At Kai Tak Airport, when Chu Heng, who was about to board the plane, handed Han Yu to Han Yunwen, the little guy seemed to know that he would not be able to see his father for a long time. His mouth tightened and tears fell from his eyes.
He came out and cried so heartbroken.
"The baby doesn't cry, don't cry."
Han Yunwen, who was about to be separated from her lover, was already sad. When she saw her child crying so sadly, she couldn't hold it any longer. She wiped her son's tears with red eyes, and before she knew it, her own face was filled with tears.
"well!"
Chu Heng, who had already turned to leave, was worried. He hurriedly dragged his sore legs back, hugged his lover and child and comforted him. It was not until the airport announcement started urging him that he had to turn around and leave.
.
"I will take time to come back to see you in a month, at most a month."
Before entering the security checkpoint, he turned around and waved vigorously, making a solemn promise before turning around and disappearing from the sight of his wife.
"call."
Seeing this, Han Yunwen breathed a long sigh of relief, quickly took off Han Yu's pants, looked at the red mark on his tender buttocks that she had just made with a guilty look on her face, and rubbed him hard: "I'm sorry, baby, Qian.
Don’t blame mom, I didn’t do this because I wanted my mother and I to see dad as soon as possible.”
"Woooooo~"
Han Yu cried even more sadly and stretched out his little arms towards his grandmother, hoping to escape from the clutches of this cruel woman.
"No, are you such a mother?" Mother Han was so angry that she wanted to slap her a few times, and quickly stepped forward to pick up her grandson.
"hey-hey."
Han Yunwen smiled bitterly.
Beside him, He Yixing, Sister Qing and a group of servants and bodyguards also looked at the scene with black lines on their faces.
Why does Ms. Han, who has always been smart and capable, become so stupid every time she meets Mr. Chu?
Are all love brains like this?
…
The other side.
Chu Heng, who still didn't know that he had fallen into the trap, boarded the plane with Cen Hao through the VIP channel with full of self-blame, and was led by the stewardess into the first class cabin.
Facing the blond stewardess with big waves who secretly pinched the soles of his feet after changing his shoes, he withdrew his feet with a cold expression and said, "I need to rest, please don't let anyone disturb me."
Not to mention that he was immersed in the sadness of being separated from his lover and child, and he had no such thoughts at all. Even if there was no such thing, he, who had almost broken his waist due to Han Yunwen in the past few days, was still a little bit embarrassed when facing this kind of affair.
Powerless.
"Okay, sir." The flight attendant was immediately disappointed. She stood up and stared greedily at his impeccably handsome face for a few times before reluctantly closing the curtain for him and turning around to help other guests.
Serve.
After a while, the plane soared into the sky and headed towards Paris on the other side of the ocean.
Chu Heng, who had adjusted his emotions, looked through the porthole at the smaller and smaller bullets below him, and his mind gradually drifted to Benshamin who was far away in Paris.
He hopes that this trip will go smoothly, otherwise, he will have to end up being a gentleman for once, but this is not what he wants to see, and this is also the last resort in all his plans.
After all, if the source of something is unknown, it will be difficult to see the light in the future, so it is best to get the things in Benshamin's hands through formal channels.
After thinking wildly for a while, a wave of sleepiness soon hit me.
Chu Heng, who drank coffee with Han Yunwen almost all night yesterday, opened his mouth and yawned vigorously. After wiping his tears with his hand, he quickly took out his eye mask and put it on, and fell asleep soon after.
Chu Heng's flight is direct to Paris, but most planes these days are not very fast. Even if it is a direct flight, it will take nearly sixteen hours.
During this period, he slept for a while and woke up for a while, but he didn't feel the loneliness of the journey very much, and he arrived in Paris unknowingly.
At around one o'clock in the morning, the plane landed.
Chu Heng had already booked a room at the Rosewood Hotel in Paris in advance and made an appointment for airport pick-up service. After he and Cen Hao came out of the exit with large and small packages, they were respectfully asked to get in the car by the hotel's airport pick-up staff.
, heading towards Paris city.
As a world-class first-tier city, Paris is far from being comparable to the developing Hong Kong Island. Although it is already midnight, the roads are still busy with traffic, and the bright lights are like stars falling on the world, which is dazzling.
The Rosewood Hotel is located in downtown Paris and has a very long history. It can be traced back to 1758. It was built under the order of French King Louis XV. It was originally a residence of a marquis and was converted into a hotel in 1909, named the Grand Hotel Clion.
Its location is very good. It is near the Place de la Concorde in the city center. There are many scenic spots nearby. It is only more than ten kilometers away from the airport. Chu Heng and the others sat in the car for half an hour before they arrived at the place. They quickly went through the formalities and checked in.
Room.
What Chu Heng wants is a VIP suite, which has two bedrooms, a living room and a study room. The decoration and furnishings are very elegant, combining classical luxury and modern comfort, custom-made furniture, beautiful antiques and carefully selected
works of art, etc.
"grass!"
After all, Chu Heng came from a hotel background. The first thing he did when he entered the room was to observe the inside of the room. When he saw a blue and white plum vase from the official kiln in the mid-Qing Dynasty placed on the square table in the living room, his expression changed.
It immediately became dark.
Then he looked elsewhere and soon discovered a set of folk pastel tea sets from the early Qing Dynasty and an official enamel garlic vase from the Shunzhi period.
"Are these things all out in France?" Chu Heng took the garlic bottle and looked at it repeatedly for a while, then observed the layout of many Chinese elements in the room, and quickly rejected his guess.
Although there are a lot of antiques lost overseas, they are far from the level of trash. Looking at the Chinese decorations in the house that are obviously inconsistent with the original style of the room, it is not difficult to guess that these antiques are probably from the hotel.
After learning about his Hong Kong identity, I deliberately released him.
"This hotel is really considerate." Chu Heng gritted his back molars, but he had to admire the hotel management staff. He felt that in many details, it was indeed worth learning from the Mandarin Hotel.
"Tsk."
Chu Heng couldn't help but look at the official kiln porcelain again, his eyes rolled a few times, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a sinister smile, then he carefully put the things back, wiped himself and opened a suitcase,
I rummaged inside and found a change of clothes.
Then he waited for a short while. After Cen Hao came out of the bathroom, he went in to wash himself briefly and then went to bed.
"Master Chu."
Unexpectedly, not long after he lay down, Cen Hao touched him.
"What are you doing?" Chu Heng turned around and looked at the door cautiously, not letting his back be exposed to him, and tightened his grip on the ditch.
"I've slept all the way and I'm not sleepy anymore. Let's go for a walk. I, Duan Changjin, said that the red light district here is very exciting." Cen Hao looked excited, with a lustful look in his eyes. It seems that this scumbag has recovered from the pain.
I have recovered from the sadness of losing No. 38.
"Get lost! I'm here to do business. I'm going to some red light district." Chu Heng grabbed the pillow and threw it away. After Cen Hao ran away in disappointment, he sighed and rubbed his sore waist and heels.
My knees were bruised, and it took me a while to fall asleep.
