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Rihe Chunguang was surprised and speechless: "boss?"

Han Shaocheng waved his hand: "if someone called beitangbing or Chen Weiwei comes to you to ask for debts in the future, you can say that one hundred million US dollars will be regarded as a free member for your boss, white member or red member. You should know after tomorrow."

Han Shaocheng talks a lot of strange nonsense, and finally leaves with Henderson after Japan and Japan are in tears.

Watching them get into the taxi, riwa rushes back behind the counter and finds out his Japanese saber from Yokohama: "it's too much! He didn't take me with him

When his wife came out, she looked like a little woman and spoke fluent and soft Japanese: "husband, for our children, you must not do stupid things!"

Day and pure light break off her hand: "I just go to grab a bride, it will be OK, followed by up."

New York, kendini airport.

I don't know what kind of high-tech lighting tubes are used. In a word, it's much brighter than the noon on Wall Street.

"Tut! I would have brought a pair of sunglasses. " Han Shaocheng was standing in the team at the airport changing the license plate. He felt a little sleepy. He stretched himself and yawned by the way. When he looked up, he was dazzled by the overhead light.

Handsome don't don't want Henderson standing behind him, attracted the attention of a group of beautiful women.

Needless to say, those European and American people, but even the Asian girls only like his one. Han Shaocheng was a little hit and whispered: "Hey, I'm the leading role, OK? Don't be so aggressive, OK?"

Henderson stood straight: "you threw my old cotton padded jacket, you tore my fake beard, and you blame me?"

Han Shaocheng lowered his head, turned around and looked up at the handsome face in front of him: "I'm wrong. Even today, as soon as I get to London, I'll dress you up as a clown to avoid you becoming the leading role at the wedding. Besides, don't seduce me, or I'll break up with you and call the king of Arabia every minute to arrest you and be dismembered by your brothers. "

Han Shaocheng's finger extended to the tip of Henderson's nose. After two moments, he was surprised to find that his slender finger was not as thick as other people's nostrils. He took it back and rubbed it in the corner of his clothes: "Oh, well, it's almost our turn. Take out the ID card and passport book."

"Well." Henderson took out Han Shaocheng's share from his briefcase and sent it to his palm.

Han Shaocheng opened it to have a look, but did not see Henderson take out his own: "what about yours? Don't tell me you didn't even have a passport from Dubai! "

Henderson took out another small book.

Han Shaocheng couldn't help but want to see what this handsome guy's ID photo looked like, so he grabbed it and looked at it: "shit! Isn't that Japanese and Japanese? "

Henderson covered his mouth, took his passport back with the other hand, and put it away again.

"Do you think the security checks in the United States are all furnishings? You can't even fool me with this book. " Han Shaocheng pointed to his nose: "if I had known that, I would have brought rihe Chunguang. Look at you, look at you, oh, I really...

Han Shaocheng covered his eyes, full of remorse.

When he passed the security check, he pretended that he didn't know the people behind him and went in without looking back.

I found the waiting hall and sat down. In the next second, a person sat down beside me: "I'll go! How did you get in! "

"Brush your face." Henderson told him in a nutshell.

"... didn't they see your passport book?" Han Shaocheng is going crazy. Who can explain to him what's going on!

"Maybe their face brushing system recognized my prince identity."

"Big brother, you are the prince of Saudi Arabia, not the prince of the American Empire. It's useless. It's good not to bring you to the White House for interrogation, OK?"

There's no more time for bullshit. Soon it's boarding time, and Han Shaocheng walks on the plane to London with the stream of people with a paste he can't understand.

"Shit! Who asked you to book the VIP cabin? It's more expensive than business class, OK? " Originally, the tickets were all in English. Except for the numbers, Han Shaocheng didn't bother to see them until he sat up. At the moment, he can't strangle the people around him, and then take his body to Dubai to ask for money.

Henderson just explained: "I have such a noble status, how can I take business class? Will you forgive me?"

"Why don't you forgive me? Do you know that I even borrowed money from the bar?"

"I don't know." Henderson shook his head with a confused look on his face.

Han Shaocheng's lungs are about to explode, but he can only sleep under a blanket.

After sleeping for seven hours, I finally made up for all the energy I lost the night before.

Han Shaocheng stepped out of the plane. He had a strange hairstyle and three wrongs in his eyes. He staggered behind Henderson and walked out of the airport. When he was blown by a sea breeze, he got goose bumps all over.On one side, Henderson looks up at the city center, which is still a little away from the airport.

He ran out in spite of everything in order not to marry a Chinese woman. Now it's better to come here. For a moment, Han Shaocheng snatched the bag in his hand. When he opened it, there was a scarf. He took it out and wrapped it around his neck. It felt much warmer.

Henderson frowned and wanted to say something. Just as he was about to speak, Han Shaocheng had got into a car: "St. John's Cathedral, thank you."

"No, sir. There will be two big people's weddings tomorrow. We're on a tight guard. We can't get in by taxi."

Han Shaocheng pulls his lips and throws the bag back to Henderson helplessly: "then you can find a hotel nearby for us to put it down."

"All right." When the car starts, it's half past two in the middle of the night. I can't see anything outside the window. I just think it's the same scenery.

After a while, the car finally stopped at the door of a luxurious hotel: "well, Mr. driver, can't you find a smaller hotel for us, we...

" sorry, sir, there are not many hotels in London that are open at this time, so you can make do with it. "

Make do with it! How to make do with it! That's a lot of money to make do with!

Han Shaocheng still wants to struggle for a while, and Henderson has already opened the door and walked down.

Therefore, he has to pay for the fare.

Huhu gets out of the car. Han Shaocheng slams the door and walks towards the door of the hotel.

When he got to the bar, he patted his hand on the table: "can you brush your face?"

The older sister in the bar looked at Henderson: "well, this gentleman has done it. I mean, he has done it."

"I'll go!" How nice? Han Shaocheng was scared: "it seems that your identity is true!"

Henderson gave the fool a painful look, and then pretended to be guilty: "go, keep secret! Remember to keep it secret

However, as soon as they left the bar, the little sister called Zhengbang group.

As you can imagine, when Han Shaocheng came out of the shower, he was surprised to find: "Henderson? Little prince Henderson! His royal highness

No one responded to him.

Han Shaocheng eyes deep for a while, looking at the bed he took off the scarf, licked the forehead that a few hair dripping down the water: "difficult, is his brother grabbed?"

He suddenly frowned, pulled off his bath towel, put on his clothes and rushed out, panting to the bar: "Miss, did someone take Mr. Henderson away just now?"

"Henderson? Wait a minute. I'll check. " The little sister looked at the registration list and said, "I'm sorry, sir. We don't have a person named Henderson here at all. Would you please tell me his full name?"

"His full name?" Henderson didn't mention it. Han Shaocheng ate shriveled: "the man who came in with me just now, the one who brushes his face and opens the room!"

The little sister pretended to be silly: "how can it be? Which has brush a face, can open a room? Sir, it's so late. If you do any more mischief, I'll call security

"I'm..." what a ghost.

Han Shaocheng's lips tightened tightly. For no reason, he went back to the door of the room and felt his pocket: "Damn it! I didn't get my room card! "

He had to turn back to the bar again to ask for the room card, but the little sister just disappeared and changed to another fat man: "please give me the 2603 room card, I just left it in the room."

"yes, sir, would you please tell me your name and the ID number?"

"Me Han Shaocheng now has a cannibal heart, secretly scolds, Henderson, you'd better be taken away by your brother. If you go out to play for a while and come back, I will crush you to death.

"Well, I'll wait for a while. Maybe my companion will be back soon."

Han Shaocheng sat down on the sofa in the hall. His heart was in a mess. The more he thought about it, the more upset he was, but he fell asleep unconsciously.

When I woke up the next day, it was the lobby manager who woke me up: "Sir, why don't you go back to your room to sleep?"

Raised wrist to look at time: "Er, I don't sleep." Han Shaocheng gets up from the sofa, rushes into the bathroom on the first floor, cleans himself, rinses his mouth with London tap water, looks in the mirror, sets up countless poses that he thinks can charm thousands of girls, and then walks back to the bar.

"Well, when you see Mr. Henderson, a man named Henderson, come here to look for someone, tell him to wait here. I... forget it, I'd better tell him not to wait. Tell him to take care of himself. Don't go back to the bar. Find a safe place to enjoy his old age."

Said finally, unexpectedly has several silk sad. Han Shaocheng shook his head to cheer himself up. This is the last moment. Cheer up!