Simon was also tired, so he casually chatted with Mo Wuling beside him about domestic matters, and said no more. This made Mo Wuling, who was originally nervous, feel guilty and uneasy again, wondering whether he didn't want to get involved by herself or whether he was annoying others.
The convoy did not return to the manor in the southwest corner of Dayang Mountain, but came to a dock on the shore of Taihu Lake.
At the pier, a three-story antique ship about 60 meters long is waiting.
This was Simon's idea when he and Lin Su traveled to the West Lake in Hangzhou during the Spring Festival last year. The West Lake could not accommodate such a large boat, so they placed it in Taihu Lake.
After Chen Qing got off the car, she began to introduce: "We acquired the Jingjiang shipyard and mobilized the best team to build this ship for the boss. It is 62 meters long, 13 meters wide, and has a displacement of 2,500 tons. It adopts the design of ancient building ships. The design style, but the main body is still made of steel structure and composite materials, with very little wood, so it is not fireproof, but the design is still very beautiful.”
As he spoke, he climbed onto the deck along the gangway.
Sisters Jiang Shanwu and Jiang Yuanchi came to the deck with a group of uniformed maids and guards. Mo Wuling, who was silently following Simon, quietly looked at the maids and guards in the night light and found that they were all quite good-looking, and several of them had pretty good looks. His appearance was no worse than hers, but he felt a little disappointed for no reason.
She couldn't help but think that she was probably crazy, and he, being so smart, must have figured out what she was thinking.
Is it too late to escape now
Chen Qing gave instructions to the team of attendants before entering the cabin with Simon. Mo Wuling heard from behind that he wanted to take a bath first, and seemed to be talking to her, asking her to take a bath first, and then take a bath. Have a meal.
bath
Thinking of this, Mo Wuling couldn't help but think of the luxurious underground swimming pool of the mansion in Maoer Hutong.
Can hold many people!
With such random thoughts, Mo Wuling followed a maid into the cabin and was taken to a suite on the second floor. The maid introduced her patiently and carefully, and even helped her put hot water in the bathroom.
There is a high probability that we will stay here tonight.
Because the ship had already sailed, Mo Wuling was embarrassed because she had specifically docked once. Although, through the porthole, he saw another smaller yacht on the side of the cruise ship leaving the dock with it. He probably remembered that there was another smaller yacht on the dock just now. Three similar yachts must have come out, they should be escorts or something like that.
So the identity of a certain man is once again reminded.
Simon Westeros, the richest man in the world, had a personal wealth of US$1.3 trillion in last year's Forbes list, while China's GDP last year was only 960 billion. Because of this wealth, it is obvious that the other party is also one of the most powerful few people in the world.
Mo Wuling was soaking in the bathtub, and a word came to his mind.
Moths fly into the flame.
She herself is the stupid moth.
Moreover, this is not even more serious, because there is another stupid moth, who is her niece.
The strong conflict and guilt in his heart made Mo Wuling hesitate to indulge himself in this tank of warm water, but unfortunately he could not muster the courage in the end.
After leaving the bathroom wearing a bathrobe, the maid just sent me some clothes.
From the inside out.
Knowing that this was the custom around him, Mo Wuling did not refuse. He picked it up and changed into a very homely style, a close-fitting turtleneck sweater, a pair of white trousers underneath, and black high heels.
While getting dressed, I secretly felt a little angry. A man who always gives women clothes, huh, is obviously not a good man.
Then he was taken to the restaurant.
Mo Wuling thought that he had washed himself long enough, but he still waited for nearly half an hour before someone showed up with Chen Qing.
Chen Qing had wet hair, a rosy face, and obviously changed her clothes. Obviously, she was up to no good.
Damn man.
The three of them took their seats.
This was a small restaurant, with a long table, two people sitting next to each other on one side, and Mo Wuling sitting on the other side, so he felt a little weirdly aggrieved.
After the grievance, another problem was discovered.
There were four or five maids standing beside the three of them, but there were no Jiangshanwu sisters that Mo Wuling was familiar with. After living in a big house in Beijing for so long, Mo Wuling knew that the two women were Chen Qing's most capable confidants. On the other hand, the two sisters were also scheming. How could they miss this opportunity to contact the big boss
Could it be that he was sent to do other things
This self-deceptive idea was quickly broken. As soon as the dishes were served, the two sisters appeared again, each holding a dish, and skillfully replaced the two waitresses who were originally staying next to Simon and Chen Qing.
Mo Wuling looked over pretending to be unintentional.
The two women also changed their clothes, and even if it wasn't as obvious as Chen Qing's, a certain blush on their two pretty faces was still obvious.
Random guy.
"Aling, is there anything you particularly like to eat?"
Chen Qing's voice sounded from the opposite side. Mo Wuling quickly cheered up and glanced at the famous Jiangsu and Zhejiang dishes on the table. They were obviously specially prepared because he came over. She couldn't pick out the top ingredients and top cooking. No problem, so he nodded: "It's all good, Sister Chen."
As she spoke, she gestured towards a piece of Snowflake Crab Bucket, and the waitress next to her skillfully put one on her plate.
In fact, I’m not used to it, and I would rather do it on my own, but I still do as the Romans do.
Seeing what she said, Chen Qing smiled and said: "Leave the snowflake crab fight, as well as the drunken chicken and fish soup, and give the rest to those girls so that they can eat and cheer up. The performance tonight is not good, I But we have to drive people away.”
Mo Wuling was curious about who the girls Chen Qing was talking about, and when he saw the waitress coming forward to take away the dishes on the table except those named by Chen Qing, he roughly understood why she had just asked.
Then the second batch of dishes was delivered.
Seeing her strange expression, Chen Qing said: "It's hard for the boss to come here once. It must be rich. By the way, you have been writing the script of "To Youth". Do you have any questions that you can talk to the boss about?"
Regarding "To Youth", Mo Wuling had many problems.
However, when facing a certain man at this time, I didn't know where to start, and it seemed that all the problems suddenly disappeared.
Seeing Mo Wuling's speechless appearance, Simon smiled and said, "You can do your best on this project. I'm not familiar with your youth, so I won't point my fingers at you."
When Chen Qing heard what her boss said, she understood that it was still the same strategy of destroying martial arts.
Exile and follow the flow.
Mo Wuling thought of the two songs he wrote specifically for this project, "My Deskmate" and "Youth Without Regrets". He only talked about the quality of these two songs. How could he not understand them.
Just now, she heard him and Chen Qing chatting in low voices across the street about various topics. She basically couldn't get a word in. At this time, she finally had a topic that she could talk about. She reminded herself to be reserved, but couldn't help but said: "I think you You must know a lot about those two songs, Simon, how did you get the inspiration?"
Simon wondered: "What?"
Seeing that he didn't seem to be faking it, Mo Wuling's eyes widened slightly.
Is this, forgotten
Chen Qing reminded from the side: "Boss, it's "My Deskmate" and "Youth Without Regrets"."
Simon suddenly nodded: "Oh."
When Mo Wuling saw the man opposite responded, he lowered his head to deal with the lion's head in front of him, and suddenly lost confidence again. It turns out that I can even forget about him when I think about him so much. Then I gave him another reason. He was so busy, so it was natural for him to forget.
The flowing dinner lasted for five rounds. A man and a woman across from them were eating and chatting, obviously enjoying themselves, but Mo Wuling was a little bit unsatisfied.
After dinner, we followed Simon and the two to the third floor of the cruise ship, where a group of colorful warblers and swallows were already waiting.
Mo Wuling glanced over and saw that there were twenty or thirty girls.
Only then did she know who those girls Chen Qing was talking about.
She has also come into contact with the Chinese style art troupe. The group in front of her is obviously not the same, but they have something in common. They are all pretty beauties with youthful beauty and graceful figure. In comparison, Mo Wuling, who is not yet 25 years old, is I feel like an old woman.
Mo Wuling is the type who doesn't know much about someone's preferences, so he just follows common sense and thinks that men really like young people.
Simon walked through the spacious hall, sat down on a couch at the edge, admired and looked around, and without hesitation, he nodded the two girls to his side and held them in his arms.
Seeing this, Mo Wuling couldn't stay any longer, so he stepped forward to greet Chen Qing, turned around and left, intending to rest in his guest room downstairs.
Still a little disheartened.
What I have been entrusted to by Momo is not a human being, not a human being.
When Mo Wuling left, Chen Qing called one of the team leaders among the Yingying Yanyan in front of him to explain, and then came to the bed, drove the two little goblins next to Simon to the other side, leaned up and bit her own The boss whispered in English: "Boss, why are you so cold to Aling? This is not in line with your style?"
Simon's left hand was holding two slender girls at the same time, and he was also speaking in English: "What is my style?"
Chen Qing did not answer, but said: "Boss, can't you see that Aling likes you?"
Simon shook his head slightly and said softly: "The hardest thing to accept is the kindness of a beauty."
Chen Qing paused for a moment before reacting: "Did the boss do it on purpose?"
Simon smiled and did not explain any more.
Simon's attitude towards the women around him is actually different.
To be more vivid, it is like Su Shi, the great writer in ancient China. Regarding his wife, Su Dongpo could still write such touching quatrains as "Ten years of life and death" ten years after Wang Fu's death. For his concubine, even if he was pregnant, If you are pregnant, you can give it away easily.
Similarly, for Simon, he will respond appropriately to women with whom he has real feelings, just like Grace. Simon likes certain taboo stimulations, but will not have any thoughts about Grace's daughter Rita. . This doesn't mean Simon's bottom line or anything like that, it's just a very direct outlook on life: Give me a peach, and give me a penny in return.
Of course Simon could feel Mo Wuling's pure throbbing for him, like a girl in first love, but because of Zhu Momo, he still felt it was best to keep a distance. He has no shortage of women, so why let a stupid girl get stuck next to him.
The sound of silk and bamboo sounded in the hall.
Feeling that Chen Qing next to her was about to leave, and knowing that this girl didn't want to be like the two vases on the other side, he called out to her: "I suddenly had an inspiration, and asked someone to carve a seal for me."
Chen Qing came over again curiously: "What?"
Simon smiled and said: "Just engrave four words, pity the handsome man. From now on, this will be my private seal."
Chen Qing nodded with a smile and bit her boss's ear again: "Give me an hour. Also, boss, there are 28 of them here in total. They are guaranteed to be original. Do you want to stamp them all tonight? I will ask someone to stamp them more." How many styles?”
"Do you really think I'm Superman?"
"Haha, doesn't the boss often say that he is an alien? We puny earthlings can only look up to him. So, I will have 28 designs carved and delivered to see how many can the boss use tonight?"
"If you think about it this way, 28 is not enough."
"Yeah, yeah, I understand, let's add 3 more."
After Chen Qing left, Simon enjoyed the classical dance called "Like a Dream" and randomly ordered two girls to fill the bed. He accidentally noticed the gaze of a fairy who had been obediently leaning on his left hand just now. He smiled and asked in English: "Do you understand English?"
The girl nodded, raising her pretty oval face, with a bit of care and flattery, and spoke the same proficient English: "Mr. Westeros, my name is..."
Before he finished speaking, Simon pressed a finger on both lips.
Simon switched to Chinese and said with a smile: "There is an old saying in China, it is better to meet before than to have known each other before. I think it is very good."
Simon is a compassionate person, but at the same time he also wants to pursue a state of not being touched by a single leaf among thousands of flowers. I don’t know the name, maybe there won’t be much connection after tonight.
This is actually good for both parties.
The girl nodded slightly, waited for Simon to retract his finger, then pressed it towards him again, and said softly: "Mr. Westeros, I have compiled a song, which is a work by a Chinese poet from the Song Dynasty, called " Poppy: Listening to the Rain, can I sing it to you later?"
Simon thought for a moment and remembered that it was Jiang Jie's song 'Young Man Listens to the Rain Song Upstairs', and nodded: "Okay, but it seems to be a very sad song?"
The girl's eyes brightened: "Mr. Westeros, do you know this poem?"
"Yes," Simon nodded and whispered softly: "Sorrows and joys are always ruthless, every step of the way until dawn. It is just a poem, a few words, but it describes a person's life. I like the words very much. That feeling of time passing before your eyes, the beauty of Chinese is really amazing.”
The little beauty in her arms opened her mouth slightly. When Simon finished speaking, her expression was filled with admiration: "So the rumors are true. Mr. Westeros, you are well versed in Chinese culture."
Simon felt the tenderness of the girl in his arms, which was only separated by a few layers of dance gauze, and said with a smile: "The problem is, you are so beautiful and so young, why did you choose Jiang Jie's sad song "Yu" "Beauty" to arrange the music?"
The girl's eyes were bright, and there was still a little admiration in her expression that she didn't know whether it was true or false. After hearing this, she said: "Mr. Westeros, because my name is Yu Tingyu."
Simon: “…”
Is this a trick
Goblin!