"What?!" Wesley was shocked, and he blurted out, the words in the air frightening to disappear. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"You are too gullible to your own feelings, this is still the thinking of ordinary people, you have wings that others do not have, when you fly in the air, are you just flying for the sake of flying? Don't you have the bosom of looking down on everything and letting all things be in your eyes? Monsieur Theor opened his mouth to criticize.

"Uncle, you are right in your criticism!" Wesley bowed his head, he regretted his rash mistake, what a big deal it would have to delay!

"You go to Paris, find him, and find out what the hell is going on?" Mister Theo winked his eyes and used his mind to control the words in his head, causing them to float in front of Wesley.

"Yes, uncle!" After Wesley's last words floated, Mr. Theo shook his black robe and said, "Go back!" ”

All the letters huddled together in order cleared and vanished, and Wesley disappeared into the night through the closed windows.

Wesley originally wanted to go to Paris alone, but he really didn't worry about Feng Wanying, mainly because the longing great-grandmother would come out again at some point, and it happened that Wanying should also go to see an obstetrician and gynecologist, so they returned to the Ritz Hotel together.

"Oh sir and madam, you're back?!" The old manager of the lobby, who combed his silver hair meticulously and wore gold-rimmed glasses, greeted him warmly.

"Mr. Hawke, are you all right?" Feng Wanying responded politely.

"Thanks to Mrs. To, I'm fine! Your room is still there! ”

"Could you please give me a cleaner room, I haven't been here for so long because I can't stand the endless number of visitors!"

"Oh, okay, okay, if Madame doesn't want to see visitors, you can also explain to the front desk, we will ensure that Mr. and Madame have a quiet environment!"

The people who come to the Ritz Hotel are either expensive or rich, and the men and women who live there are not idle people at first glance, especially this noble lady who is like a star every time she goes in and out, how dare the old manager slack off! And Liz has always put the privacy of these celebrities, dignitaries and aristocrats first, otherwise there would be so many prominent people who regard Riz as their home.

Feng Wanying could have changed hotels, since the helicopter accident, she didn't want to bump into acquaintances and cause trouble for the time being, but she couldn't get used to staying in other places, so she still returned to Liz.

The old manager specially arranged for the front desk to change the floor and large suite for these two distinguished guests, and repeatedly told the front desk not to let visitors disturb the guests!

Wesley and Feng Wanying lived with peace of mind, of course, Feng Wanying didn't know the real purpose of Wesley's coming to Paris, she thought Wesley really accompanied her to Paris for prenatal checkups.

This pair of men and women appreciate each other but have their own hidden intentions, and the gathering of similar things may be a good interpretation of them.

Wesley continued to find all kinds of jerky and difficult books under Feng Wanying's nose and looked at them tirelessly, Feng Wanying knew that this Earl was a lover of books, which was also one of the things she liked about him, so this time she didn't think much about other places.

In fact, Wesley took the time to find a book as an excuse to appease Feng Wanying to rest in his room, while he shuttled through the dotted subway stations in Paris to find the informant.

Ten years ago, at the suggestion of his uncle, Wesley began to cultivate "pigeons" to find treasures for him, and these informants called pigeons brought a lot of useful information around the world, in view of which he made a lot of money in his collection, of course, money was not his main concern, he and Mr. Theo wanted to use the informant's footsteps to find clues to Longper.

At that time, he met a teenager in a subway station in Paris.

The snow was heavy that winter, and it was falling non-stop, so as not to interfere with the people rushing to catch the subway, snow plows and snow sweepers worked non-stop.

No one wants to stop and relax in such weather, and although the road is slippery, people are angry and try to hurry up as soon as possible.

Wesley also hurried to visit a scientist living in Paris, who claimed to have invented a brain chip that could be implanted in a person's brain, so that the person's brain information could be networked with a special computer for real human-computer interaction.

However, the scientist regretted that it was difficult for him to find a test subject to actually help him with his final experiment, because no one wanted him to implant a chip in his brain!

Wesley was very excited when he saw the news, although he promised a lot of money to those informants, but if someone offered a higher price, some informants would abandon him or simply betray him, which made Wesley, who had invested a lot of money in the online people in the early stage, lose a lot.

These losses were a wake-up call to him, if the informants did find Longpo, would they be willing to hand them over? The answer is "No!" No！！ "There will not be a fool in this world who will give Longpo to others, with Longpo there is everything!

So when he saw this news, his eyes lit up, if he wanted to invest in his disciples as an informant to get a good return, then he had to accept the implantation of chips in his brain, so that he could control them!

More than a dozen escalators crisscross the subway station, and under the bright incandescent lights, those escalators glow with metal, inheriting the glory of the Industrial Revolution.

Going underground, Wesley heard a buzz of ukulele, a small instrument that doesn't sound loud but has a tunnel resonance in a subway station, so it's also clear and pleasant.

By a wall of people, an Asian teenager in a single coat struggled to restrain his shivering and play the ukulele as well as he could.

But even if the Parisian had a literary and artistic heart, no one wanted to stop and listen to it on such a day, and then throw a few dollars into the box in front of him.

On such days, the other singers went home early, and the homeless man was huddled in the deepest part of the tunnel, and this exotic boy with a yellow face that still could not hide his handsome features must have encountered difficulties.

Sure enough, Wesley looked into the small cardboard box in front of him, and there was not a single copper plate!

Seeing a gentleman willing to stop and listen, the boy played even harder, and although it was cold, his music was full of tropical flavor.

Before the song was finished, the boy couldn't hold it anymore, and although there was a wall behind him, he still slowly fell.

Wesley called an ambulance, and the doctor told Wesley that the boy was only malnourished and starving, and that he would recover when he refueled.

Eventually, Wesley took him in, found him a place to live, and provided him with food and drink.