Chapter 778, the killer becomes a love saint!

Isha is the host and reporter of the Swedish commercial television station City News, which focuses on people's lives and collects the hot information of the day.

Because the content of the program is closely related to people's lives, most of the programs are really happening around people, so its ratings are very high, and a variety show at 8 o'clock in the evening are the two most watched programs in Sweden.

It is for this reason that Isa's appearance rate is very high, and she is a host that the Swedish people are very familiar with and love.

As before, after each recording of the show, Isha would run to the café across from the TV station and order a dessert. The tiramisu here is very much to her liking.

As soon as she sat down, a handsome male waiter stepped forward, greeted Isha with a smile, and said, "Miss Isa, is it the same as before?" Or do you want to change the taste? ”

"Same as before." Isha said with a smile. Jin Sè's long hair, turquoise eyes, white and somewhat dazzling skin and well-maintained face deserve to be the TV station's flower.

It is said that two-thirds of all men in Sweden regard it as an object of fantasy, and the other third have not seen her show.

Pulling out a book from the bag he was carrying, he was about to pass the leisurely time of the afternoon, when he noticed a man sitting opposite him.

She looked up and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Blonde hair as dazzling as the sun, blue eyes like bottomless seawater, slender eyelashes, thin lips, and a gentle and seductive smile on handsome cheeks.

"He's smiling at himself." Isa's heart trembled, and she had a very special feeling. She has been in contact with countless handsome guys, and their TV station is a concentration camp for handsome guys and beauties, but she just thinks this man is very special.

"In order to show the reserved you deserve, you should say something to him." Isha was a little intoxicated, so she said to the man opposite, "Sir, I'm sorry, but someone is sitting in this position." ”

"Is it God?" The man didn't mean to stand up and leave, but asked with a serious face.

"What?" Isha looked at him with a confused expression. Such an attractive and tasteful man can't be a madman, right?

"If you see that it is God sitting here, I will leave. If not, I sit here on behalf of God. The man said solemnly.

"I don't see God." Isha said frankly.

"That's good." The man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. "Miss, do you believe in God?"

"I'm sorry. I don't believe it. Isha said.

The man seemed to hear something incredible, and said angrily, "God has given you food, clothing, joy and health, how can you not trust God?" ”

Isha smiled and said, "My food and clothing are earned by my own hard work, and my joy and health are obtained by keeping my mind at peace. What does this have to do with God? ”

"It has a lot to do with it." Men argue with reason. "You think you can have food and clothing as long as you work hard? Do you think peace of mind leads to joy and health? In that case, why are there people who work hard but are fired by the company? What about those who exercise every day and who suffer from serious diseases? ”

Isha didn't expect this man to be able to come up with such a fallacy, and he was really blocked by him at once.

"My lord said, 'Wake yelly. Do not let the flesh and wine and the worries of life numb your hearts, lest the rì come upon you suddenly. For it is like a snare that will come upon all the people of the world. Be awake and pray continually, that you may have the strength to endure all that is to come, that you may stand before the Son of Man. Miss, you have beauty and health, how can you not wake up? You have a fortune and a career, how can you not pray? ”

Isha looked at the fanatical Catholic believer with a little headache and said, "Sir, are you here to persuade people to become religious?" If that's the case, I'm sorry to disappoint you. ”

"Miss, are you really not thinking about it anymore?" The man said very sincerely.

"Yes." Isha said. Because she followed her mother and had her own beliefs, she was reluctant to accept other people's beliefs.

"I'm sorry I can't accept a woman as beautiful as you as our believer." When the man spoke, his handsome face was really full of regret.

Seeing his suddenly depressed mood, Isha couldn't bear it, and said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry." I already had my own beliefs - it would be disrespectful to the gods if I believed in two gods at the same time. ”

"I can understand." The man nodded. He looked into Isha's eyes affectionately and said, "I have one more question for you to answer." ”

"What?" Isa's body seemed to melt away from his fiery eyes, and she said with a shy expression.

As a famous host of a TV station, what kind of man she has never seen and what kind of scene she has never experienced, but the man she met today - why did it seem like he suddenly ran into her heart?

You must be happy to do that kind of thing with him, right?

Thinking of this question, she couldn't help but clamp* the legs wrapped in the silver sè skirt.

"Can you be my wife?" The man said without being shocked.

Isa's mouth opened wide. Is this guy really a believer in God? Or is he just a guy who goes around hooking up with women under the guise of God?

"I was thinking, since I can't influence a beautiful woman like you to become a citizen of God, I must persuade you to become my wife—"

The man snapped his fingers, and the waiter immediately brought a handful of roses that they had prepared a long time ago.

“――――”

Isha was drunk.

Really drunk.

She was young, beautiful, wealthy, and famous, and all men of all shapes and sizes had their eyes on her, and there were even some very good men. However, they have never brought themselves such wonderful feelings.

Seeing the joy that Isha couldn't hide in her eyes, the man prepared to pursue victoriously. He knelt down on one knee in front of Isha with a rose in his hand, and said in an extremely domineering manner: "Between God and me, you must always choose one." ”

Isha smiled.

She reached out and took the rose from the man's hand, and said sweetly: "God is too old, I choose you." ”

"I think so too." The man sat down next to Isha, and the two talked happily like a couple in love for the first time.

――――

――――

Qin Luo was in a very bad mood. Very bad.

Swedish television stations are scrambling to report on abortions of pregnant women, which are the hottest news in newspapers and online media at the moment.

Moreover, in order to attract the public's attention, these reporters deliberately distorted the facts and shifted all the blame to the TCM delegation. As a result, the Chinese TCM delegation in Sweden ended up with a tragic scene where everyone shouted and beat rats on the street.

Although Martha promised to help expose the facts, isn't this too weak?

What made Qin Luo even more depressed was the news that Prince Philip brought. The original itinerary was scheduled for the Chinese TCM delegation to go to Stockholm Medical School for an exchange visit this afternoon, and Qin Luo was going to give a speech in the auditorium.

However, when the medical students learned about the miscarriage of pregnant women caused by traditional Chinese medicine, they were very hostile to them, and some students even put up banners to protest their arrival.

Shiva, the dean of the medical school, personally went to see Philip and begged the prince to cancel the afternoon's trip for the time being.

Faced with such a situation, Philip had no better way. He can't say that this thing has to be done this way, right?

"Qin Luo, don't worry. There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and there will always be a solution. Wang Xiushen saw Qin Luo's anxious expression, stepped forward and said comfortingly.

He was also in a bad mood, and he did not expect that the trip to Sweden, which had been hopeful, would develop into the current situation.

The Faculty of Medicine made it clear that it did not welcome the delegation of Chinese medicine, although the Royal Faculty of Medicine welcomed their arrival - but the key is the attitude of the people towards them.

If the people hate TCM and reject TCM, TCM still cannot go abroad and come to Sweden.

"Yes, Qin Luo, we all know that you did your best. If it really doesn't work, let's look for a breakthrough from other countries. Gu Baixian also persuaded and said. It's not that they don't work hard, it's that this providence makes people.

"Minister Cai: They'll understand. The fact that we were able to receive an invitation from the Swedish authorities was already a victory for us - the rest of the work can be done slowly. ”

Su Zi didn't speak, just held Qin Luo's hand tightly.

Although it was said that making out with Qin Luo in front of these old men made her a little uncomfortable, she knew that Qin Luo now needed her own support.

He was also a man, a young man. It's normal to be depressed for a while when you encounter such a big setback.

"Since it's here. You can't go home empty-handed. Qin Luo said resolutely. The best thing to do now is to bring the members of the delegation back to China immediately, and then let the Swedish people slowly forget about it.

However, if they leave like this, doesn't it confirm their speculation and attacks?

Can't go.

Absolutely can't go.

The mobile phone in his pocket rang, and he looked at the number on the caller ID, and he didn't answer, but said hello to everyone and walked to the next room.

Qin Luo pushed open the door of the room, smiled and asked Jesus, who was standing at the door to greet him, and said, "How is it?" What's the catch? ”

"Caught a big fish." Jesus said with a smug face.

Since taking refuge in Qin Luo, she has been attacked by Qin Luo in terms of women. When he and Qin Luo walked together, those women would only look at Qin Luo and not look at him squarely. After a long time, he began to doubt his charm.

The success of this return to Europe has restored his self-confidence a lot. I thought to myself, it's not that my charm is not good, but that the aesthetics of Easterners and Westerners are different.

(PS: Asking for votes.) ）