First-class on international flights is not comparable to domestic flights, and the price is often a multiple of the price, especially during peak seasons. Therefore, most people who can take the flight are elderly people who have money and have nowhere to spend, and are in poor health.
Of the dozen or so seats in the entire first-class cabin, Yang Chen and Lin Ruoxi were the youngest, and the rest were all white and amiable old men.
Lin Ruoxi, who is not at work, wore a black lace-trimmed strapless dress. The low-key luxurious tailoring and simple collocation set off Lin Ruoxi’s cold and arrogant temperament. The snow-white scented shoulders exposed in the air, like the accumulation of snow on the mountain. The snow gleamed with a faint glow in the daylight.
The silk that had been coiled up in the past was also put down, as if the blue silk was scattered on the shoulders, and the gardenias scented from a long distance can be smelled, and the fragrance is refreshing.
Sitting next to Lin Ruoxi, Yang Chen has to swallow saliva from time to time. It is really his wife is too tempting. If he keeps watching from such a close distance, it is like the poison of seductive hormones that makes people fall into it with difficulty. A kind of whirlpool.
If it weren’t for Lin Ruoxi’s exquisite porcelain-carved face, the unchanging coldness, and glaring at herself from time to time, Yang Chen would have guessed that he would have ignored the old men and grandmothers around him, and pounced on it, no matter what it was. A few first!
I thought this long-distance flight would be boring. After all, I was married and my wife was there. I couldn’t take a flight to molest the stewardess and engage in adult games in the toilet. But he didn't want to, Lin Ruoxi, who went out early in the morning, took off his uniform and put on everyone's daughter-in-law, just fed her eyeballs.
"Do you know that your current expression makes me want to slap you, don't you feel ashamed", Lin Ruoxi moved her mouth slightly, she couldn't stand Yang Chen's hot gaze, it was like Brother Pig coveted NS.
The air conditioner in the plane was always on and it was a little dry. Yang Chen licked his dry lips and smiled shyly: "Isn't this baby Ruoxi, are you pretty? Don't let me get close on weekdays. Now I will fly to France. I can see enough in one day."
"You... You are too low-level!" Lin Ruoxi didn't know what to say, and she was really invincible if she was shameless! A red cloud appeared on his pretty face. This guy's cheek was too thick, but somehow his heart was beating hard and he was a little complacent... Too irritating!
At this time, at the two adjacent first-class seats, an elderly white couple looked at Yang Chen with a smile and said a few words in French.
Although Lin Ruoxi can speak English and some common Japanese and Spanish, she doesn't know anything about French. It seems that the couple is discussing the two of them. It doesn't seem like saying bad things, but she is always curious. Thinking of the man next to him, he seems to understand everything. I couldn't help asking softly, "What did you say to the old man?"
Yang Chen's gaze was staring at the hazy and fullness on Lin Ruoxi's chest. Hearing Lin Ruoxi's question, he said in a half-drunken state: "The old lady said, they are really a happy young couple... The old man said, I thought Chinese people would compare Conservative, but it seems to be as romantic as we French. It’s nice to be young..."
romantic!
Lin Ruoxi almost rolled her eyes in a very feminine manner. This guy stared at her chest with a shy face like a pig. It would be nice not to slap him by herself. This can be called romance!
"Are you translating indiscriminately and bullying me that I don't understand French?" Lin Ruoxi whispered angrily.
Yang Chen laughed and said, "Am I so boring? If it is really messy translation, I will definitely translate and say... Well, this girl is so beautiful, and she matches this guy so well, she is a perfect match, yes, it must be. This girl is chasing the man. See how masculine this young man is. At first glance, he knows that he is a peerless man..."
"Enough!" Lin Ruoxi was about to collapse, and hurriedly stopped.
Yang Chen hurriedly shut up, raised his eyebrows, and continued to focus on Lin Ruoxi's chest...
Lin Ruoxi raised her left wrist in pain, and an out-of-print ladies watch of Patek Philippe was worn there when she went out. It seems to be a watch with a simple and compact design, but at a high price that is comparable to a sports car.
"It's only been out for less than an hour..." Lin Ruoxi sighed after reading the time, thinking that she would continue to fly with this man for more than ten hours, wishing to faint...
…
Paris, France, the seventh security bureau, an underground secret base.
The steel door of the main monitoring room slowly opened, and there was a heavy metal crash.
In a military uniform, brown-gray, and short, Dippany walked onto the commanding platform with a sullen face. Below, was a large fluorescent screen and a technical agent who quickly tapped the keyboard with his hands.
Dipney moved his gaze slowly, and after sweeping around the huge monitoring center, he snapped a finger with his right hand.
An attendant stepped onto the command platform from the lower platform, and bowed his head respectfully, "Director, what's your order."
"Where's Fodesa," Deppney asked grimly.
"An hour ago, the deputy director went to meet with a few supernatural organizations and mercenary leaders from South America and West Asia, and I believe they will return soon," the attendant replied respectfully.
Deppney's face became even more ugly, "Huh, he is really leisurely, meeting foreign leaders of underground organizations, is this what he did..."
At this time, the steel door of the general monitoring room opened again, and a burly, rough-faced, light yellow man wearing a dark blue military uniform, with a beard, holding an officer's hat in one hand, walked onto the command platform.
Seeing Dipney, the man was stunned for a while, and then he immediately gave a standard military salute. A pair of gray eyes showed a somewhat tough look, "Director, Verdesa reports to you."
"Where did you go?" Depu Nila asked in a voiceless voice.
Fodessa Zheng Sheng replied: "Go to the hotel where the VIP guests of the secret meeting are located, and secretly receive the leader of the Jaguar mercenary group and the representatives of the Death Sea supernatural organization..."
Before Fodessa finished his report, Dipney suddenly turned and kicked!
"boom!"
Dippney, who originally looked ordinary, burst out incomparably sturdy power, and with a gust of leg wind, he directly knocked the tall Fodessa to the ground!
Fodessa got a kick in his chest and fell to the ground, but he did not dare to stand up and resist, quickly turned over and fell to the ground, bowing his head not to make a sound.
"Meet the representative... Verdesa... You've been able to..." Dipney's eyes widened and his face was a little distorted. "You know... When you met with the representative, I was in the president's office... I was scolded by the president. Shower head!!!"
Facing Dipney's roar, Fodesa stiffened and did not dare to move, and the attendant had long since retired, and the staff under the command platform did not dare to make a sound, working as if they hadn't seen anything.
"Asshole thing, are you really a big man in our seventh game of security!? I tell you! General de Gaulle established the original Central Intelligence Agency, which is now our External Security Bureau, our seventh game, since then There have been countless heroes and countless glory! But! You!! Fodessa! It will definitely not be one of them!"
Deppney rushed forward again and kicked Fodessa's left cheek!
Fodessa let out a muffled groan, bleeding from the corners of his mouth, but did not dare to get up, and continued to kneel down with his head down.
"Fodessa, remember, your ancestors were traitors who betrayed our France and surrendered to Nazi Germany! In your blood, you have the blood of dirty Germans! If it wasn't me who promoted you, you will only But it is the most common field special force, even an officer has no hope for a lifetime! Let alone let you sit on the position of deputy director of the seventh inning!!"
Fodesa's body was trembling, blood dripping from his left cheek onto the cold ground, and his voice trembled: "Fordesa, I dare not forget the kindness of the Chief Director for a lifetime."
"Huh!" Dipney squinted his eyes, his gaze swept across Fodessa's body like a blade. No problem at all is allowed, otherwise... I lose my job, and you don't want to live a good life..."
"Yes!"
495
Paris, Charles de Gaulle Airport.
After more than ten hours of flying, the plane landed smoothly.
Although it was already night time in China, France ushered in an ordinary afternoon because of the time difference.
The melting sun shines on this sunny land, blowing a gentle breeze.
Lin Ruoxi, who took a short nap on the plane, didn't have too much fatigue. After all, compared to work and meetings on weekdays, flying like this was actually nothing.
Of course, Yang Chen didn't have any tired words. When he set foot on the land of Europe, his expression of laughter disappeared. Uncontrollable, too many things from the past appeared in his mind, which made him quite emotional.
The two of them walked from the passage to the international arrival exit. Lin Ruoxi was only carrying a Prada shoulder bag. After all, there is a branch in Paris, and most things can be prepared on site, without the need to prepare luggage, but Yang Chen doesn’t care about everything with both hands. Empty, it's a relaxed duo.
Along the way, I was telling myself some unbearable adult jokes. I suddenly got off the plane and walked silently without talking. Lin Ruoxi could easily feel the changes in Yang Chen.
Turning his head, glanced at the man who suddenly changed his expression around him, Lin Ruoxi had a feeling that this kind of him was more real.
Uncontrollably, Lin Ruoxi asked, "What are you thinking about."
Yang Chen subconsciously wanted to take out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, but immediately felt that he couldn't smoke at the airport, so he smiled and said, "It's nothing, it's just some ridiculous thing, but it's all over."
Lin Ruoxi didn't ask much, she knew that the "ridiculous" in Yang Chen's mouth was definitely not the past he wanted to mention.
"By the way, who is the pick-up person?" Yang Chen asked casually.
Lin Ruoxi took the road ahead and said: "It's the director of the European branch. His name is Gu Deman."
"Gu Deman? Goodman? This name is interesting, man?" Yang Chen asked.
"Of course, women would not take such a name," Lin Ruoxi said: "His mother is Chinese and his father is French. He was born in England and spent many years in China. He was once my senior. Because of his grandparents. There are royal princesses. Although they have no knighthood, they are of noble origin. When my grandma was there, she personally promoted him. After working in China Shipping for a year, he was appointed as the director of Europe. After I took office, I only followed He met twice. Because our branch happened to be in Paris, he said early this time that he would come to pick us up."
Yang Chen touched his nose and murmured: "It's a senior again... or a mixed race, he must be handsome... Baby Ruoxi, wouldn't it be another Zeng Xinlin?"
Lin Ruoxi frowned and said that she always felt uncomfortable when she talked about Zeng Xinlin. It can be said that it was an old person she cruelly killed.
"Gu Deman is different from Zeng Xinlin. He doesn't have much ambitions in his career. He is more like a Frenchman who enjoys life and loves romance. He cares about his aristocratic bloodliness and doesn't care too much about money interests", Lin Ruoxi said.
Yang Chen smiled and said, "I only saw him twice, so you know how he is?"
"I think people are very accurate," Lin Ruoxi said confidently, adding to his heart that he just couldn't understand your cheeky.
Yang Chen smiled evilly and didn't refute it.
After walking for almost a quarter of an hour, the two finally came to the exit. The people who picked up the plane were everywhere, but they immediately found a lifting sign printed with Chinese characters, which read "Yulei International" impressively.
Almost at the same time, Yang Chen also saw the "hybrid" in Lin Ruoxi's mouth, Gu Deman.
Gu Deman, wearing a white suit, really looks good. Although the color is black, it has the distinct facial contour lines of Westerners and the slightly blue-green pupils. He is tall, and he is more than half a head taller than Yang Chen. The waist is very tall and straight.
The gentle smile on his face is reserved and natural, and his noble temperament makes tourists from all over the world, both men and women, look at him from time to time.
Gu Deman saw Lin Ruoxi in a black skirt appear at the exit, a bright color flashed in his eyes, and the smile on his face was brighter, but not abrupt, and he stepped forward slowly, then opened his arms, wanting to follow Lin Ruoxi Come in a hug.
Lin Ruoxi did not reject such etiquette. After all, in Western countries, the gestures of hugging and sticking to the face were not excessive, and they did not mean offensive.
However, before Lin Ruoxi opened her arms, a figure enclaved to meet Gu Deman's embrace...
"Haha, be polite, hug hug hug..."
Lin Ruoxi's eyes were a little straight, and she saw Yang Chen, who was still behind her just now, somehow already hugging Gu Deman, still patting Gu Deman's back hard, with an affectionate appearance.
Gu Deman was also a little sluggish, his expression was very stiff, and when he saw who he was holding, he was even more startled and hurried away.
"You... You are..." Gu Deman asked in Chinese.
"His name is Yang Chen, and he is the director of our newly-built entertainment company in Yulei. This time he was originally assigned as the representative of the headquarters, but he is inexperienced after all. I happened to be here to inspect the situation in Europe, so I came together." Lin Ruoxi helped Yang Chen explain, but didn't plan to tell the relationship between the two.
In fact, Lin Ruoxi couldn't speak at all. What Yang Chen did was really embarrassing. Just now he hugged Gu Deman, and many tourists just pointed at him as a joke.
Gu Deman is experienced, and immediately understands what's going on. He sneered at Yang Chen's "childishness", holding a charming smile, and said: "Mr. Yang, Jiu Yang. I didn't expect such a young person to be a director, it must be good. My name is Gu Deman, it’s nice to meet you. I’ll be entertained this time in France, and I hope I can have a good time."
"You are really polite," Yang Chen smiled with satisfaction and opened his hand again: "Come, hug again."
Gu Deman's face was embarrassed and he smiled stiffly: "Hehe, Mr. Yang is really humorous. Let's get out first and have a good conversation after getting in the car. Ruoxi and I haven't seen each other for a long time, so it's the old story."
Lin Ruoxi couldn't stand it either, and stepped forward to secretly click on Yang Chen's back, indicating not to go too far.
Yang Chen was depressed for a while. This guy didn't call him "President", he was called "Ruo Xi", and he was worthy of him if he didn't give him a fist.