Someone came to invite him, but Zhou Qingfeng was not easily moved. Several bodyguards in black suits did not force him further, but instead stood three or five steps away and waited silently.

Ai Jielin, who was sitting on her forehead, looked up slightly. When she saw Zhou Qingfeng looking at her with a questioning expression, she sighed and explained: "They are my father's people, and my father controls everything about me. You played so much last night and made a mess of my life. Let's consider it as compensation when you meet my father."

The French girl half begged and half explained, and Zhou Qingfeng was also reasonable - although it was a dewy marriage last night, after all, it seemed that it was not an excessive request to meet his father. Especially he was having a good time.

Get up and set off... Ai Jielin changed her coat casually, which seemed quite refreshing. Zhou Qingfeng brought the captured Green Sect female slave Safiya with her. The girl suffered a severe injury last night and was inconvenient to walk, so she needed someone to support her.

After getting in the car, Safiya was probably scared and extremely tired all night, and fell asleep on Zhou Qingfeng's thigh. Ai Jielin sat on the other side of Zhou Qingfeng, and her senses seemed to have changed about this obedient female slave. She asked, "Give me your female slave."

"Hmm." Zhou Qingfeng responded undeniably, but asked back: "Ai Jielin, you are obviously a socialite in the upper class. Why did you stand at the door of the hotel where I stayed yesterday to raise a sign to protest?"

Ai Jielin grinned bitterly, "You mean I shouldn't do that kind of job, right? In fact, our TV station only wants to take a few background shots of you being protested, but the actress I was looking for temporarily couldn't say it halfway. So I could only let me be the director of the show."

When Zhou Qingfeng heard the position of "Program Director", he grinned in surprise. Ai Jielin was very happy to see his surprised expression and continued with a smile: "You idiot, you actually thought I was an intern. And I didn't expect to meet you, let alone you drag me into the car."

"You have to thank the actress who broke the appointment halfway through." What else can Zhou Qingfeng say? The whole thing is the misunderstanding among the misunderstandings.

Ai Jielin pursed her lips and was quite proud, "I called the actress on the video and said she would reward her with 10,000 euros. She was so happy that she was crazy, and then asked me why? When she learned what she had missed, she became a fool in the video and was about to cry."

After telling the story behind the 'protest incident', the French girl laughed happily. The moment when her true temperament was revealed, she was naturally and friendly, as if she was full of spirit, which was touching.

Zhou Qingfeng, who was sitting aside, couldn't help but grab her and kiss her in pain. The two men and women were so intimate all the way. When they were waiting to get off the bus, they really looked like a couple.

The bodyguard drove away from Tuvari's manor, and a helicopter came halfway and pulled Zhou Qingfeng and others away. Ai Jielin was used to this, so Zhou Qingfeng could also calm down. Only the female slave Safiya was trembling with the bodyguards and grabbed Zhou Qingfeng's clothes on the helicopter.

The helicopter flew eastward, bypassed Paris and finally landed near Reims. Zhou Qingfeng could see a large area of ​​grape farm in the air. Ai Jielin said there were more than 20,000 grape estates and more than 100 champagne breweries here.

As expected, Zhou Qingfeng arrived at a winery. In the clear weather, the scenery of the winery is quite beautiful. The flowers are blooming, the endless vineyards, and the elegant and quaint century-old houses seem to have a strong smell of champagne fruit in the air.

The bodyguard led the way to take Zhou Qingfeng into a small stone castle. The castle had a lot of medieval decorative styles. After entering a living room, he was asked to wait. The bodyguards left one by one, and Ai Jielin said she wanted to change her clothes, and even Safiya was asked to go to the room where the servants stayed.

There are many classical oil paintings hanging on the walls of the reception room, with sculptures placed in the corners, and several heavy wooden tables and chairs placed in them. The notes on the table even have special emblems printed on them. Zhou Qingfeng sat down casually, and felt quite comfortable.

After being hung for an hour, Zhou Qingfeng felt bored and impatient. A door in the living room opened with a clatter. First, several servants walked in, followed by a mobile high-end hospital bed.

There was an old man in a hospital gown lying on the bed. His hair was sparse and his skin was wrinkled. He was dying not only hung a bottle, but also had a straw on his nose and was supported by a ventilator. The bed was pushed by several nurses to Zhou Qingfeng. No wonder he had to come out after so long.

Behind the bed was Ai Jielin who changed into a dress. This French girl was amazing in a low-cut dress. She was elegant and dignified, and her ladies' demeanor was fully revealed, like a fairy walking out of an oil painting. This was very different from what she looked like yesterday.

Zhou Qingfeng really never expected it - I seemed to have encountered some amazing family, and I was a very handsome one!

"Hello, Mr. Lin. I think you would rather others call you Victor Hugo? I am Saron Licus, Aijielin's father." The old man on the hospital bed reluctantly raised his hand to Zhou Qingfeng.

Zhou Qingfeng quickly took a step forward, held the old man's hand and greeted: "Hello, Mr. Licus, I'm very happy to see you."

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

"I don't think so. You are the chairman of the board of directors of Societe Generale and the controller of the French-Dutch consortium. Your industry covers many aspects such as energy, transportation, aerospace, media, etc. You don't need to let ordinary young people know you, you just need to take over their lives."

Zhou Qingfeng had learned about the real France from Guoan, and finally got some face back in a few simple words. The old man in the hospital bed looked at his daughter beside him, and Ai Jielin shook her head and said, "I didn't tell him this. I only met this guy yesterday. But he... is very special."

"It's not easy to make my sweetheart say you're special." The old man in the hospital bed smiled, "I have more than a dozen children, but Ai Jielin's temper is the most troublesome to me. I once asked her what kind of man she wanted to marry, but she said she wanted to marry Napoleon."

When talking about his child's interesting story, the old man on the hospital bed smiled happily. Zhou Qingfeng's mouth twitched was a polite response. However, Ai Jielin's face collapsed, not only was she unhappy, but she was angry.

"Young man, sit down. I want to have a good chat with you." The old man on the hospital bed pointed to the tables and chairs in the living room. The servants immediately moved the chairs for Zhou Qingfeng, and set up a coffee table for him, and brought him a cup of coffee.

"You're an actor, are you?"

"I'm not an actor, actually."

"Oh, that's great. I don't have much affection for the 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 subordinates told me that my airline is not as large as yours."

"You can compete with me for banks or something, at least I don't have a bank yet."

"Hahaha..., it's really good to have a bank, and it can even be said to be great. I recommend you to open a company immediately, it will definitely be fun."

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Chapter completed!