London, United Kingdom.

It was ten o'clock in the morning, but it was still foggy outside, and a thick fog covered the ancient city, the streets were muddy, and the sky was low with depressing, cirriling black clouds.

A black extra-long car quietly stopped at the corner of Oxford Street, the door was gently opened, and a tall young man with sunglasses walked out and pulled the car door: "Vice President Yu, this is the most famous Oxford Street in London." ”

A man of medium build, in his mid-thirties, walked out of the car door, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and the whole person looked sven.

A gust of wind howled, he couldn't help but hug his shoulders with both hands, looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, frowned, what kind of weather is this London, the wind is not counted, and the weather is unpredictable, it will change, when he goes out in the morning, it is still full of sunshine, the green leaves and grass under the sun are shining, the white clouds in the sky, there are those ancient British buildings everywhere, the whole London looks mysterious and desirable.

Just now he was sighing at the beauty of London, and in an instant, the dark clouds rolled, the temperature suddenly dropped by ten degrees, and the thin clothes on his body could no longer cover the cold, and his voice was cold and trembling: "Peter, are you sure that the president is on Oxford Street?" ”

"Vice President Yu, the president is in front of the Sellic department store."

Peter confidently said that in order to find the whereabouts of the president, he had hired the most famous private investigator in Britain, Fowl, and this morning, Fall personally called him, saying that the president was begging in front of the Selfridges department store on Oxford Street.

At that time, he was so shocked that the phone fell to the ground, in order to find the footprints of the president, he can be said to have traveled all over the United Kingdom, but the president is always elusive, he just found him, he will suddenly disappear in the next time, this time, thanks to the help of Fuer, he finally found the footprints of the president again, Amitabha, this time you must not startle the snake, or the president will slip away under his nose.

"Vice President Yu, park the car here, let's walk over quietly, or the president will slip away again." Peter appeared cautious.

"Peter, I see that your current detection level has surpassed the level of the great detective." Vice President Yu looked at Peter's cautious and cautious appearance and made a joke about Peter.

"To tell you the truth, my main job in the past few years has been to chase our president who has found a different way, and our president's anti-reconnaissance ability is unmatched."

"Yes, if it weren't for the first battle in the country this time, I wouldn't have worked so hard to find the president here. I haven't seen him in almost two years. Vice President Yu was a little sad.

However, it is really strange that no matter where he is, he knows the company's business well. Every time at a critical moment of life and death, important decisions will be made, since he took over the company, the company's business has spread all over the world in recent years, and our Dahua Group has entered the ranks of the world's top 500. Vice President Yu said with emotion.

"Needless to say, our president is young and promising, and he is the king of kings!" Peter was impressed.

Peter suddenly became excited, and he nervously took Vice President Yu's hand and motioned him not to speak.

Vice President Yu looked ahead curiously, and in addition to the pedestrians who hurriedly walked by on the road, there were only a few artists begging on the street.

Not far from him, there was a tall man, dressed in the clothes of the African natives, and a pair of high-top black boots with the tips of his shoes flying upwards, and what was especially remarkable was that his face was painted in the shape of a flying beast in three colors: blue, red and black, and a cat's eye in the shape of a tiger was painted around his eyes, and his head was covered with a crown made of thin brass sheets, and a pheasant feather was inserted on it, painted in red, yellow, and blue. In front of him was a microphone more than a meter high, and a simple suitcase was placed at his feet.

The native was engrossed in performing an indigenous song, the rich African song like the roar of a wild beast in the primeval forest, sometimes clapping his hands, sometimes twisting his waist, and dancing the ancient African indigenous dance to his own singing.

Some of the passers-by on the street stopped and pulled out their money and put it in a small yellow box in front of the natives, who simply ignored their actions and simply reveled in their own music.

Vice President Yu was deeply infected, and he involuntarily stepped forward, took out a bunch of euros from his pocket, and put them in the box in front of him.

A hint of excitement suddenly flashed in the eyes of this native, and then he raised his head high, no longer paying attention to the vice president, but there was obvious evasion in his eyes.

Seeing that Vice President Yu had no intention of walking away, he suddenly stopped singing, nodded slightly to Vice President Yu, and began to nervously pack up the things on the ground.

"Why don't you sing?" Vice President Yu asked him strangely in English.

He shook his head at Vice President Yu and smiled.

"How does this smile look so familiar?" Vice President Yu suddenly felt a strong sense of intimacy.

"I seem to know you." He took the native's hand and asked strangely.

The aborigine's body stiffened, as if he was a little flustered, he forcefully got rid of the vice president's hand, picked up his backpack, and was about to leave in a hurry.

"President, I've found you."

Peter hugged the natives and didn't let go.

"Peter, what did you say?" The glasses on Vice President Yu's face almost fell to the ground.

"Vice President, he is our president!" Peter's voice was a little choked, you know, the president has been throwing himself away for a month, he was originally the president's assistant and bodyguard, but the president thought that Peter always restricted his movements, and actually used a little trick to get rid of Peter.

Thinking that he had worked hard to find the president for the past month, and now that he was in front of his eyes, Peter said that he would not let go of anything.

"Is he really our president?"

"Vice President, it's true."

"Peter, you let go." The native spoke suddenly.

"Don't let it go, unless you promise me never to dump me again, I'll let it go." Peter put his whole body around the native, as if he were going to pick him up.

"President Feng, it's really you!" Vice President Yu shouted in surprise.

"It's me, Vice President Yu, hello, long time no see, welcome to London." The natives took off their hats that were buttoned around their heads, and pheasant feathers.

"Peter, I promise you, next time I will take you wherever I go, now let go of your hand."

"Your words count." Peter looked up at him like a deceived child.

"Vice President Yu will give me a proof, if I don't take you with me next time, you will quit me." Feng Ziyi said with a smile.

"How dare I quit you! It's not like you've quit me. Peter muttered, letting go of his hand.

"Ziqian, why are you so idle, come to the UK?" Feng Ziyi still had a smile on his face, but his voice sounded chilling.

"Mr. Feng, I came this time to put down all my work in the mainland and make a special trip to you." Yu Ziqian said worriedly.

Suddenly it began to rain, just a light rain, followed by a downpour.

The raindrops of beans hit his body, and Yu Ziqian shivered with cold.

"Damn weather!" I couldn't help but scold.

Feng Ziyi took out an umbrella from his suitcase like a trick and handed them a raincoat.

"President, you're really full of things!" Yu Ziqian was so impressed that he threw himself to the ground.

Feng Ziyi smiled and looked at Peter.

"Peter, go to the Brown Hotel."

The stretch car slowly stopped in front of the Brown Hotel. Yu Ziqian got out of the car and couldn't help but look at this quaint but majestic high-end hotel.

Located in London's trendy Mayfair district, the Brown Hotel is made up of 11 buildings, with traditional white walls and a discreet but quaint entrance.

Entering the hall, the interior corridors are intricately decorated with dark wood siding. The walls of the customer service are plastered with photos of celebrities and its traditional history of independence.

In its more than 100 years of history, it has received many noble guests, such as Napoleon III and his wife Empress Eugnie, President Theodore of the United States. Roosevelt and Emperor Haile of Ethiopia. Selassie.

Yu Ziqian couldn't help but sigh that hotels are all over the world, but the Brown Hotel is unique, it represents the image of a polite and natural British gentleman. This is the Brown Hotel, irreplaceable, irreinventible, and unscathed by the trend and unmoved by modern fashion concepts.

He looked back at the independent Feng President beside him, his handsome face was so brightly painted, his tall and toned body, and his incomparable imperial aura were so complementary to the Brown Hotel, only such a dragon was worthy of such a noble inn.

In the presidential suite, the snow-white walls and elegant décor look like paradise, and the modestly dressed waiters bring special bread and boiled eggs, as well as the aroma of pure English coffee.

Yu Ziqian sat on the soft sofa, and Liszt's moving piano music was playing in the room, as if he had come to heaven on earth.

Yu Ziqian nervously took out his laptop and prepared to report to Feng Ziyi.

"Ziqian, eat something first, take a break, and don't rush to work." Feng Ziyi said kindly, and the indigenous face that had not faded looked even more charming.

There was a sound of washing in the bathroom, the bathroom door was pushed open, Feng Ziyi walked out refreshingly, the originally fair face was now tanned into wheat, the black eyes flashed with a faint blue light, it looked like a brilliant gem, the hair was a little curly, but short, with a touch of gold. The high bridge of the nose, the young upright, the sexy lips that smile all the time look sexy and evil, the bronzed skin, the muscles are toned and well-proportioned, and the body is also draped in pure white pajamas, the whole person looks like a fairy in white clothes.

He's so beautiful!

Yu Ziqian looked at Feng Ziyi after the bath and was stunned!