Someone came to invite him, but Zhou Qingfeng was not easily moved. Several bodyguards in black suits did not press further, but stood three to five steps away and waited silently.
Ai Jielin, who was sitting on her forehead, raised her head slightly. When she saw Zhou Qingfeng looking at her with a questioning expression, she sighed and explained: "They are my father's people, and my father controls everything about me. What did you do last night?"
You played so much and made a mess of my life. You should go see my father as compensation."
The French girl half begged and half explained, and Zhou Qingfeng was also reasonable - even though it was a romantic relationship last night, at least it was her daughter's day, and going to meet her father didn't seem like an excessive request. Especially since he was still married.
Very cool.
Get up and set off... Ai Jielin changed her coat casually and looked quite refreshed. Zhou Qingfeng brought the captive Green Cult female slave Safiya with him. The girl suffered heavy injuries last night and had difficulty walking and needed help.
Just keep it.
After getting on the bus, Safiya, who was probably frightened and extremely exhausted all night, fell asleep on Zhou Qingfeng's lap. Ai Jielin sat on the other side of Zhou Qingfeng, and her senses about this obedient slave seemed to have changed. She
He opened his mouth and asked, "Give me your slave girl."
"Uh-huh." Zhou Qingfeng responded unequivocally, but then asked: "Ai Jielin, you are obviously a high-society lady, why did you stand in front of the hotel where I stayed yesterday and hold up a sign to protest?"
Ai Jielin grinned bitterly, "You want to say that I shouldn't do that kind of work, right? In fact, our TV station just wanted to shoot a few background shots of you being protested, but the actress we found temporarily couldn't come halfway.
So I had to be the program director."
Zhou Qingfeng grinned in surprise when he heard the position of 'Program Director'. Ai Jielin was happy to see his surprised expression and continued with a smile: "You idiot, you actually thought I was an intern. And I also
I didn’t expect to actually meet you, let alone that you would drag me into the car.”
"You have to thank the actress who broke up the appointment halfway." What else could Zhou Qingfeng say, the whole thing was an own mistake.
Ai Jielin pursed her lips and was quite proud, "I made a video call to the actress and told her that I would reward her with 10,000 euros. She was so happy that she almost went crazy, and then asked me why? When she learned what she had missed,
, she looked like a fool in the video and almost cried."
After telling the story behind the 'protest incident', the French girl laughed happily. The moment when her true temperament was revealed was natural and friendly, and it was heart-warming.
Zhou Qingfeng, who was sitting next to her, couldn't help but grab her and kiss her passionately. The two men and women actually made love to each other like this all the way. When they were waiting to get off the car, they held hands and really looked like a couple.
The bodyguard drove away from Tuwari's manor, and a helicopter came to take Zhou Qingfeng and others away halfway. Ai Jielin was used to this, and Zhou Qingfeng could keep his composure. Only the slave girl Safiya was right
The bodyguards were trembling with fear, holding on to the hem of Zhou Qingfeng's clothes on the helicopter.
The helicopter flew east, bypassed Paris, and finally landed near Reims. Zhou Qingfeng could see large tracts of grape farms from the air. Ai Jielin said that there were more than 20,000 vineyards and more than 100 champagne breweries here.
Not surprisingly, the place where Zhou Qingfeng arrived was a winery. Under the clear weather, the scenery of the winery was quite beautiful. Flowery fields, endless vineyards, and elegant and simple century-old chateaus seemed to be floating in the air.
Intense fruity champagne flavor.
The bodyguards led Zhou Qingfeng into a small stone castle. There were a lot of medieval decorations in the castle. After he entered a living room, he was asked to wait. The bodyguards left one by one, and Ai Jielin said she wanted to change.
clothes, even Safiya was asked to go to the servant's room.
There are many classical oil paintings hanging on the walls of the living room, some sculptures are placed in the corners, and several heavy wooden tables and chairs are placed among them. The sticky notes on the table even have special emblems printed on them. Zhou Qingfeng sat down casually, but
I feel quite comfortable.
After being left out for a full hour, Zhou Qingfeng felt bored and impatient. A door in the living room opened with a bang. First a few servants walked in, followed by a mobile high-end hospital bed.
Lying on the bed was a bad old man wearing a hospital gown. His hair was sparse and his skin was wrinkled. Not only was he hanging from a bottle, but he also had a straw in his nose and was relying on a ventilator to keep him alive. The bed was pushed around by several nurses.
With Qingfeng, no wonder it took so long to come out.
Behind the hospital bed is Ai Jielin who has changed into a dress. This French girl is stunning in a low-cut dress. She is elegant and dignified, and her ladylike demeanor is fully revealed, like a fairy coming out of an oil painting. This is different from what she did yesterday.
The appearance is quite different.
Zhou Qingfeng really never expected it - I seem to have met some kind of incredible family, and they are very capable!
"Hello, Mr. Lin. I think you would rather others call you Victor Hugo, right? I am Salon Likus, Ai Jielin's father." The old man on the hospital bed reluctantly raised his hand to Zhou Qingfeng.
.
Zhou Qingfeng quickly stepped forward, held the old man's hand and greeted, "Hello, Mr. Likus, nice to meet you."
"Oh haha..." The old man on the hospital bed shook his head mockingly, "There is no joy in seeing me. Young people today have long forgotten who I am? Because I am too old and God may call me at any time."
"I don't think so. You are the chairman of the board of directors of Société Générale and the controller of the Franco-Dutch Consortium. Your industries cover energy, transportation, aerospace, media and other aspects. You don't need to be known to ordinary young people, you just need to
Just take over their lives."
After all, Zhou Qingfeng learned about the real France from Guoan, and he finally regained some face with a few simple words. The old man on the hospital bed looked at his daughter beside him, Ai Jielin shook her head and said: "I didn't tell him this, I just met this guy yesterday.
.But he... is very special."
"It's not easy to make my sweetheart say that you are special." The old man on the hospital bed chuckled, "I have more than a dozen children, but Ai Jielin's temper is the most troublesome to me. I once asked her what she wanted.
What kind of man would you marry? But she said she wanted to marry Napoleon."
Talking about interesting things about his child, the old man on the hospital bed smiled happily, and Zhou Qingfeng twitched the corner of his mouth as a polite response. On the other hand, Ai Jielin's face fell, not only unhappy, but also very angry.
"Young man, sit down. I want to have a good chat with you." The old man on the hospital bed pointed to the tables and chairs in the living room. The servants immediately moved the chairs over to Zhou Qingfeng and put a coffee table for him.
Have a cup of coffee.
"You're an actor, right?"
"Actually, I'm not an actor."
"Oh, great. I don't have a good impression of actors either."
"I heard you own an airline."
"Yes, I do have a good airline."
"I also own an airline, which has always been my pride. But my subordinates told me that my airline is not as big as yours."
"You can compare me to a bank or something, at least I don't have a bank yet."
"Hahaha... It feels really good to have a bank. It can even be said to be great. I recommend you to open one immediately. It will definitely be fun."
…
The chat-like meeting lasted for more than half an hour, and the old man's physical strength could no longer hold on. He complained in distress that he was too old again, but in the end he kept asking in a calm and steady manner: "My child, I am quite satisfied with you.