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Viareggio, Italy, 21 August 2002.

Viareggio, a Mediterranean coastal city with a population of just as small as an ordinary Chinese town, is far away from the hustle and bustle of people, and the pace of life is not fast, and the eyes of passers-by in shorts are very pleasant.

August is the peak holiday season in Italy, and the beaches are full of umbrellas and tourists. With the overall living standards of the people improving significantly, it is not uncommon for Chinese tourists with yellow skin and black eyes to be seen here.

This is the Cinque Terre, and historically, it has been admired by painters, naturalists, writers, such as the Shelleys in England.

Standing on the steep cliffs, you can see the colourful houses, the blue sea, the wild and lush olive groves, vineyards and cacti...... The water is clear, the sand is gentle, the sand is fine, and a couple holding hands and strolling on the beach with laughter.

But Song Chen is obviously not interested in this place, the high and low houses on both sides of the road, and the clothes hanging on the balcony are uneven, and the scene here reminds Song Chen of the scenes of economically underdeveloped towns in Southeast Asia that often appear in American films, and they are barely even the customs and scenery.

However, there is a turquoise and transparent water, which is as clear as an emerald. The medium-sized yacht with a length of more than 20 meters is quietly parked there, as if floating in the air, like a fairyland on earth.

Song Chen stood on the bow deck, holding the silver stainless steel railing with both hands, and looked with interest at the tourists jumping into the sea from the high rocks in the distance. Looks like he's in a good mood.

"My secretary has a message from Paris, and Monsieur Bernard wants to talk to you!"

Song Chen glanced sideways, and then looked at the tourists who were hearing the sound of joy from the distance. asked: "It's only been half a month and you can't hold your breath?" It looks like the management of Vivendi Global Group is under a lot of pressure! ”

Fan Xue was only wearing a three-point swimsuit, and her slender hair was lazily draped, which made her more and more sexy and charming. Despite her meticulous attention to maintenance, the heat of the Italian summer made her fair skin yellower and darker, a relatively light bronza – a "healthy wheat color" according to Song Chen.

"The financial scandal of Vivendi Global Group has intensified, and the French business community is very shocked and regretful. And correspondingly, the capital market to Bernard? Levi exerted tremendous pressure! Some investors issued open letters asking management to disclose the details of the group's previous negotiations with a number of acquirers. Judging from the news that came out publicly in France, the chairman of the board of directors, Jean? Reina's attitude is ambiguous, and it has always been difficult to unify within the Vivendi Global Group on whether to sell the game business! ”

Song Chen's heart sank slightly, and he said, "There is an internal controversy. This shows that Jean, who has just taken office? Bernard? Mr. Levy doesn't have enough time and authority to control the Vivendi Global Group! ”

Fan Xue nodded: "Yes!" ”

"Then let's meet!" Song Chen thought for a moment. The decision is not to make extraneous branches, after all, Vivendi Global Group did not sell Blizzard Entertainment in the end, which really forced Vivendi Global Group to be anxious, and closing the door to negotiations would outweigh the losses!

Fan Xue asked, "Is the meeting place in Paris or is it for Mr. Bernard to come to Viareggio?" ”

"It's a nice place, but it's not a good place for a formal meeting, and I'm sure Mr. Bernard doesn't have the heart to look at the sea of stars right now!" Song Chen smiled and said leisurely, "Let's go to Paris and talk about it again!" Anyway, this acquisition is going to be restarted or not. We're all going to go. ”

Fan Xue said happily: "Then I asked the secretary to inform Vivendi Global Group, just." When is it scheduled? ”

Song Chen groaned slightly, then lightly patted it on the stainless steel, and said, "Preston? Bailey is about to be published, so let's schedule it until the beginning of next month! ”

Preston? Bailey? What's the draft? A trace of confusion flashed in Fan Xue's eyes, remembering the news from home half a month ago, and she realized something.

"What do you think? Still not going? ”

With a "snap", Song Chen slapped Fan Xue's round buttocks, and at the same time did not forget to knead it twice, and his rude and willful fingers were placed on the thin underwear fabric, unscrupulously teasing the sensitive lower body, Fan Xue was shy and anxious, and gave him a white look with silky eyes, and went to the open cabin to call.

Song Chen smiled, and looked down again, but saw Wen Yixian lying on a white cushion on the bow deck, browsing luxury magazines, and wearing a three-point swimsuit on her graceful carcass, but compared to Fan Xue's bottoms covering most of her buttocks, Wen Yixian's thong cloth strips were deeply embedded in the skin's tight and elastic buttocks, which could cover the pink backyard; The shapely thighs are close together, the calves are folded and cocked, and the delicate ankles are hard to put down.

This Korean woman with delicate facial features and a pair of seductive apricot eyes will never forget to show her proud curves at any time, and Song Chen also likes this delicate body very much, as well as more and more exquisite sexual skills.

Perhaps feeling the hot gaze of her man, Wen Yixian turned her head consciously, lowered her head and half-took off her wide sunglasses and glanced at Song Chen with her eyes, and then smiled like a flower, she lay on the cushion, unbuttoned her bra with both hands back, and then said in a sweet tone that could drip water: "Ah Chen, can you help me wipe the sunscreen?" ”

Looking at Wen Yixian's naked, wheat-colored skin, and the faint sunburn marks, Song Chen smiled bitterly: "Didn't you wipe it?" ”

"But I can't wipe it in the back!" Wen Yixian sprinkled in an unusually charming voice, "Come on......"

Song Chen touched his nose, stepped forward and patted Wen Yixian's buttocks lightly, and said with a smile: "Wait for me to drive farther, otherwise my woman will show her spring, and I will suffer a lot!" ”

Looking back at the boulder cliff not far away, if it weren't for the fact that it was too close to the coastline and there were many yachts nearby, Song Chen would not be afraid to openly have a wild encounter with his woman at sea - in order to get some privacy, he brought a few bodyguards to follow him far away in another yacht behind.

In the past half a month in Viareggio, Song Chen's biggest gain is to learn a new skill, that is, how to drive small and medium-sized yachts from the second general!

Now, he is able to complete all the procedures of the yacht from going to sea to entering the port independently, but with one less driver's license!

So, Song Chen drove the yacht to the deep water, where tourists could not see it, and there were few yachts nearby, and then helped Wen Yixian rub sunscreen. Under the scorching summer sun, although the sea breeze is refreshing, it is inevitable that the gun will go wrong, and soon the hot spring palace show will be staged on the deck of the yacht.

……

When the golden red color reflects half of the sky, Song Chen drove the yacht back to the dock leisurely, and the white yachts were densely docked at the edge of the dock, among which there were many sailboats, which could be described as white sails.

Song Chen parked the rented yacht on the dock, threw the key back to the oncoming manager, and then took Fan Xue and Wen Yixian, who had already changed into dresses, to leave the dock, and prepared to return to Chen Daohui's mansion in Viareggio.

At this moment, Song Chen suddenly heard a very hesitant voice in English from behind him: "Song Chen? ”

Song Chen was stunned for a moment, turned around, but saw a beautiful woman wearing a dark blue one-piece miniskirt, the first thing that caught Song Chen's eyes was the other party's delicate red lips, followed by the foxy eyes, and the same melon seed face, the facial features were not as delicate as Wen Yixian, but from the outline, she was a very "South Korean" woman.

“…… That one? Song Chen took off his sunglasses, squinted his eyes at the other party, and spit out a name in English in a slightly hesitant tone, "Miss Gu Xiuzhen?" ”

Sure enough, it was him! Gu Xiuzhen didn't expect to see this man in a small city far away in Italy, so her expression was both happy and surprised, and she also replied in English: "It's me, why are you here?" ”

Song Chen glanced at the other party's short ear-length hair, and couldn't help but say, "Private matter...... Then again, how do you cut your hair short? I didn't even recognize it in the first place! ”

"Nothing, I just want to change myself!" Gu Xiuzhen smiled slightly, lifted her head and put it behind her ears, this action is very lethal for many men.

"Yes, that's good!" Song Chen casually threw out his praise, although he didn't think so in his heart.

Song Chen likes women with long hair, just as he likes women with gentle temperament, so his fiancées and mistresses are basically the kind of people who are understanding and at least have long hair with shawls - except for the innocent and lively Zhao Lin and Xu Xiaoling, and the heroic Jiang Hongling.

Gu Xiuzhen glanced at Wen Yixian and Fan Xue, held a coffee-colored Hermes handbag in both hands and put it in front of her abdomen, pursed her lips and smiled: "Miss Fan, I know, this ...... Miss Wen, perhaps? ”

As one of the heroines of the "Family Portrait Incident", Wen Yixian's identity in South Korea has long been exposed, and Gu Xiuzhen can recognize herself, and Wen Yixian is not surprised. If it was two years ago, Wen Yixian was still interning in Samsung Hospital, and at this moment she was afraid that she would be sincerely afraid when she saw the daughter of LG Group, sweating like rain, but now she just smiled and greeted: "Hello, Sister Yin Xin often mentions you to me!" ”

Gu Xiuzhen raised her eyebrows, and was about to speak, when a sentence came from behind her: "Xiuzhen, who are you talking to?" ”

Since Song Chen was facing Gu Xiuzhen, he set his eyes on the young man who came out of the yacht behind Gu Xiuzhen very early on—a more typical Korean man!

He was about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, wearing a short shirt with casual colors, with good facial features and clean skin, he was a relatively heroic man, but his eyes were slender, and he squinted and pursed his mouth, which gave Song Chen a gloomy and mean initial impression.

Hearing his voice, Gu Xiuzhen's originally bright smile bent down like a sunny and cloudy day, glanced back at the man, and then squeezed out a reluctant smile and said in English: "Oh, I met an acquaintance, say hello!" ”

"In Korean!" The Korean man was very angry and reprimanded Gu so-jin in Korean. (To be continued......)