In today's society, Huaxia has become the second most spoken language in the world, and is even called the most difficult language in the world by some foreigners, but Larson is very proficient in Huaxia language, maybe for business needs, or for the pursuit of Mojana, but these are not important, the important thing is that he understands Yan Murong's words - this man is insulting him.

Although France did not have a royal family after the beheading of the last emperor, Louis XVI, it did not mean that the royal family did not exist, but they were known in a different capacity. According to his identity, Larson is the prince and the future king, even if the royal family no longer exists, he still has noble blood flowing in his shares, so after being confronted by Yan Murong's words, Larsen's face suddenly fell.

"Mr. Yan, you have an old saying in China, which says that if you have friends from afar, you are very happy." Larsen looked at Yan Murong and said. "But what do you mean by insulting me?"

"Insulting you?" Yan Murong looked puzzled. "When did I insult you? Just now you said that you don't like the handshake ceremony, and you said that you touch everything, it's too dirty, and I didn't say anything. ”

"This—"

Larson couldn't argue for a moment, indeed, in a literal sense, that's exactly what he meant. However, what he wants to express is that he obviously doesn't want to shake hands with you.

"Oh, Mr. Larson, you must have misunderstood me." Yan Murong said with a smile on his face. "Maybe I'm also wrong, although I'm from Huaxia, but my friends all know that I haven't studied much, and I went out to study medicine at a young age, so sometimes my comprehension ability is a little problematic, don't you mind."

How could I not mind?

Larsson was secretly depressed in his heart, and he couldn't say it - this man had shamelessly exposed his own shortcomings, what else could he say?

"I misunderstood." Larson borrowed the slope to get off the donkey, and with a smile on his face, he took the initiative to stretch out his hand and said. "Although I felt that shaking hands was unhygienic, I suddenly remembered a saying, which is called following the local customs."

"Haha, yes, do as the locals do." Yan Murong laughed, and also stretched out his hand and held Larsen's hand.

However, when the hands of the two men were shaken together, they did not immediately separate, and the two of them shook hands and began to greet each other like old friends who had not seen each other for many years.

"Mr. Yan is a doctor, it's really enviable." Larsen's hand began to exert force, trying to give Yan Murong a first blow to the insult he had previously insulted.

"What's there to envy about this, it's not as good as you guys doing big business, drinking coffee and reading newspapers every day, and a lot of money is flying into your pocket, how good." Yan Murong sneered in his heart, comparing strength? He can kill an adult black bear with one punch, and he hasn't paid attention to Larson's thin skin and tender little white hands.

Feeling the opponent's force, Larsson's strength also began to increase. "Maybe it's because in our country, adults instill in children the idea that they will grow up to be lawyers or doctors -- because those two jobs can lift them out of poverty."

"I see." Yan Murong nodded abruptly, and the strength in his hand suddenly increased. "I said, Mr. Larson, let's just shake hands, why hold on? I heard that foreign countries are quite open, and if this continues, I'm afraid that others will think of the two of us as gays. ”

"I, uh-"

As soon as Larsen was about to speak, he felt another strong force from the other party's hand, but for the sake of face, he still held back the pain and did not scream, but his face became more and more red.

"Hey, Mr. Larsen, isn't your France the capital of Langman, when did it become the capital of passion?" Yan Murong looked puzzled, but the strength in his hand became bigger and bigger. "Let it go, it's not good."

"Hey, it's enough, you can't do this, I'm not interested in men."

"Oh, what's the matter with you, let it go."

Larsen was about to cry, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't use any strength, and the bones of his hand hurt as if he had been pinched and deformed—but the bastard was still the first to complain that he was holding his hand.

"Oh, you're so enthusiastic, I can't stand it, I can't stand it." Yan Murong saw that it was almost over, so he stopped making trouble, and seemed to withdraw his hand vigorously, pulled Yan Minghua up, nodded at Mo Jiana, and said. "Your friend is so enthusiastic, I can't accept the enthusiasm, I'll go over there first to find something to eat, and we'll talk later."

After speaking, without looking at Larson's suffocated red face and almost cannibalistic eyes, he pulled Yan Minghua and went straight to the table.

"If it hurts, just call it out, there's no shame." Morgana looked at Larsson coldly, dropped a word, and turned to leave. Only Larsen, who had a gloomy face, was left standing in place, and the hand that had just shaken with Yan Murong was also hidden behind him, trembling disobediently.

He admits that he miscalculated this time.

He has been practicing taekwondo since he was a child, and it has been more than 20 years now, and he is also well-known in the French taekwondo world, and his hand strength is naturally not much worse, but when Yan Murong began to exert his strength, he felt that the other party's strength was like a majestic sea, and he could never see the edge. He wanted to cry out in pain, for fear of losing face, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but the other party's hand was like an iron tong, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it out. can only eat this loss before his eyes.

How else to say that this guy is a member of the royal family, he suffered such a big loss, but he didn't say a word of cruelty, this cultivation kung fu is really good. It's just that in those originally heroic eyes, there was a little more cold killing intent-

"Is the hand of the little white face of Europe slippery?" Yan Minghua took two glasses of wine from the waiter's tray, handed Yan Murong a glass, and asked with a smile.

"Well, it's slippery." Yan Murong nodded seriously. "This thing is said to be a member of the royal family, and I guess I usually wash my hands with milk."

"You." Yan Minghua chuckled and nodded Yan Murong's head. "I knew you wouldn't be able to live in peace, you see, just came and provoked a member of the royal family - what? Interesting to that Morgana? If it's interesting, just go up, wait for a few more drinks, take it upstairs and push it down directly, Europeans are very open, they don't care about these things, only your length can fill her depth. ”

“――”

Yan Murong was speechless for a while, thinking to herself, this woman is a female hooligan who has escaped from life, and she is also the kind of cultured female hooligan.

At this moment, there was a noisy sound at the gate of the banquet hall, and when I looked for prestige, I saw a big-bellied man with a big back and gold-rimmed glasses walking in, accompanied by Li Jianhua.

PS: It's finally done before 12 o'clock.,I can't afford to hurt if I don't save the manuscript.,Ask for flowers.。