The presidential suite at the Plaza Hotel costs more than $5,000 a night.

To be honest, it's actually not expensive.

In later generations, the price of a presidential suite in a hotel of this level was not less than $10,000 per night.

More than $5,000 is nothing to Abel, and with the help of the lobby manager, Abel quickly opened the room.

Took the room key and got on the exclusive elevator.

When you step out of the exclusive elevator.

It was a very coincidence that I met the woman I just met on it again.

This time in the hallway of the hotel.

She had her room card in hand, and she didn't know what she was doing at the door of her room.

Abel glanced down at his room card.

88665。

It seemed to be right across from her.

Abel walked over and asked politely behind the woman, "Hello, is there anything you need me to help with?"

"Forehead ......"

The woman turned around and shook the room card in her hand helplessly, "It doesn't seem to be open, I don't know if it's malfunctioning." ”

"Can you give me a try?"

"Uh...... OK. Thank you. ”

"You're welcome. ”

Able took his key card from her fingertips, walked to the door of her room, and glanced at it.

Then I shook it with my key card.

"Drop"

The door to the 88666 presidential room was opened.

"Wow puppet!" the woman screamed incredulously behind her, and then said with some embarrassment, "It turned out to be here." I thought it was the red spot a little below, where the hotels on the French side are usually located. ”

"I just saw that you kept using it in the wrong place, so I came to help you. Abel smiled and returned the key card to her, looked at the woman's delicate and round chin, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "It seems that you are a Frenchman." Did you come here for a tour? Your English is a little bit non-standard. ”

"Uh...... Yes. The woman replied softly, "I think I'm right." In France, they are also very good at my English. ”

"Because that's France. In a country where French is the most beautiful language in the world, as long as you don't even speak ABC English, they will probably say that your English is good. Abel Dao.

"French is the most beautiful language in the world!" the woman emphasized, and then nodded helplessly, "But what you say makes sense." They praise me for being better than they are in English. But in front of real Americans, it can still be heard differently. ”

"There's nothing wrong with that. ”

"Thank you. Mr. Thank you for helping me. In French, it's Merci de votre aide, Monsieur."

"What nice words!" Abel exclaimed with a smile, then pointed to her back with sunglasses and a hat that covered most of her face, and whispered, "Miss Sophie Marceau?"

The woman moved.

Smile slightly.

Originally, the hat covered her long hair and half of her face, but I could feel that she must be very beautiful, amazingly beautiful! The huge black sunglasses made Able could only see the perfect arc of the corners of her mouth, revealing a sense of sexiness and laziness.

The black and white spring dress sets off her as if she is mysterious and pure, and the bow shape on her chest is ingeniously made, which contrasts with the butterfly-shaped necklace around her neck, this dress is fashionable and understated.

But now, she took off the sunglasses and hat on her face, and suddenly a delicate and white face like a porcelain doll was revealed.

The face was extremely beautiful and delicate, with a pair of large black-brown eyes, water-like eyes like a bottomless dry well, which was unforgettable, and the thick and black eyelashes were like the white wings of a winter bird, casting a haze on the white face. Underneath the nose are sexy thin lips.

This face is truly God's perfect masterpiece. The attractive long black and brown hair behind him was delicately tied into a hairpin and inlaid with a small black gemstone hair ornament. The rest of the body was scattered behind him, haphazardly tied up by a black lace headband. It looks noble and elegant without losing its elegance.

It's really Sophie Marceau.

The famous French kiss.

"Hey! I'm Sophie Marceau. After being recognized, the French kiss stretched out her hand generously, "I'm curious, Hollywood shouldn't show much of my movies." I'm a little bit famous here, but I'm not even well-known, right?"

"It just so happens that I'm one of the few fans of you in the United States!" Abel smiled and shook hands with her, only to feel that Sophie Marceau's little hands were smooth and skinny, but not devoid of delicacy.

Just shook his little hand like this, and Abel felt that this woman was really sexy. Her sexiness is not the kind of blatant and revealing Marilyn Monroe-style sexy, but a low-key girl-next-door sex appeal that makes people feel lazy and sexual.

She is known as the French kiss, and the woman whom all European men want to get into bed the most is not something that can be done by face alone.

Now she is about twenty-four or five years old, which is the peak of her appearance and figure among women.

Even if you dress so low-key.

It still makes Abel feel that she is exuding charm all over her body, and in the months since Abel was reborn, Sophie Marceau was the first woman who made him want to press the gun very quickly.

Because if you don't press the gun.

It's probably going to be a gaffe.

"Okay. I'm glad that there are people in the United States who like my movies, it seems that you are a lover of literary films? Sophie Marceau said with a smile.

"I love everything. ”

"Okay. ”

Sophie Marceau smiled approvingly, "So...... My American fan. It's getting late, I'm going back to my room to rest, goodbye. ”

"Goodbye. ”

Abel did not hold back.

That's too obvious.

Although at this moment, like those European men, he wanted to hug the French kiss to bed. Proving that the charm of this woman works not only in France, but all over the world.

"Thank you for your help! Goodbye, Bonne nuit."

"I understand this French. It seems to mean good night, and I will speak a few words of French. Among them is good night, thank you and hello. ”

"So......" Abel smiled, "Bonne nuit."

“Bonne nuit.” Sophie Marceau smiled, opened her door, and walked inside.

Abel smiled.

I also walked into my room.

After a casual stroll around the spacious and luxurious presidential suite, Abel finally lay on the bed for a while.

Go to the restroom to wash up.

After washing and changing clothes, he couldn't sleep a little, and it was only past eight o'clock in the evening. It was a little early to go to bed, so he simply went out of the room, ready to walk around before going to sleep.

It's just a coincidence.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw that the owner of the opposite room had just opened the door and came out.