Jung Sung-hyun, who is far away in London, doesn't know that there are girls in South Korea thousands of miles away who are gnashing their teeth at themselves. He was exhausted from 10 hours of flying, so he slept soundly.

The local arrangement is the famous Langham Hotel in London, which is a nearly 150-year-old hotel. The Langham, London is a member of LeadingHotelsoftheWorld.

The hotel's elegant and classical architectural design, equipped with state-of-the-art technology to meet the needs of guests, cleverly combines the classical and the modern, coupled with the attentive service, making The Langham Hotel stand out among the luxury hotels in London.

The high-end decoration and excellent service bring the same 'high-end' price, which is arranged here to show the importance that London Guildhall attaches to Cheng Sung-hsien.

Zheng Chengxian woke up in the dim light, habitually took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and staggered to the bathroom. After solving the physiological hygiene, he unscrewed the shower, and his activities made the quiet room have various sounds, and the lights in the room gradually brightened.

After washing, wrap yourself in a bath towel and open the curtains, and the gray sky comes into view. London is worthy of being the fog capital, late autumn and early winter is the season of haze, and the last time I came with Li Juli, the climate was relatively hot and I didn't experience it.

Pushing open the window, a chill came to his face, and the cold air poured into the room like a tidal wave of various noises, and Zheng Chengxian couldn't help but tighten the bathrobe on his body. Visibility is low, with only the tops of individual buildings looming in the fog.

I really don't know how the British live in such a ghostly weather! Jung Sung-hyun muttered, closed the window, and retracted into the warm bed.

The phone rang suddenly, and it was extremely harsh in the quiet room, and Zheng Chengxian was startled.

When I picked up the phone, I saw that the number was unfamiliar: "Hello! ”

"Mr. Zheng, I'm Hill, who was in charge of reception yesterday."

"Have you arrived? Then I'll go down right away," Zheng Chengxian lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

"I'm really sorry Mr. Zheng, I called to tell you that the fog is too big today, and I want to postpone it for safety reasons," Hill said apologetically.

Safe? Zheng Chengxian looked at the gray city outside in confusion and felt puzzled.

"When is it going to be postponed?" Suppressing the unhappiness in his heart, he asked in a low voice.

"I'm afraid I'll have to wait until the fog clears," Hill's voice paused and then apologized, "I'm sorry for delaying your time, and I ask for your understanding."

They called me all the way over. If you say that it will be postponed, you won't even see anyone, and if I can understand, there will be ghosts!

Jung Sung-hyun hung up the phone hatefully.

Looking at the gray sky outside, Zheng Chengxian was at a loss, why could he go if he was not familiar with life in London? Sleeping in a hotel?

Angry is angry. Of course, he wasn't going to leave, but staying in a hotel was boring.

I was thinking about whether to find a lampshade to put on my head and pretend to be a mushroom and take a photo to entertain myself, when there was a knock on the door.

Zheng Chengxian opened the door suspiciously, only to feel that his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but secretly cheer.

Outside the door stood a woman who gave people a high-five. is half a head taller than Jung Sung-hyun. Slender waist, a straight and slender calf under a moon-white deep V chiffon dress, and a pair of tall brown leather boots.

The dazzling bright blonde long hair is coiled at the back of the head, leaving only a strand of hair to hang playfully in front of the forehead, the facial features are full of three-dimensional like sculptures, and the chest is high and bulging as if it is about to explode. She carried a beige women's bag on her shoulder, and her hands were crossed in front of her lower abdomen, and her thick burgundy coat hung in the crook of her arm.

The woman was about 20 years old, standing there with a sense of sensuality in intellectual elegance, and saw Jung Sung-hyun with a perfect smile.

"Are you—" After a short period of distraction, Zheng Chengxian asked uncertainly, from the woman's dress and temperament. He doesn't think crookedly.

"Hello Mr. Zheng, I'm Catherine," the woman generously stretched out a hand.

Zheng Chengxian reached out and shook her twice, his fingers slender and soft: "You know me?" ”

"Of course I know, who doesn't know the famous writer Mr. Zheng! Won't you invite me in and sit down? Catherine smiled kindly, and said without any surprise.

Jung Sung-hyun hurriedly dodged out of the way, and Catherine nodded and smiled and walked into the room.

"I am the secretary of the external office of the London City Hall, and I am sorry for the delay of Mr. Zheng's time because of the fog this time. So let me apologize to you and invite you to visit London" Catherine explained her intentions without too much nonsense, straight to the point.

Zheng Chengxian's bad mood disappeared all of a sudden, and he arranged a beautiful woman to play with him with delicious food and drink. I said in my heart that the British would be a man.

"That's embarrassing, it's too much trouble for you!" Happy is happy, the scene still has to be said.

"We are sorry that Mr. Cheng came to the UK in his busy schedule. But due to our negligence, we have delayed your time, please forgive me! Catherine's words were polite, and her smile was perfect, and she knew that it was fake, and she couldn't give birth to a trace of disgust.

"I wonder if Mr. Zheng plans to continue to rest? Or do we go out for a walk together? ”

"Please wait for me, I'll go change my clothes," Zheng Chengxian said and hurried back to his room.

Europeans and Americans have thicker skeletons, and Catherine is taller. When he spoke, his eyes were slightly downward, which made Jung Sung-hyun feel pressured. Hearing her ask, I wish I could flee the slightly embarrassing scene.

Catherine smiled disapprovingly, and turned her head to look at the hotel's facilities, which she didn't have a chance to try with her salary, so she was quite curious.

"Do you get so foggy in London all the time? Isn't that a normal life very inconvenient" The bedroom door was not closed, and the voice of Zheng Chengxian's chatter came out.

"It's rare for us to see such a big one, so Mr. Mayor decided to postpone it, after all, the danger factor is greatly increased now when you can't see anything clearly. You're a valued guest, and if you get hurt, we won't be able to explain it to the world's book lovers," Catherine stared at an oil painting on the wall with relish, her seemingly casual words with sincerity.

"Where are we going?" Zheng Chengxian came out of the room and hurriedly fiddled with his tie, he never played with this kind of thing, he only felt that getting a rope around his neck was indescribably frustrating and awkward, but Catherine was not good at wearing it too casually.

Catherine smiled and stepped forward to take the tie naturally, skillfully tying a small knot and tightening: "Actually, I have one more thing"

Zheng Chengxian tilted his head slightly, let Catherine fiddle with his cheeks a little hot: "What's the matter?" ”

"My husband is an artist at Madame Tussauds and he knows you've come to make a wax figure for you! Since there are no attractions to visit on foggy days, why don't I invite you to visit? ”

"Huh? Give it to me?" Jung Sung-hyun asked in disbelief.

Madame Tussauds's daimyo knew it even in a remote town, not to mention that he had visited the wax museum last time and was impressed by the lifelike wax figures there, but he thought that only the daimyo were qualified to make statues there, so he never thought that one day it would be his turn. (To be continued.) )