A Boeing 777 landed on the runway of Charles de Gaulle, named after the former leader of France, with a loud engine sound, and waited until the plane entered the tarmac and came to a stop, the cabin doors opened and passengers began to step off the plane one after another.

"My back hurts when I sit on a plane." Yan Murong was wearing a casual sportswear, stretching her waist while complaining, looking at Song Wanxin, who was standing on the side with a pale face, and said with a smile. "Isn't it, even if it's the first time you're flying, you don't have to feel like this, right?"

"I- I'm just a little scared." Song Wanxin stroked her chest with one hand and said. "Especially during take-off and landing, it was too bumpy, and I was afraid that it would fall."

"It's good you didn't say it on the plane." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Otherwise, you'll be beaten to death."

"But I'm just scared." Song Wanxin excused herself and asked. "Mr. Yan, where are we going now?"

"Of course, I found a place to eat and catch up on my sleep." Yan Murong smiled and said. "I don't know any French, it's up to you."

"No problem." Song Wan responded crisply.

After the fifteenth year in Yanjing, Yan Murong took Song Wanxin to board the plane to Paris, originally Yan Minghua meant to let him take her private jet, but when he met Yan Murong, the master who has always sacrificed his life and money, he finally chose to take the airline's plane.

Paris is the capital and largest city of France, the political, economic, cultural and commercial center of France, and the fourth largest international metropolis in the world after New York, London and Tokyo. In its development since the Middle Ages, Paris has retained the imprint of the past, and even the layout of some of the oldest streets has retained its original style. Compared with countries like China, which only know how to tear down the old and build a new one, the French attach great importance to history and cultural relics.

It is also known as the most Langman city - of course, the French are also a Langman race, and some wives even choose to cheat because they can't get their husband's Langman. However, they can't use the word cheating here, but look for Lang Man. In the same way, the wife's infidelity, in the eyes of the French, is not the fault of the wife, but the fault of the man, because he does not understand Lang Man, in the eyes of the French, no Lang Man is like no turkey on Christmas Eve and no pumpkin on Halloween.

"There are a lot of foreigners."

Standing at the gate of the airport, Yan Murong couldn't help but sigh.

"Poof." Song Wanxin couldn't help laughing, her delicate little face was a little more bloody than when she just got off the plane. "Mr. Yan, here, it seems that we are foreigners, right?"

"I'm just talking about it." Yan Murong smiled a little embarrassedly. This is the first time to go abroad - oh, of course, the island country does not count, it also belongs to Asia, and the island people are also yellow-skinned and black-haired, if it weren't for their shorter stature, there is really not much difference from the Chinese.

Yan Murong didn't bring any salutes, but Song Wanxin brought a handbag, and the two of them were a little tired from the plane, so they directly got into the taxi parked at the airport gate to pick up passengers.

"Ask the driver, what's the best hotel here?" Yan Murong said.

"Okay." Song Wanxin responded, and chatted with the middle-aged French uncle who was driving, and the smooth French made Yan Murong's tongue feel a little knotted, and he didn't understand a word, but I have to admit that French is indeed very good.

"Sofitel." After a while, Song Wanxin looked at Yan Murong and said. "This hotel is only twenty-five kilometers from the airport and less than eight kilometers from the city center, so it's a great place to visit. However, it is a 5 star hotel and the price is very expensive. ”

Song Wanxin's tone was slightly excited, although her French language was no different from that of the local natives, but it was the same as Yan Murong when she came to France, it was the first time, and as for staying in this kind of five-star hotel, it was the first time among the first.

"That's it." Yan Murong smiled and nodded. "Money isn't a problem, isn't there anyone to reimburse it?"

Seeing that Yan Murong nodded in agreement, Song Wanxin quickly talked to the driver's uncle, and then, the two chatted about you and me one by one, and Yan Murong sighed in his heart-it turned out that it was not only Yanjing's brother Nengkan, but also France's brother. What is depressing is that his hearing is obviously good, but at this time he is not much different from a deaf person.

I have to say that the taxi driver in France is very good, he does not speed or detour along the way, and it took almost half an hour to reach his destination.

When he came to France this time, Yan Murong didn't bring anyone else, and there was only one Song Wanxin who was responsible for acting as an interpreter for him-of course, Little Snake and Yang Duo would still follow, but they usually didn't show up, but were just responsible for protecting him in the dark.

As soon as the taxi stopped at the door of the hotel, a waiter in a red uniform immediately came over, respectfully opened the door to welcome the two of them out of the car, and took the initiative to take the bag in Song Wanxin's hand, which had to make people sigh that the service was warm enough.

After coming to the front desk, Song Wanxin was a little embarrassed, the decoration here was meticulous and luxurious, and the price was absolutely expensive, for a while, Song Wanxin was a little hesitant, whether to open one room or two rooms.

After hesitating for a long time, she looked at Yan Murong and asked. "Mr. Yan, how many rooms shall we open?"

"Let's open one." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Ask if there's a presidential suite here."

"Huh? Presidential Suite? Song Wanxin looked at Yan Murong with a surprised expression. Do you really want a presidential suite? Too expensive, right? ”

Yan Murong doesn't understand French, Song Wan can't understand it anymore, the hotel brochure placed at the front desk reads, there is a presidential suite, and the price is expensive, it costs 3,500 euros for a day, and the synthetic Huaxia currency is 35,000 yuan, according to her now that she has become Yan Murong's secretary, she has a salary of more than 20,000 yuan a month, and she can only open an hourly room, which is not enough for one day.

"The presidential suite costs 3,500 euros a day." Song Wanxin reminded.

"It's a bit expensive, but it's okay, I just want one." Yan Murong nodded, a little painful, and thought to herself, this time I have to let Mo Jiana's woman reimburse her, how to say that this is also her territory, and she is here to help her, what food, clothing, housing, food, drink, and entertainment should be all covered by her.

In the spirit of eating big households, Yan Murong resolutely chose the presidential suite.

"Mr. Yan? Is that you? ”

Just as the two of them took out their passports to register, and Yan Murong was about to swipe the card to pay the money, a slightly surprised voice came from behind.

PS: Thank you yjh188 for the VIP ticket, I haven't seen the meat for months. By the way, I don't have to go to the hospital from tomorrow, but the doctor still told me to rest more, and there are still two shifts in the past two days, and after two days I bought the notebook back, and it began to break out. In addition, some people say that I copied this book, well, I don't defend it, I just want to say, if I plagiarized, this book would have been harmonious, more than 1.6 million words, every word, every punctuation mark is I typed out one key at a time, no less than six hours a day, sometimes even 8 to 10 hours, I have to write the outline of the chapter with a pen in the notebook before moving the keyboard for each chapter, who do I copy? I've been writing for a year, and I'm sick every day, and the manuscript fee for a year is not enough for me to fill in the hospital. I have a clear conscience, I only code words for myself, but also for the friends who support me. (A bit of nonsense, just a little angry, these words don't count as money.) ）