Ye Zi'an was so shocked by Ji Fanyi's abnormality that she was speechless. She turned her head and looked out the window depressedly. Ji Fanyi came closer again. She couldn't get rid of him no matter how hard she tried, so she had to endure it.
Anyway, she will be free in thirteen hours.
Thirteen hours later, the plane landed at Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport, just in the morning in this fashion capital.
The president of Ji Group's French branch personally came to pick him up at the airport. Ye Zi'an temporarily forgot about his grudges with Ji Fanyi and became a competent secretary.
When getting on the bus, the driver opened the door for Ye Zi'an in a gentlemanly manner.
Following Ji Fanyi recently, Ye Zi'an had not enjoyed a gentleman's service for a long time. He was so moved that he said thank you to the driver in French.
Ji Fanyi squinted his eyes and looked at Ye Zi'an: "You actually know French?"
"Every language in the world can be understood by just learning it, except of course 'stallion language'." Ye Zi'an pouted and took out his tablet to read Ji Fanyi's itinerary:
"Go to the branch at two o'clock in the afternoon. There will be a private party in the evening, hosted by the president of the branch, and executives at the branch department director level and above will attend."
Ji Fanyi looked uninterested, leaning back against the backrest and closing his eyes: "Call me when you get to the hotel."
"..." Ye Zi'an lowered the window and looked out the window.
When she used to work as a flight attendant, she often flew to Paris. Over time, she fell in love with this city.
In her eyes, Paris is a city of art.
The Eiffel Tower, the Seine River, the Louvre and the famous Notre Dame Cathedral always make her linger.
She was not a flower lover like Xu Rongrong, but she fell in love with the flowers that bloomed in the sunshine on the streets of Paris and by the windows on the balconies.
Slowly, Ye Ye lay on the edge of the car window and looked at this world-famous city carefully.
The carriage suddenly became quiet.
Ji Fanyi was not used to Ye Zi'an being so quiet. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Ye Zi'an looking out the window calmly.
In his memory, Ye Zi'an was always arrogant and vigilant towards anyone who came close to her. She never trusted anyone easily. Like a lion, she could conflict with people at any time.
But now she was lying quietly like this, with the passing wind blowing up her soft curly hair, making her look extra... moving.
Ji Fanyi frowned. He actually found the leaves soothing. He must have had a bad rest and his brain was not working well. He closed his eyes and continued to sleep. It would be fine when he woke up.
The car drove for who knows how long. When it stopped, the driver turned around and said to Ye Zi'an: "Madam, the hotel has arrived."
"Thank you." Ye Zi'an unbuckled his seat belt and glanced at the hotel outside the window. When he saw the name of the hotel, he secretly said "fuck".
Ritz Hotel - one of the famous luxury hotels in the world. Some people say that it is as great a building as the Arc de Triomphe in Paris - its exterior designer participated in the design of the Palace of Versailles.
Ye Zi has been salivating at this hotel for a long time, but she is just an ordinary white-collar worker and cannot afford the expensive fees, but Ji Zongma can!
Hey, let's put it this way, being a nanny for Ji Stallion is actually not without benefits, right? At least you can fly first class, and you can also stay in the hotel that you have been silently drooling over!
Ye Zi'an was in a good mood, and her tone became much better when she called Ji Fanyi: "Mr. Ji, the hotel has arrived."
Ji Fanyi got off the car, and the hotel waiter came to pick up their luggage and took them to their respective rooms.
Needless to say, Ji Fanyi must have stayed in a deluxe suite, while Ye Zi An had stayed in an ordinary guest room.
When entering the elevator and going upstairs, Ji Fanyi told Ye Zi'an: "Don't run around, be on call at any time, and don't forget that you are my secretary."
Ye Zi'an relied on Ji Muting's back to her so he couldn't see her expression. She bared her teeth and imitated his words with an exaggerated expression. After learning the lesson well, she said, "Yes, Mr. Ji."
The elevator stopped and the waiter asked Ye Zi'an to follow him.
After entering the room and putting away his luggage, Ye Zi'an lay down on the bed.
It was probably night in China at this time. She endured Ji Fanyi's exploitation on the plane and couldn't sleep well. She set the alarm clock and immediately got under the quilt to catch up on her sleep.
The window of the room faced the back garden of the hotel. Perhaps because the floor was not high, the fragrance of flowers drifted in from time to time. Although the sleep lasted only two hours, Ye Zi'an slept very contentedly.
At twelve o'clock, the alarm clock rang on time, and Ye Zi'an jumped up, washed up quickly, pulled up her hair and put on a suit, put on light makeup, dressed herself up as a white-bone demon, ate a quick snack, and returned to the hotel.
She had to go find Ji Fanyi.
After getting out of the elevator and approaching Ji Fanyi's door, the door was suddenly pushed open. Ji Fanyi and a Chinese-French beauty walked out. The beauty was obviously older than Ji Fanyi. Ji Fanyi hugged her affectionately.
, saying goodbye to her in French.
Ji Fanyi also saw Ye Zi'an. After sending the beauty away, he did not return to the room. He leaned leisurely on the door frame and met Ye Zi'an's strange gaze: "What do you want to say?"
"You are twenty-eight this year, right? That woman is thirty-three, right? Can you handle being so much older than you?"
"Actually...she is thirty-seven years old." Ji Fanyi put one hand in the pocket of his pants, as if he didn't feel anything was wrong at all.
"..." Ye Zi'an was defeated again.
Defeated, Ye Zi'an followed Ji Fanyi into his room, served him clothes and lunch, and then set off to the branch together.
This time Ji Fanyi came to the division of labor mainly to discuss cooperation. The workload was not heavy but not small either. Ye Zi'an stood beside her the whole time, like a responsible robot secretary.
After a day's work, Ye Zi'an asked Ji Fanyi when leaving the company: "Will there be nothing for me next? Then I'm going to Vendôme..."
"Who said nothing would happen without you?" Ji Fanyi put Ye Zi'an into the car, "Have dinner with me and be my female companion at the cocktail party tonight."
Ye Zi'an said calmly: "You have a supermodel girlfriend in France. I can ask her to accompany you to dinner. I may not be able to accompany you to the cocktail party in the evening because I didn't bring a dress."
Ji Fanyi hugged his chest and responded calmly: "The supermodel girlfriend you mentioned is no longer new. I have lost interest in it a long time ago. As for the dress... Miss Ye, this is Paris."
"..." Ye Zi'an was speechless. Yes, this is Paris, the capital of fashion, the birthplace of luxury brands that women are crazy about. LV, Chanel, and Dior are all over this city. For a poor man like Ji Fanyi,
For people who only have money left, this is not even a problem.
"How's it going? Miss Ye, do you have any more questions?" Ji Fanyi looked at Ye Zi'an with a thin smile.
Ye Zi'an gritted his teeth: "No more."
Ji Fanyi showed a satisfied look, got in the car, and told the driver: "Let's go."