Chapter 194 This is not a blind date

Author: Youjiu L

Chapter 194 This is not a blind date

The Bajia of Sheqi also has an office in New York. Although it is not large in scale, it is enough to do some errands.

They drove a Bentley to pick up the plane and sent Lu Mingfei and the others to the booked hotel.

The purpose of the Eight Snake Family is to either not entertain or to be impeccable.

When I came to New York, the hotel I stayed in was and could only be a Plaza Hotel.

Located on the prime location on Fifth Avenue and the south side of Central Park, New York Plaza Hotel is a famous landmark on the Upper East Side.

Since its opening in 1907, this century-old hotel has been a prominent place for celebrities to stay.

The famous American writer Ward Morehouse once commented: "The Plaza Hotel is synonymous with the best."

As the two walked through the lush garden path and entered the hotel lobby, a grand atmosphere immediately came to their faces.

The tall steel structure colored glass lighting ceiling is eye-catching, which is a reflection of the Art Nouveau movement trend in the decorative craftsmanship.

French court-style gold wall decorations and gilt carvings are perfectly matched with the wide space without columns, perfectly highlighting the luxurious and atmospheric momentum.

Coupled with the gentle and rich lighting performance, the lush and exquisite flower show on the top of the central bar counter, as well as the crystal clear crystal chandeliers and wall lamps, the momentum of the entire hall is even more prominent.

If they are those nouveau riche, when they enter this magic hall where culture and aesthetics are integrated, they will feel inferior and doubt whether they will live until bankruptcy.

But Lu Mingfei didn't have this feeling, he just felt that the lights were very noisy.

When he was on the mothership, he preferred to stay in a quiet and dark private meditation room.

Of course, Lu Mingfei is not the elder of the battle group here, and he has no right to turn off the lights in the hotel.

So he chose to quickly walk to the front desk to complete the check-in and leave the light-polluted lobby.

The room booked by Bajia Shiqi is the Royal Suite, which has 3 bedrooms, a piano and a library, and a private elevator as a secret passage.

The most luxurious place is the bathroom. In addition to the gilded washbasin, the walls are also covered with 24K gold mosaics, striving to create the feeling of a royal bath.

He was quite satisfied with this bathroom, after all, gold is the favorite color of the great emperor.

In such a bathroom, the great Lord of Humanity will surely give more attention.

The clerks of the Bajia of the Sheqi also asked in a vague way whether the room seemed too empty and they could find some suitable people to increase their popularity.

Don't worry about privacy, as those people will come in and leave through private elevators.

Of course, Lu Mingfei refused without hesitation.

He did not blame these people because they did not understand the Space Marines, and did not know that he had given up these worldly desires.

That night, Lu Mingfei sat naked in the golden bathtub and prayed to the emperor.

This meditation came to the next morning.

The morning sun shines on the black Maserati, and the slender cabin hood reflects a sharp luster.

Angers sat in the cab, wearing a black and customized suit and shiny Italian leather shoes, his silver hair was meticulously painted with hair oil, and a bright red rose was inserted into his chest.

If Finger was here, he would definitely complain that the principal looked like a complete old thief.

Of course, Angers would also defend himself, for attending the auction and showing respect for someone.

The powerful engine sound came into his ears, Anger moved his eyebrows, and the people he was waiting for came.

The blue Lamborghini drove into the berth next to him in a daze. The driver got out of the car and opened the door of the rear car, blocking the upper frame with his hands to prevent the noble passenger from hitting his head.

A golden high heels stretched out of the car, and the slender calves were not suitable for any male with bad hearts, because they would be so excited that they were too fast on the spot.

Although the shoes looked like noble ladies, the last thing that came out of the car was a young girl with a delicate face that looked like a Renaissance portrait.

He looks like a twenty-year-old, but he looks like a thirty-year-old, wearing a European lady’s makeup, wearing a black veil, wearing an expensive waist-pinching skirt, and a fur candle on the outside.

The slim heels made her sway and sway when walking, but her cold face had a sturdy queen look.

But when she walked up to Angers, all the coolness turned into a soft expression.

"Lisa, my child, thank you all the way."

The old man took big steps to meet the girl and stretched out his arms.

"You look a lot older. The last time I saw you, you were still wearing your school uniform."

After the veneer, Anger sighed.

"Because several years have passed. But there is still no change, time has stopped in you."

The girl said softly.

"That may be because my word spirit is time zero."

Anger blinked and made a joke.

The girl smiled in cooperation, just like an old father who was perfunctory about telling outdated jokes.

"What did you call me here for? Angers. If you just lack a female companion, I don't think you would call me from Europe."

Lisa asked.

"I want to introduce a young man to know who is very good and honest."

Angers replied.

"In Chinese, are you going to arrange a blind date for me?"

Lisa raised her eyebrows, and her playful expression diluted a bit of mature temperament.

"No, no, no, it's not a blind date, it's just a simple understanding. You and him are the best young people in the Secret Party, and they are the closest people to me. It is necessary to get familiar with each other."

Anger said deliberately in an official tone.

He has learned about Chinese culture. Nowadays, young Chinese people are very sensitive to the word blind date, and French young people think they are similar.

"Yeah?"

Lisa tilted her head and looked at him.

"Yes."

Angers said with all his might.

The girl smiled and stretched out her hand to hold his arm.

"Then take me to see that S-class person."

She led Angers to the hall, like a beautiful daughter supporting her old but still handsome father.

"By the way, don't discuss religious issues with him."

Angers reminded him.

"I know that he believes in a god named the Emperor."

Lisa nodded.

"It seems you already know him well."

Anger teased.

"How dare I not know more about those who dare to confront the school board's orders? I don't want to be like Frost, and I still can't move."

Lisa smiled, covering her mouth.

No one hates Frost's arrogant look. When he heard that he was beaten up, the rest of the school board still felt secretly happy without saying it.

However, in addition to gloating, there was something else in her words.

"Mingfei is not a arrogant person, but Frost's approach is too much. He has always respected me very much, and I believe he will get along well with you."

Angers defended Lu Mingfei.

"I hope."

Lisa said lightly.

The two of them came to the cafe and found a quiet corner to sit down.

Their temperament attracted a lot of attention, but the majesty of the high-blood mixed races made others dare not approach them.

"Mingfei, we're here."

Angers called Lu Mingfei.

"Ten minutes."

He said on the other end of the phone and hung up.

"Often at this time, he and his members are praying in the morning."

Anger shrugged helplessly.

"It's so pious. I heard that his club is full of elites."

Lisa said.

"This is true, both Chu Zihang and Akina Sakai are extremely outstanding students. Especially Chu Zihang, if he had not joined Ming Fei's club, I would be optimistic that he would become the next president of the Lionheart."

Angre nodded.
Chapter completed!