Chapter 1495: Old man in bed

Someone came to invite themselves, but Zhou Qingfeng was not easily moved. Several bodyguards in black suits did not further persecute, but stood silently waiting three or five steps away.
Ai Jielin, who was sitting on her forehead, looked up slightly. When she saw Zhou Qingfeng looking at herself with a questioning expression, she sighed and explained, "They are my father's person, and my father controls everything. You last night Playing too much and messing up my life, see my father as compensation. "
The French girl was half begging and explaining, and Zhou Qingfeng was also reasonable. Although it was a dew marriage last night, it seems that it is not too much of a request to see someone else ’s dad. In particular, he is very happy.
Get up and set off ... Ai Jielin changed her coat casually, but she looked quite refreshing. Zhou Qingfeng brought the captive green goddess slave Safia. The girl suffered a severe wound last night and had difficulty walking.
After getting in the car, Safia was probably scared overnight and extremely tired, and she fell asleep on Zhou Qingfeng's thigh. Sitting on the other side of Zhou Qingfeng, Ai Jielin seemed to have changed the senses of the obedient slave girl. She asked, "Give me this slave girl."
"Huh." Zhou Qingfeng replied irrevocably, but asked back: "Ai Jielin, you are obviously a high-class lady, why did you stand at the door of my hotel yesterday to protest?"
Ai Jielin grinned bitterly, "You want to say that I shouldn't do that kind of work, right? In fact, our TV station just wanted to take a few background shots of your protest, but the actress who was temporarily in search couldn't even say halfway. So I can only get on the show director. "
After hearing the position of
Program Director
, Zhou Qingfeng grinned in surprise. Ai Jielin was very pleased to see his surprised expression and continued with a smile: "You idiot, I thought I was an intern. And I didn't expect to meet you, let alone you would drag me into the car. "
"You have to thank the actress who made the appointment halfway." What more can Zhou Qingfeng say, the whole thing is the oolong among the oolongs.
Ai Jielin's mouth narrowed and she was quite proud. "I called the actress by video call and said she was going to reward her 10,000 Euros. She was going crazy when she was happy, and then asked me why? After you know what you missed, , She was a fool in the video and was about to cry. "
After telling the story behind the protest, the French girl laughed. The moment of her true temperament was natural and affable.
Sitting on the side, Zhou Qingfeng couldn't help but grab her and kiss her. The two men and women were just like you and my friend, all the way, waiting to get out of the car holding their hands really like a couple.
The bodyguard drove away from Tuvalu's manor, and a helicopter came halfway to pull Zhou Qingfeng and others away. Ai Jielin was accustomed to this, and Zhou Qingfeng was able to calm down. Only the female slave Safia trembled against the bodyguards, holding Zhou Qingfeng's clothing corner on the helicopter.
The helicopter flew east, bypassing Paris and finally landed near Reims. Zhou Qingfeng can see a large area of ​​grape farms in the air. Ai Jielin said that there are more than 20,000 vineyards and more than 100 champagne breweries.
Not surprisingly, Zhou Qingfeng arrived at a winery. In fine weather, the view of the winery is quite beautiful. Blossoming fields, endless vineyards, elegant and simple century-old cottages, seem to have a strong champagne fruit flavor in the air.
The bodyguard led Zhou Qingfeng into a small stone castle with a lot of medieval decoration. He was asked to wait after entering a living room. The bodyguards exited one by one. Ai Jielin said she was going to change clothes, and even Safia was asked to go to the room where the servant was staying.
There are many classical oil paintings hanging on the walls of the parlour, some sculptures in the corners, and several heavy wooden tables and chairs in it. The note paper on the table even has a special emblem printed on it. Zhou Qingfeng sat down casually, but felt quite comfortable.
After being aired for a full hour, Zhou Qingfeng felt bored and impatient, and a door of the living room opened with a bang. First a few servants came in, followed by a mobile high-end hospital bed.
Lying on the bed was a lousy old man in a sick suit. His hair was thin and his skin was wrinkled. He was dying not only by hanging a bottle, but also by a straw on his nose to support his life on a ventilator. The bed was pushed by several nurses to Zhou Qingfeng, no wonder it took so long to come out.
Behind the bed was Ai Jielin, who changed her dress. This French girl is stunning in a low-cut dress. She is elegant and dignified, showing the style of every lady, like a fairy walking out of the oil painting. This is very different from what she looked like yesterday.
Zhou Qingfeng really did not expect that my mother-in-law seemed to have encountered any extraordinary family, or it was particularly aggressive!
"Hello, Mr. Lin. I think you would prefer someone to call you Victor Hugo? I'm Salon Likus, Ai Jielin's father." The old man on the bed barely raised his hand to Zhou Qingfeng. .
Zhou Qingfeng rushed forward half a step, holding the old man's hand and greeting, "Hello, Mr. Likus, nice to meet you."
"Oh, huh ..." The old man in the bed shook his head with a mockery. "It's nothing to see me. The young people have long forgotten who I am? Because I'm too old, God may call me at any time."
"I don't think so. You are the chairman of Societe Generale's board of directors and the owner of the French-Dutch consortium. Your industry covers energy, transportation, aerospace, and media. You don't need to let ordinary young people know, you just need to Just take over their lives. "
Fortunately, Zhou Qingfeng knew the real France from Guoan, and in a few words he finally recovered his face. The old man in the bed looked at his daughter next to him. Ai Jielin shook her head and said, "I didn't tell him this. I only knew this guy yesterday. But he ... is very special."
"Can my sweetheart say that you are special, this is not easy." The old man in the bed grinned. "I have a dozen children, but it is Ai Jielin's temper that gives me the most headache. I used to ask her if What kind of man did she marry and she said she wanted to marry Napoleon. "
Speaking of his children's funny things, the old man in the bed smiled very happily. Zhou Qingfeng's mouth was a polite response. However, 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 at the bed pointed to the table and chairs in the living room. The servant immediately brought the chair over to Zhou Qingfeng, and gave him a coffee table. Have a cup of coffee.
"You are an actor, aren't you?"
"Actually I'm not an actor ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Oh, great. I don't really like actors either."
"It is said that you have an airline."
"Yes, I do have a good airline."
"I also have an airline, that has always been my pride. But my men told me that my airline is not as big as yours."
"You can compare me with a bank or something, at least I don't have a bank yet."
"Ha ha ha ... it feels really good to have a bank, and it can even be said to be great. I recommend you open one immediately, it must be fun."
...
The chat-like meeting lasted more than half an hour, and the old man's physical strength could not be sustained. He complained again in distress that he was too old, but at the end he asked unceasingly: "Child, I am quite satisfied with you. I want to know, would you like to marry my daughter?" 8)