Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 1509: What you want is not available

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Zhou Qingfeng and Ai Jielin left generously. No one mentioned Shatush's shawl. Those journalists were more politically sensitive than any assistant in the Ministry of the Interior, and soon realized that they were more important than others, and they were not interested in reporting at all.

"How did that idiot become an assistant to the Minister of the Interior?" Zhou Qingfeng walked in the Hall of Mirrors, drinking and eating some food. This kind of banquet was quite novel at the beginning. For example, Safija, who had never seen anything in the world, enjoyed it, but it was too boring for Uncle Zhou to come.

Ai Jielin has been laughing, but she is not so happy. The kind of habitual, professional, and subconscious smile is a long-term training etiquette. She can easily distinguish the identity of each guest and introduce everyone's background and power relationship to Zhou Qingfeng.

“I ’ve been to the best school ever since, with the best teachers, and even the top group together. I was asked to become an elite, and the people I contacted must be the elite.”

Ai Jielin kept toasting to a dinner guest in the distance, there was nothing missing in the etiquette. "I'm in a ruthless world and don't accept mediocre people. You just ruined that guy's future, and someone will definitely report to the top afterwards.

If the guy is not strong enough, he will soon be dismissed from his job and thrown away to provide retirement care. There is no possibility of turning over again. Because nothing can hide people from my father's class. They are ruthless, ruthless, and merciless. They are the real masters of this country.

And if you do n’t want to suffer the same fate, everyone has to be the best at all times. Therefore, politicians will not express their opinions at will, and as time goes on, it will cause a lot of shadowed areas. No one will touch the shadow easily, everyone is waiting for others to make mistakes. This life is very boring. "

The more senior figures, the less likely they are to take shots, but once shots are often fatal. There are very few people like Zhou Qingfeng who stir up trouble.

Listening to Ai Jielin's heartfelt words, Zhou Qingfeng thinks of various chronic diseases in various countries. He casually tweeted some French benefits. Religious issues, but Ai Jielin did not respond. Obviously she did not want to point out these.

Zhou Qingfeng came to the dinner because of Ai Jielin's request, but except for the two idiots at the beginning of the dinner, he didn't realize how interesting the dinner was.

Everyone is socializing. Celebrities in politics, business, and culture are either knowing each other or deepening their feelings. Only Zhou Qingfeng has no interest in knowing too many people. Even if Ai Jielin keeps introducing him to high officials, he still lacks interest.

Halfway through the dinner, Ai Jielin's older brother Ronal appeared in front of Zhou Qingfeng again. The two talked about the car patents for a few words, and Ronald still wanted to spend money to get the entire technology license and a complete exclusive buyout.

The words are not speculative. Zhou Qingfeng refused again. Ronald was still very polite, not angry even if he was refuted. After caring for his sister, he left again.

When music sounded in the mirror hall, Ai Jielin stepped onto the dance floor against the chest of Zhou Qingfeng's. When the two slowly moved their feet, the woman suddenly became hot, as if she had all the courage to ask the man, "Lin, would you marry me? I asked you very seriously."

Zhou Qingfeng was taken aback, and I never expected to answer this kind of question in this situation.

Ai Jielin seemed afraid to hear the answer she did n’t want to hear. She rushed to continue: "I know you are rich, and you have a position, and the background is mysterious and deep. I know you are strong, but you always There will be places that need me.

We have n’t known each other for a long time, yet I feel that you are the only one who can save me. Although I am a noble in an upper class society in France, I also yearn for a free life in the sky. If you are as casual as you, an unconstrained life does not matter what the media power is.

I always wanted to live a normal life, and you must have thought it was ridiculous. But a fate that is determined from birth is actually not good at all. me……. "

Ai Jielin has been there, but after a while, she has not received any response from Zhou Qingfeng. There was only a slightly surprised face in front of her, no enthusiasm, no urge to hug her, kiss her.

He does n’t love me Ai Jielin still has a lot of thoughts in her heart, but half of them feel empty of heart. Youyou asked: "What you do n’t want, you do n’t want to surround me. He He He ......!

Okay, I know you cannot marry me. I was actually joking with you, and I also wanted to try the show. What do you think of my confession ...? "

Ai Jielin, with tears in her smile, could not hide the sadness in her face, and covered her eyes and lowered her head: "I'm going to make up, this is too ugly."

The whole process of Zhou Qingfeng didn't know what to do, and reason told him that it was good and bad to have a relationship with Ai Jielin. For ordinary people, the benefits outweigh the disadvantages, but for him, the harm outweighs the benefits.

Uncle Zhou has already gotten into the rabbit house, so I never thought about catching a Gaul chicken again. He was not strong enough to swing between the two big hooligans.

For Ai Jielin, Zhou Qingfeng is only a friendly match with multiple night stand. Who knows that this French girl has some difficulties to surrender. Looking at her rickety body, crying and running away, many people in the mirror hall were glaring at Zhou Qingfeng.

Zhou Qingfeng was embarrassed and quickly chased Ai Jielin's back. It's just that there are several pairs of men and women lying in front of him on the dance floor. The French girl is gone!

Ah ..., hell.

Zhou Qingfeng is not familiar with the Palace of Versailles, this palace is too big. He left the Hall of Mirrors and looked east and west, wondering if Ai Jielin, who was still crying, went there?

The dinner guests come and go, but the Zhou Qingfeng bumps like a headless fly. He asked the palace staff for a long time, and suddenly a waitress came and said, "Mr. Lin, if you are looking for Sister Ai Jielin, please come with me. She needs you now."

Zhou Qingfeng did not doubt that he was there, so he quickly followed. Although the Palace of Versailles has only two floors, it has nearly seventy stairs, more than two thousand rooms, and more than ten main places. He walked around in it, hurriedly, and soon he didn't know where he was anymore?

The waitress brought Zhou Qingfeng into a room. He hurriedly walked in without seeing anyone. At this time, his mobile phone rang, and the number was called by Ai Jielin. The Zhou Qingfeng standing in the room heard a cry of women after connecting the phone.

"Ai Jielin, where are you? I apologize to you, I just got a little confused. But this doesn't mean I don't love you." Zhou Qingfeng is thinking about how to coax a woman.

Ai Jielin on the phone has been crying, sobbing, "Lin, run, leave Versailles, and leave France."

Zhou Qingfeng immediately tightened his mind, and he quickly turned to look at the door of the room. I saw that the door was closing quickly, and the waitress who brought him sneered at him through the gap in the door.

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