Chapter 1509: What you want is not available

Zhou Qingfeng and Ai Jielin left in a generous manner, and no one mentioned the shawl of Shatosh. Those reporters were more politically sensitive than any assistant of the Ministry of the Interior, and soon realized that they were trivial and had no interest in reporting.
"How did that idiot become an assistant to the Minister of the Interior?" Zhou Qingfeng walked around the Hall of Mirrors, drinking and eating some food. This kind of banquet is quite new at first. For example, Safia, who has never seen anything in the world, enjoys it, but it is too boring for Uncle Zhou to come.
Ai Jielin has been laughing, but she is not so happy. That kind of habitual, professional, subconscious smile, at first glance, is the etiquette that has been trained for a long time. She can easily identify the identity of each guest and introduce each person's background and influence relationship to Zhou Qingfeng.
"I have been in the best school ever, with the best teachers, and even the top group with my studies. I was asked to be an elite, and the contacts with me must be the elite."
Ai Jielin kept toasting to a distant dinner guest, and 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 and thrown into a place to care for the elderly, and there is no possibility of turning over. Because nothing can conceal people like my father's class. They are cold, ruthless, and without mercy, and they are the real masters of this country.
And if you don't want to encounter the same fate, everyone must do their best at all times. So politicians will not express their opinions at will, and over time will create a lot of shadowy areas. No one can easily touch the shadows, everyone is waiting for others to make mistakes. This life is boring. "
The more high-level characters, the less likely they will be shot easily, but once they are shot, they are often fatal. There are very few people like Zhou Qingfeng who provoke trouble at every turn.
Listening to Ai Jielin's heartfelt words, Zhou Qingfeng thought of all kinds of dysentery existing in various countries. He whispered a few words about French welfare and religious issues, but Ai Jielin didn't respond, obviously she didn't want to point out these.
Zhou Qingfeng came to the dinner because of Ai Jielin's request. Except for two idiots at the beginning of the dinner, he didn't realize how interesting the dinner was.
Everyone else is socializing. Celebrities in politics, business, and culture either know each other or deepen their feelings. Only Zhou Qingfeng has no interest in knowing too many people. Even if Ai Jielin kept introducing senior officials to him, he still lacked interest.
Halfway through the banquet, Ai Jielin's older brother Ronal appeared again in front of Zhou Qingfeng. The two talked for a few words and then mentioned the car patent. Ronald still wanted to spend the money to obtain the entire technology license and completely exclusive buyout.
Without much speculation, Zhou Qingfeng once again refused. Ronald was still very polite, not angry even if he was refuted. He left after a few words of concern for his sister.
When the music sounded in the mirror hall, Ai Jielin leaned on Zhou Qingfeng's chest and stepped onto the dance floor. As the two slowly moved their steps, the woman suddenly became hot, as if asking all the courage to ask the man, "Lin, would you marry me? I ask you very seriously."
Zhou Qingfeng froze, never expecting to answer such questions in this situation.
Ai Jielin seemed very scared to hear the answer she didn't want to hear. She rushed to continue: "I know you are rich, you have a status, mysterious and deep background. I know you are strong, but you always need My place.
We haven't known each other for a long time, but I think you are the only one who can save me. Although I am an aristocracy in high society in France, I also yearn for a life that can be free. If you are as casual and unrestrained as you are, I do n’t care about the media.
I've always wanted to live a normal life, you must think it's ridiculous. But a destiny that is decided from birth is actually not good at all. me……. "
Ai Jielin has been there, but for a while she couldn't get any response from Zhou Qingfeng. There was only a slightly surprised face in front of her eyes, without any enthusiasm, without any urge to hug her and kiss her.
He didn't love me. There was still a lot of thoughts in Ai Jielin's heart, but half of it felt empty, and he asked quietly, "I can't get what I want, and I want it all around me. Hehehe ...!
Well, I know you can't marry me. I'm actually joking with you, and I want to try acting. What do you think of this confession ...? "
With tears in her smile, Ai Jielin couldn't hide her sadness, covering her eyes and lowering her head, "I'm going to make up, it's too ugly."
During the whole process, Zhou Qingfeng didn't know what to do. He reasonably told him that it is good and bad to have a relationship with Ai Jielin. For ordinary people, it is definitely more good than bad, but for him it is more bad than good.
Uncle Zhou had already gotten into the rabbit's house, and never thought of getting Gallo chicken again. He wasn't strong enough to swing between two big hooligans.
For Ai Jielin, Zhou Qingfeng only played a multi-night stand friendship match. How did you know that the French girl had some feelings of self-restraint and wanted to surrender. Many people in the Hall of Mirrors glared at Zhou Qingfeng when she looked at her body and ran away crying.
Zhou Qingfeng felt embarrassed and quickly chased Ai Jielin's back. It's just that there are several pairs of men and women standing in front of him on the dance floor, and he can't push away violently. Wait until you turn left and right before you go to find that Ai Jielin? That French girl is gone!
Ah ... hell.
Zhou Qingfeng was not familiar with the Palace of Versailles, which was too big. He left the Hall of Mirrors to look west and west, did he not know where Ai Jielin, who was just crying, had gone?
The dinner guests came and went, but Zhou Qingfeng bumped like a headless fly. He asked the staff of the palace, and after a long while, a waitress came over and said, "Mr. Lin, if you are looking for Sister Ai Jielin, please come with me ~ EbookFREE.me ~ she needs you."
Zhou Qingfeng doubted that he was there, and quickly followed. Although Versailles has only two floors, it has nearly 70 stairs, more than 2,000 rooms, and a dozen major places. He walked around in it, hurriedly walking, and soon did not know where he was?
The waitress brought Zhou Qingfeng into a room, and he hurried in without seeing anyone. At this time, his cell phone rang, and the number was from Ai Jielin. Zhou Qingfeng, standing in the room, heard a woman's cry after answering 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 was thinking about how to coax a woman.
But Ai Jielin on the phone kept crying, sobbing, "Lin, run quickly, leave Versailles and leave France."
Zhou Qingfeng immediately tightened his mind, he quickly turned to look at the door of the room. I saw that the door was closing fast, and the waitress who brought him sneered at him through the gap in the door.
The woman laughed and didn't forget to introduce herself, "Dear Mr. Victor Hugo, I'm 'Poison Spider'. It's not easy to get you done!"