Chapter 132

"I forgot!"

She pulled his hand away and sat aside.

Lu did not stop this time. He looked at the time.

He leaned over to buckle her seat belt and asked, "it's so easy to forget. I'll remind you to kiss again next time?"

“……”

Soon, the plane landed in Paris.

After a long flight, Han Zhiyu was tired even after sleeping on the plane.

"You go to the hotel to have a rest first. The assistant can speak French. If you want to go out, you must let him follow you all the time." Lu is also sitting in the car, looking at the meeting that has been close to see you.

Han Zhiyu nodded sleepily, "I know, I can't speak French, go out without translation, where can I go?"

After the car stopped, she watched him get out of the car and lie on the window, "how long will it take you to have a meeting?"

Lu also turned his head, Jun Pang magnified in front of her.

She didn't react. She was kissed by him.

"A few hours, you play by yourself."

Han Zhiyu nodded, only when he turned around did he find

Several French people in suits and shoes had already stood outside the car, and they looked at each other with their eyes full of gossip.

Han Zhiyu was confused for a moment.

So many people

"Ladies and gentlemen." Lu also straightened his suit and glanced at the gossip guys one by one. "Enough of that?"

The Frenchmen laughed at once.

"I'm sorry, dear Mr. Lu, but this young lady is so beautiful and impolite."

This is a compliment.

Who expected to usher in a cold sharp eyes.

One by one all stand in the same place, still don't know where is wrong.

Is it wrong to praise your beautiful woman?

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Han Zhiyu follows the assistant all the way, and the assistant has arranged everything.

The assistant looked at the time, "young lady, are you hungry? I'll take you to dinner first? "

The French are always arrogant. Speaking English with them doesn't help you much.

If Han Zhiyu wants to eat, he must follow her all the way and help her order.

"Send it to the room. I want to have a rest." She thought, "but I didn't bring my clothes..."

The assistant handed her the room card and pressed the elevator for her. "Before boarding the plane, I had informed the people here that there were ready clothes in the room, which were all washed and dried."

Han Zhiyu nodded and was sent back to the room by the assistant.

The room is on the top floor of the hotel, overlooking almost all of Paris.

The meal was soon brought up by the cart. She was a little sleepy after eating something, but she saw out the window that the sun had just set.

After taking a bath in the bathroom, she leans on the couch next to the French window, and her mobile phone is receiving the documents and information sent by Wang ziyue.

It seems that Qin Xuan really appears in Paris. When can he keep up with him.

After all, only by starting with him can we quickly find the person behind the scenes.

Not a long time later, the phone came the sound of power shortage.

Because she is focusing on communication with Wang ziyue, she keeps typing and almost ignores the reminder of low power.

When the mobile phone screen was completely black, she remembered that she left in a hurry in the afternoon and didn't bring a charger at all!

But her cell phone was off, so she couldn't call her assistant.

Can only get up to change a suit of clothes, holding a mobile phone and room card out of the room.

"Hello, that..." She stood in front of the waiter and couldn't speak a word of English for a long time. She came up with a word, "charger..."

The waiter opposite had a perfect smile on his face, but he couldn't understand what she was saying.

In her anxious gesture, a voice came out to save the field, "she wants a charger."

The clear and lazy male voice speaks French with cadence, especially beautiful.

The waiter finally understood and immediately took out the walkie talkie.

Han Zhiyu turned her head and saw a handsome man in a white bathrobe coming with a smile.

The man is very tall, with a loose bathrobe tied around his waist and a narrow V on his chest.

It can be seen that just after bathing, the shop is a good smell, even the hair is black and shiny, clusters of messy and casual. "Cute, I've got the wrong person." The man looked down at her, pursed a charming smile, "he's just a cleaning staff, and he doesn't know English."

That standard Chinese surprised Han Zhiyu.

"Do you speak Chinese?"

But the other side is obviously the typical Western outline, high nose, brown eyes, deep orbit.

But we can see that at least part of them are of Asian origin, with delicate facial features, delicate skin, healthy and sexy wheat skin color.

She thought she was a native of mixed race, after all, Chinese is so difficult to learn.The man gave a low smile, showing his neat white teeth, "yes, I am proficient in eight languages, of course I can speak Chinese."

Eight languages

But he doesn't look over twenty-five at the most.

Seeing her stunned appearance, the man burst out laughing, "you are only proficient in the four languages, and the other four are just bluffing."

The waiter respectfully took out many different chargers.

Han Zhiyu only heard him communicate with the waiter in French, then he took out one of them and handed it to her.

"Thank you." Han Zhiyu said gratefully with the charger.

The man smilingly hooked his lower lip and watched her return to the room.

This kind of woman who was accosted by him and didn't respond is really rare.

Han Zhiyu didn't think much about it, but felt that he had met a kind translator.

She went back to her room and immediately recharged her cell phone.

The time in France is still early, but if it is in China, the clock should have turned at this time.

Seeing Wang ziyue's good night and offline status, she put her mobile phone aside and fell asleep

Lu also came out of the elevator, shining shoes silently walking on the high-grade carpet in the corridor.

Before we got to the door of the room, the door across the street suddenly opened.

He walked with a faint light in his eyes.

Out of the man, hands the whole body of the high-grade suit, narrow deep bright eyes raised, see him, with a strong smile, "what a coincidence."

"Gu Mu." Lu put his hands into his suit pocket slowly.

"Now that you've come to Paris, you can't miss the invitation for tonight's reception, can you?"

"Not interested." He responded coldly, and then went on.

He would rather go back to the hotel than go to such a boring party.

Gu Mu laughed, and a deeper smile appeared on the pretty monster's face. He said to the figure, "yes, I heard that you are the one who bought moraf's heart. If I had known that, I would have asked them to raise the price even higher. Are you interested in selling it to me? To be honest, I'm a little sorry. I'd better buy it myself. "

Lu also sneered coldly, but he didn't look back. He opened the door with the room card and only dropped two words, "dream."

The man standing at the door raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw the room he entered.

If you remember correctly, that woman was in this room just now.

He pondered for a moment with a little regret. No wonder she was not interested in herself