"Margaret, I-"

"Get out!"

"Get out!"

Zhang Zhenyi looked at Margaret a little helplessly in a red nightgown, with faintly slippery cuffs and collars, her fair skin exposed to the air, a slightly ruddy color, and extremely obvious scratches exposed on the soft and delicate skin like rose petals, which looked extremely dazzling.

“——”

"Fuck, what's this called, Lao Tzu actually slept with the wrong person!"

Zhang Zhenyi turned back and forth a little helplessly, the rose-like woman was actually slept by herself, if the nobles of Paris thought that this delicate rose was actually slept with by someone drunk, I don't know if they would be angry, hahaha.

Zhang Zhenyi suddenly had a feeling of happiness in his heart and bitterness on his face, and he fell asleep, it was difficult for the old ghost of Bonama to kill himself, but then he had a headache when he thought that the person inside didn't know how to deal with it.

At this time, the ancient bell on the wall was obviously ticking non-stop, and he glanced at it casually, and his face suddenly became a little weird, because it was less than three o'clock at the moment, that is to say, it was still ten o'clock in the night, but he really didn't understand why he woke up, in fact, people who drank alcohol knew that they would slowly wake up after getting drunk, and they were particularly thirsty, Zhang Zhenyi also woke up in a haze, and the result was that the combination of the two would obviously have some reactions with the turning of the body.

Immediately, a moan from a woman who was not familiar to him completely woke Zhang Zhenyi, because he found that the woman lying on top of him was the rose princess Margaret.

The royal blue eyes looked at Zhang Zhenyi's face slightly half-asleep, and his delicate face seemed to be not fully awake, but slowly Zhang Zhenyi saw a strange expression of surprise and confusion from this pair of eyes, followed by a mixture of anger and shyness, and then he was thrown down by a huge force before he could react, if it wasn't for his good health, he would have been injured internally.

"I put Margaret to sleep!"

This was Jang Jinyi's first feeling after getting up from the ground.

It was still dark outside the window, and Margaret did not cry like ordinary women, but stared at the man in front of her with a pair of blue and blue eyes. She knew that Zhang Zhenyi didn't mean to do this, and it was true that she was drunk and harmful, but as the proudest princess of the Bonapart family, her strong self-esteem did not allow herself to be slept with by a drunk and hazy man, and she was completely unconscious, what is the difference between this and those sluts who sell meat.

“-”

Zhang Zhenyi is not a young man back then. He knew the woman's mind, but he knew it was impossible.

Margaret didn't care if she had a relationship with the man in front of her, but she had some expectations, but she knew that Zhang Zhenyi was married, and she had seen that girl, it was a princess of the Bonamon family that she had to admit that she was an excellent oriental woman, but Margaret's family and her honor as an ancient nobleman made it difficult for her to accept such a result. Unless Jang Jin-il gives up on that girl.

"Margaret, you know that's impossible!"

Zhang Zhenyi looked at the expression on Margaret's face and said very seriously, although this red rose of the Bonapart family did not say anything, but from her eyes Zhang Zhenyi knew what she was thinking, for this, Zhang Zhenyi refused without hesitation.

"Then you will wait for the sanctions of the Bonapartians!"

"Marguerite, you know that Monsieur Bonaparte would not do this, if he knew that the pride of the Bonapartian family had become my woman. I don't think the sword of the Bonapartians will be pointed at me. ”

"Bastard! Get lost! How can the glory of the House of Bonama make you judge! ”

Margaret's voice was a little indifferent, but Zhang Zhen was unmoved. The woman's vision did not change much because of her birth, and he understood even better than Marguerite what Monsieur Bonapart thought.

But this matter is a little difficult to do, although he is not afraid of pressure from the Bonapartian family, but the identity of Marguerite is a great headache for him, as the next heir of the Bonapartian family, Marguerite will inevitably take charge of this ancient and most noble family. But now I'm —

"You don't have a choice now, is she or me?"

It has to be said that Marguerite is far smarter than Zhang Zhenyi imagined, although she knows that this man will not give up his original intention because of the sanctions of the Bonamanian family, but she knows if he wants to be recognized in Europe. He had to rely on the Bonapartian family, and only the power of Europe could help him defeat the group of financial giants on the other side of the ocean, and he did not dare to gamble.

Margaret is right, Zhang Zhenyi really doesn't dare to bet, but the weakness of a woman is that she underestimates this man's courage.

In Margaret's slowly enlarged pupils, a figure began to get closer and closer, fair skin, powerful figure, Zhang Zhenyi did not have a trace of it, the masculine atmosphere was extremely strong, there were no words, and he lifted the nightgown draped on Margaret's body, and his delicate body was exposed in front of him.

"You are my woman, and the Bonaparts cannot change this fact!"

Looking at the red lips that were close at hand, Zhang Zhenyi kissed them rudely, and his whole body pressed down heavily on Margaret's body, and with a click, the faint yellow light was extinguished again, and the heavy gasping sound was mixed with almost inaudible cursing sounds, but it only covered the thick night for a moment.

Just when the two of them were slowly immersed in the fiery **, outside the slightly hidden door, through the crack in the door, through the faint night, a graceful figure gently crossed, but the ups and downs of the two were seen all over each other.

This figure is Irina, it turns out that she can't sleep all night, and Zhang Zhenyi has never entered the room, she thought that the man who once made her love completely forget herself, so she got out of bed and walked down, but she happened to meet the scene of the two confronting each other there, and the scene that followed made her understand what happened between the two.

The night was silent, and it was almost dawn.

Changing and rubbing his somewhat sore shoulders, Zhang Zhen opened his eyes and looked at the golden hair scattered on his chest, and remembered what happened last night as soon as his heart moved.

"Are you awake?"

"Hmm!"

Margaret's eyes seemed to be a little angry, but Zhang Zhenyi clearly saw a trace of shyness, and suddenly was happy, it seems that this woman is not as indifferent as she imagined.

"What would you do if you spoke for the Bonaparts?"

"Kill you!"

The expression on his face was embarrassed, and he was about to say something, but he found that the extremely charming face suddenly smiled, and he smiled so beautifully that I am afraid that even the morning light of dawn will be lost.

"You're mine!"

As soon as he lifted the quilt on the bed, Zhang Zhenyi got up from the bed with some embarrassment, picked up his clothes from the ground casually, ignored the alluring face behind him, and kicked downstairs.

There was only a string of seemingly smug laughter left behind him.

Zhang Zhenyi didn't stay in France for long, so he immediately left to return to China, for this trip to France, he directly buried this secret experience in the bottom of his heart, even if he vaguely knew that Irina might already know some of it, but Zhang Zhenyi did not explain, in fact, there is a tacit understanding between him and Margaret that cannot be broken.

Had he had resisted even the slightest bit in the first place, could this have happened? And from Margaret's body, he didn't smell the wine, which means that the woman probably did it on purpose, and could she really push open a door that should have been locked so casually?

All this seems extremely coincidental and mysterious, but Zhang Zhenyi doesn't want to pursue it more, everything is just because of the Bonapart family, maybe a prefix will be added in the future.

The Zhangjia family in southern Anhui - the Bonama family!

Soon after Zhang Zhenyi left Paris, sure enough, soon, some media in Europe began to spread the news that the business owned by the Bonapart family had changed the family's centuries-old tradition and turned to the upstart Weishi Group in the East to seek cooperation.

This is undoubtedly not very good news for Americans, because the real nobility and the upper families know what the surname Bonapart represents.

"That Chinese actually got the approval of that old guy in Bonama?"

"I think so, Mr. Rockefeller, now the whole of Europe is going crazy that that old thing will make a new deal with the Chinese."

"I think we need to meet some old friends, don't we? It was not us who were most anxious at this time, but Mr. Rothschild. ”

"You are right, but the news from our intelligence officers makes me have to believe that this time we are probably going to be disappointed, because just now, the Chinese has announced that he will transfer all the shares of the Royal Bank of Scotland in his hands to the Rothschild family's bank, although the outside world does not know the relationship between the two, but we know that the gentleman may have reached an understanding agreement with the Chinese."

“**！ Damn, why didn't you tell me about such an important matter earlier! ”

"Summoning the Fed board members right away, I need to ask for their opinions, that Chinese is already capable of challenging us."

"Okay, sir, I will arrange it immediately, in addition, I have to disclose another information to you, according to the secret information sent back by the British Embassy, the British government is currently conducting a secret negotiation with the Chinese side, they are negotiating to determine a new communication standard, if this negotiation is successful, then the Chinese will open a gap in the Western world, and it is Her Majesty the Queen and the Chinese who are promoting this matter."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he slowly withdrew from the door, leaving only a slightly old man with a cold face and sharp eyes like knives, obviously extremely angry. (To be continued......)