Chapter 807

After so many years, the Seven Star undersea hotel in s city has long been famous and become a landmark resort.

Jiang Wu once again opened the long undersea passage and was personally in the scene. Her past memories emerged.

At that time, she was young and helpless. She came to the rich area for the first time and saw everything fresh.

Now back again, the mood is different.

Compared with her calm driving, Zheng Moyan is obviously much more excited. He leans lazily on the seat cushion and enjoys the beautiful scenery on the sea floor. Because it is winter, the scenery is certainly not as good as summer, but he is still happy and enjoying the peace of dark blue.

Jiang Fu glanced at him and said with a smile:

"when I first came here, you still laughed that I was a country bumpkin and had never seen the world before. How come after all these years, you've been living more and more?"

"You don't understand."

Zheng Moyan breathed a sigh, seemingly free and easy way:

"I know exactly that this is the last time I come to this hotel, and also the last time I see the underwater scenery. My life is scattered, just because I don't know where the end is. Once you know that everything has a deadline, you can find its beautiful place in the boring and pale scenery."

"It's true."

Jiang Wu was also a little disappointed.

She accompanied Zheng Moyan and made her mind better.

As long as life is a long-distance train and we have experienced the scenery along the road together, he just arrives at the station first and leaves. Now that she knows where the terminal is, what she needs to do is not only to be sad, but also to say good-bye, which is another way to reduce regret.

With this in mind, she released the accelerator, cruised at a constant speed of 20 yards, and drove slowly in the sea floor corridor.

Even if the car in the back honked desperately, she just didn't hear it.

Zheng Moyan turned his head and looked at her with a smile. They looked up lazily, immersed in the deep blue sea.

……

The car finally arrived outside the hotel.

Zheng Moyan opened the car door and got off, but after a long ride, his legs were paralyzed.

After a pause, he sat back again. Seeing Jiang Fu's caring eyes, he said with a smile:

"nothing, how can I open the door by myself?"

Then he put on the toad mirror and turned up the collar, which was a big star's style.

Naturally, he also has the capital to do so, because he has not got off the bus yet. Many passers-by fans have recognized Zheng Moyan in the car, and they gather around to take photos and refuse to leave.

The doorman gracefully came forward to open the car for Zheng Moyan. The gentleman took the coat he handed him and asked someone to get out of the car.

Zheng Moyan slowed down for a while, finally had some strength, and reluctantly supported the handrail beside the door to walk down.

The welcoming lady is still dressed in Mermaid Costume, standing in the magnificent hall, hot and eye-catching - Zheng Moyan glanced at her, tut tut twice, and said:

"the owner of this hotel has changed a few people, but the tradition of mermaid has never changed. It seems that it is not the boss's taste that is wrong, but the aesthetic standards of this society are too consistent."

He tried to cover his nose, trying to avoid the pungent smell of cheap plastic Mermaid suits, but found that the smell was gone, or negligible.

Clearing his throat: "at least the clothing has been upgraded, which is worth affirming."

After Jiang Fu gives the key to the doorman, she follows him with her bag on her back.

She listened to what Zheng Moyan said, but she sniffed carefully. She thought the plastic smell was very strong. With his keen sense of smell, she thought it was OK?

Maybe -

his sense of smell has declined.

Jiang Wu can probably imagine what Zheng Moyan's last moment would be like.

Vision, smell, taste will decline, see things fuzzy, even eat things are tasteless, his digestion is not good, bone will begin to loose, which will make it difficult for him to walk, can only lie in bed all day, waiting for the arrival of heart failure.

After him, she deliberately slowed down her pace to a speed he could accept.

When she got to the restaurant, she just ordered a cup of coffee and didn't ask for any food.

Now the VIP dining area is more upscale than a few years ago. The underwater platform is full of crystal "dewdrops". In the dewdrops are sofa tables and food lifts.

In this way, each VIP box is a separate environment, completely integrated into the seabed, and there is no interference from the waiter.

This is the real undersea restaurant.