Hearing this voice, Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, and then his brows furrowed.

Is this a foreign acquaintance? Yan Murong thought, it shouldn't be counted, he has only met Larson Capet twice, and both of them are not so pleasant, he didn't expect that this guy would return to France so soon, and he met him here.

Yan Murong turned around, with a smile on his face, and looked at Larson Capet and said. "I almost forgot that this was your hometown - don't tell me this hotel is yours too?"

"Sort of." Larson Capet said with a smile, and beside him, there was a handsome young man, who seemed to be somewhat similar to Morgana.

"This hotel also has a stake in our family." Larson Capet smiled faintly and pointed to the person who was following him. "I'll introduce you, this is Morgana's younger brother, Vincent."

"I'm more concerned about whether I can stay here for free since this hotel has a stake in your family?" Yan Murong glanced at Vincent and said with a smile. "I was going to pay out of my own pocket to live in the presidential suite, but it seems that I was lucky."

"Of course." Larson Capet laughed too. "Although we are not friends yet, in your Huaxia words, we are called guests from afar - you are a guest, I am the master, of course I will entertain you."

"Thank you then." Yan Murong didn't say a word, and took back the bank card he had just taken out. To be able to live for free, of course he would not choose to spend his own money.

"You're welcome." Larson Capet nodded and asked. "What is Mr. Yan going to do when he comes to France?"

Preparing to cut the root of your wall, Yan Murong thought evilly in his heart, but said. "It's nothing important, come to Mojana to talk about cooperation, and by the way, get a taste of French customs - I heard that there is a lot of shit on the Champs-Élysées, is it true?"

"Probably." Larson Capet smiled, not wanting to continue the topic with Yan Murong, so he changed the conversation and said. "Since you're here, you're a guest, and I'll be throwing a party at home in the evening to celebrate Vincent's eighteenth birthday and welcome you."

This guy is only eighteen years old? Yan Murong looked curiously at Vincent, who had not spoken.

This guy is a typical European look. White skin, blonde hair, oh, it's just a little anxious, if it weren't for Larson Cape's introduction, Yan Murong would have thought he was Mo Jiana's brother. But this guy is also quite handsome, not a cream boy, but also a masculine man.

"That's good." Yan Murong said with a smile. "There's free food and drink, I'll definitely go."

"Then I'll send a car to pick you up at night?" Larson Capet asked.

"No, you don't." Yan Murong shook his head. "It was Mojana who invited me here, how can I trouble you to receive it?"

"It's not a hassle at all." Larson Capet insisted. "Mojana is my fiancée, and it doesn't matter if her friends are received by me."

"Oh?" Yan Murong showed a surprised expression, looked at Larson Capet and said. "You're the fiancé Mojana said made people want to vomit when they saw it?"

Hearing Yan Murong's words, the smile on Larson Cape's face suddenly disappeared, and his face became a little gloomy.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Yan Murong hurriedly apologized. "Larson, oh, it's okay for me to call you Larson, right? Actually, I didn't mean to scold you just now, but that's what Mojana told me - at first I was thinking about how ugly this man must be to make her want to vomit when she looks at it, and now that I know that you are her fiancé, I think she lied to me. ”

“――”

Larson Capet was so angry that he was about to vomit blood, but he couldn't refute a word.

This guy can really pretend, Larson thought angrily, what do you mean by not knowing that I am her fiancé? This is obviously a change of law to scold himself, and then put the blame on Mojana, so that even if she wants to lose her temper, she can't do it.

The meaning of Yan Murong's words is very clear, that is, to tell Larsen, this is not what I said, you are actually very handsome, it was Mo Jiana's girl who lied to me. So, if you want to get angry, go find your fiancée.

"Wanxin, do you think Larson is handsome?" Without waiting for Larson to speak, Yan Murong smiled and asked Song Wanxin, who had been standing next to him watching the excitement. "I'm telling you, their family used to be royal, you know? Although there is no royal family in France now, he wants to put it aside, which is equivalent to our past prince, the family is very rich, you see, this hotel is theirs. Their home is in France -- well, now it's the kind of rich people. You say, how can such a handsome and rich good man be the kind of person who wants to vomit when he sees it? ”

"Mr. Larson is indeed handsome."

Song Wanxin didn't have so many eyes, she just thought that these two were friends, but she didn't know that the two were fighting each other here, smiled at Larsen, and unknowingly made up for him.

Hearing Song Wanxin's words, and seeing her serious look again, Yan Murong almost laughed, and the expression on Larsen's face was even more ugly.

"Really? I also think he's pretty handsome. Yan Murong stabbed him again.

"Yes, Mr. Larson is handsome." Song Wanxin took the knife in Yan Murong's hand with a serious face and made up for it again.

Larson felt that his eyes were jumping so much, and if he stayed here, he was afraid that he would be squirted blood on the spot by this man and woman who were angry at singing and drinking.

So, Larson spoke. "Mr. Yan, then it's decided, I have something to do now, I'll leave first, and I'll send a car to pick you up in the evening."

"No, I really don't need you to take it." Yan Murong shook his head again and again. "I have a good relationship with Mojana, just give her a call and she'll come to me."

"Okay, I'll take my leave." Larsen no longer argued, he just wanted to make Yan Murong disappear from his eyes as soon as possible - or he would disappear from Yan Murong's eyes.

"Okay, you're busy, don't worry about me." Yan Murong waved his hand and asked again. "By the way, is this presidential suite really free?"

"Yes, it's free." Larsson responded, pulled Lavencent, turned and walked out, he didn't want to stay here for a second.

"Hey, do I need to prepare any birthday presents?" Looking at Larsen's back, Yan Murong asked loudly, but in exchange for Larsen's accelerated pace.

"It's rude." Yan Murong said angrily, suddenly, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he shouted at Larsen's back. "Larson, seriously, you're really handsome."

As a result, Larsson's pace was faster.