Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 1495: Old man in bed

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Someone came to invite themselves, but Zhou Qingfeng was not easily moved by it. A few bodyguards in black suits did not force them further, but stood silently waiting three or five steps away.

Ai Jielin, who was sitting on her forehead, raised her head slightly. When she saw Zhou Qingfeng looking at herself with a questioning expression, she sighed and explained: "They are my father's, and my father controls everything. You I played so much last night, and also messed up my life with a mess. Going to see my father is a compensation. "

The French girl is half pleading and half explaining. Zhou Qingfeng is also reasonable. Although it was a dew marriage last night, it ’s better to have passed the daughter of someone else. It does n’t seem like an excessive request to see the father. Especially he is very cool.

Get up and go ... Ai Jielin changed her coat at will, but it seemed quite refreshing. Zhou Qingfeng brought the captive green slave girl Safiya to her. The girl was hit hard last night and was inconvenient to walk.

After getting in the car, Safiah probably scared in addition extremely tired overnight, and fell asleep on Zhou Qingfeng thighs. Ai Jielin was sitting on the other side of Zhou Qingfeng's, and she seemed to have changed her senses. She asked, "Give me your slave girl."

"Uh huh." Zhou Qingfeng responded irresponsibly, but then asked back: "Ai Jielin, you are obviously a celebrity of the upper class, why did you stand in front of the hotel where I live and raise a sign to protest yesterday?"

Ai Jielin grinned bitterly, "You want to say that I shouldn't do that kind of work, right? Actually, our TV station only wants to take a few background shots of your protest, but the actress you can find temporarily is halfway I can't say it. So I can only let me be the director of the show. "

Zhou Qingfeng grinned in surprise when he heard the position of ‘program director’. Ai Jielin was very pleased to see his surprised expression and continued with a smile: "You stupid, I thought I was an intern. And I did not expect to really meet you, let alone you will drag me into the car. "

"You have to thank the actress who made a half-way appointment." What else can Zhou Qingfeng say, the whole thing is the oolong among oolongs.

Ai Jielin's lips twitched, and she was quite proud, "I called the actress on the video call and said she would reward her 10,000 euros. She was crazy if she was happy, and then asked me why? After missing something, she became a fool in the video and was about to cry. "

Finally, the French girl laughed happily after telling the story behind the "protest." The moment when her true temperament was revealed was natural and friendly, and she was moving.

The Zhou Qingfeng sitting on the side could n’t help but grab her over and kissed her. The two men and women turned out to be intimate all the way. It ’s really like a couple holding hands while getting off the bus.

The bodyguard drove away from Thoiry ’s manor, and a helicopter came halfway to pull Zhou Qingfeng and others away. Ai Jielin is accustomed to this, and Zhou Qingfeng can also calm down. Only the female slave Safia was trembling with the bodyguards, the Zhou Qingfeng's clothing corner was held on the helicopter.

The helicopter flew east, bypassed Paris and finally landed near Reims. Zhou Qingfeng can see large tracts of grape farms in the air, Ai Jielin said that there are more than 20,000 vineyards and more than one hundred champagne wineries.

Unsurprisingly, Zhou Qingfeng arrived at a winery. In fine weather, the winery has a pretty view. Fields of flowers, endless vineyards, elegant and simple centuries-old cottages, the air seems to have a strong champagne fruit flavor.

The bodyguard leads Zhou Qingfeng into a small stone castle with a lot of medieval decoration styles. He was asked to wait after entering a parlor. The bodyguards retired one by one, and Ai Jielin said she was going to change clothes. Even Safija was asked to go to the room where the servant was staying.

A lot of classical oil paintings hang on the walls of the parlor, sculptures are placed in the corners, a few heavy wooden tables and chairs are placed in it, and special notes are even printed on the note paper on the table. Zhou Qingfeng sat down at will and felt quite comfortable.

After being left to dry for a full hour, Zhou Qingfeng felt bored and impatient, and opened a door in the living room with a clatter. First, several servants came in, followed by a mobile high-end hospital bed.

A bad old man in a sick suit is lying on the bed. He has thin hair and wrinkled skin. He is not only hanging a bottle, but also has a straw inserted on his nose to support his life by a ventilator. The bed was pushed by several nurses to Zhou Qingfeng, no wonder it took so long to get out.

At the back of the bed is Ai Jielin who changed her dress. This French girl is stunning in a low-cut dress. She is elegant and dignified, and the style of everyone's boudoir is revealed, like a fairy coming out of the oil painting. This is very different from what she looked like yesterday.

Zhou Qingfeng is really unexpected-my **** family seems to have encountered a terrible family, and it is still a special kind!

"Hello, Mr. Lin. I think you would rather someone call you Victor Hugo? I'm Salon Likus, Ai Jielin's father." The old man in the bed barely raised his hand to Zhou Qingfeng.

Zhou Qingfeng quickly stepped forward, holding the old man's hand and greeted: "Hello, Mr. Likus, I'm glad to see you."

"Oh ..." The old man in the bed shook his head self-deprecatingly, "I'm not happy to see me. The young people now have long forgotten who I am? Because I am too old, God may call me at any time. . "

“I do n’t think so. You are the chairman of the board of Societe Generale and the owner of the French-Dutch consortium. Your industry covers energy, transportation, aerospace, media, etc. You do n’t need to let ordinary young people know, All you need to do is take over their lives. "

Zhou Qingfeng had learned the real France from Guoan anyway, and finally got back to face in a few simple words. The old man in the bed looked at the daughter next to him, Ai Jielin shook her head: "I didn't tell him this, I only knew this guy yesterday. But he ..., very special."

"Let my sweetheart say you are special, which is not easy." The old man in the bed grinned, "I have a dozen children, but the temper of Ai Jielin is the most headache for me. Asked what kind of man she wanted to marry, she ended up saying she wanted to marry Napoleon. "

Speaking of his children ’s anecdotes, the old man in the bed laughed happily, and the corner of Zhou Qingfeng ’s mouth was a polite response. Instead, Ai Jielin's face collapsed, not only unhappy, but very angry.

"Young man, sit down. I want to have a good chat with you." The old man of the hospital bed pointed to the table and chairs in the living room. The servants immediately moved the chair over to Zhou Qingfeng and handed him a coffee table. , Bring a cup of coffee.

"You are an actor, right?"

"Actually I am not an actor."

"Oh, great. I don't have any feelings for actors."

"It is said that you have an airline."

"Yes, I do have a good airline."

"I also have an airline, which has always been my pride. But my men told me that my airline is not as large as yours."

"You can compare me with a bank or something, at least I don't have a bank now."

"Ha Ha Ha ..., the feeling of having a bank is really good, and it can even be said to be great. I recommend that you open one immediately, it must be fun."

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The chat-like meeting lasted more than half an hour, and the old man ’s physical strength could not be sustained. He complained again that he was too old, but in the end, he asked, "I am very satisfied with you, child. I want to know, are you willing to marry my daughter?"