Paris is exceptionally quiet in the early morning, which may also have something to do with the hotel's soundproofing. But Yan Murong was quarreled by a phone call.

The number displayed on the phone was a local number in Paris, and after picking up the phone, Yan Murong also had a slight difference in the person who called.

Half an hour has passed after getting up, dressing, and tidying up decently. Without waking up Song Wanxin, who was sleeping next door, Yan Murong took the elevator alone to the restaurant on the first floor of the hotel.

When he walked into the restaurant, there were already many people in the restaurant eating breakfast and drinking coffee, and when he looked around, he saw Larson sitting at a table in the corner, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper.

Seeing Yan Murong coming over, Larsen didn't mean to get up, but just nodded and motioned for him to sit down before speaking. "It seems that Mr. Yan doesn't seem to pay much attention to the issue of time."

"A matter of timing?" Yan Murong looked at the watch on Larson's wrist, raised his hand and shook his bare wrist, and said. "I'm sorry, I'm a doctor and I can't afford your watch, so I've always looked at the sun."

"Huh." Larson chuckled softly, not wanting to entangle with Yan Murong on this issue. This guy is obviously just trying to keep himself waiting for him. He beckoned to the waiter, and two sandwiches and milk glasses were served.

"I'm hungry indeed." Yan Murong grinned, threw the forks and knives on both sides of the plate aside, reached out and grabbed the sandwich, swallowed it in two or three bites, and then drank the milk in the quilt in one gulp, and then looked at Larsen, who was still cutting sandwiches with a knife and fork, and said. "What do you mean by calling me down early in the morning? ――The person who followed us last night was your man, right? Why, you came here early in the morning to demonstrate? Why didn't you do it last night? ”

"I didn't mean that."

With a long-term aristocratic upbringing, Larsen did not have the habit of talking while eating, and when he heard Yan Murong speak, he simply put down the knife and fork in his hand, looked at Yan Murong and said. "I'm just telling you that this is France, not China - here, I have the ability to know everything I want to know, and the ability to make the people I want to disappear."

"I see." Yan Murong smiled. "It's like your dog who always defecates on the Champs-Élysées - are you asserting sovereignty over me?"

"It's not funny." Larson shook his head calmly, as if he hadn't heard Yan Murong's insulting words. "Yesterday we had some unpleasant things, and today I came to say sorry to you and then talk about business."

"Talking about business? What kind of business to talk about? Yan Murong asked knowingly. I'm just a doctor, what business are you looking for me? ”

"The business of solar cars." Larsen didn't want to go around in circles with Yan Murong, so he said bluntly. "When I was in Huaxia, the conditions I offered were indeed a little inappropriate, so I would like to talk to you again, hoping that we can reach a cooperation this time - of course, I know that this project also has the participation of Huayuan Group, so I have contacted your wife last night, Ms. Su Qingwu, her plane will arrive in Paris this evening, perhaps, I can invite the two of you to have dinner."

Yan Murong's heart slammed, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Are you threatening me?"

"No, you're mistaken." Larsson shook his head and said. "Mr. Yan, I think you did misunderstand me, I invited Miss Su Qingwu to Paris, not to threaten you anything, but to exchange our interests with each other, and then achieve a win-win situation."

"With your elbow turned in, do you think we're going to win?" Yan Murong asked rhetorically.

"Maybe it's time for us to change the situation." Larson laughed and said. "You must already know the status of our Capet family in France, so why don't you choose to cooperate with our Capet family? - What Mojana can give you, I can give you, and you will have a stronger partner. You know, women are always weak. ”

"What can you give me?" Yan Murong asked.

"There's no rush to this." Larson stood up and said with a smile. "When your lady arrives in the evening, I will pick her up at the Paris Hotel, and at that time, how about we talk about the conditions again?"

"It's okay, if it's okay, I'll go back to sleep first." Yan Murong also stood up, grabbed the paper towel on the dining table and wiped his mouth, turned around and walked outside the restaurant-

In the evening, a Gulfstream luxury business jet slowly landed on the runway of the airport, after the plane stopped, the cabin door opened, first two flight attendants walked down, and then, Su Qingwu, who was dressed in a casual suit, walked out.

"You shouldn't have come." Yan Murong won and looked at Su Qingwu and said.

"I'm here to see if you're doing anything behind my back with your female secretary that you shouldn't do." Su Qingwu chuckled, took the initiative to hold Yan Murong's arm, and said. "Don't worry, it's just a business negotiation."

Yan Murong didn't listen to the latter sentence at all, and his heart was already in a cold sweat.

How can a woman's intuition be so accurate? But fortunately, he only lived in a room with Song Wanxin, not a bed. What made Yan Murong feel even more fortunate was that after meeting Larson, the first thing he did was to open another room for Song Wanxin - of course, the room was still the presidential suite, but Yan Murong didn't spend a penny in the name of Larson's "friend".

Su Qingwu's entourage was not much, except for the crew members, there were only four bodyguards who followed her. After coming to the hotel, Su Qingwu stayed in Yan Murong's room, and the bodyguard opened a room in the suite downstairs, and there were two people standing at the door of Yan Murong's room every time to ensure the safety of the two.

Husband and wife meet, and do things with buttocks to think and know.

After a hearty friendly match, Yan Murong sat up naked, grabbed the mobile phone on the bedside table and looked at the time, then opened the drawer, took out a medicine bottle from it, poured out four small brown pills, handed it to Su Qingwu, and said. "Wait a minute, divide these four pills among your four bodyguards."

"What kind of medicine is this?" Su Qingwu asked strangely. "What are you going to do?"

"Nothing." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Trust me, it's not bad for them, I'll explain the situation to them when you give it to them—it's just that they'll need to disappear for a while."