The Buddha had no intention of seeing Feng Zhenzhen, but he couldn't let Feng Zhenzhen know his true identity, so Mo Yuechen's arrangement was a little tricky and cautious. After pondering carefully for a while, he thought of holding a banquet to let Buddha Wuxin and Feng Zhenzhen meet inadvertently.

After grooming, Feng Zhenzhen patiently dressed up again, put on light makeup, combed her hair neatly, and put on her favorite skirt and shoes. Before going out, she also opened her mobile phone and took a look, on the mobile phone, Duan Qingyuan did not send her any messages, she couldn't help but feel more useless and relieved.

"Duan Qingyuan, now his whole person is Gu Manqing's, okay." She sighed. My heart was very sour, but I couldn't do anything.

Go out and go down to the third floor and come to the banquet site.

Originally, she thought that the atmosphere here was jubilant and noisy, but the truth was not what she thought.

The banquet site is not very crowded, and it is not noisy at all, everything is comfortable and orderly.

"Wow, the banquet of foreigners, it turns out to be like this......" After Feng Zhenzhen entered the gate, her steps became slower and slower, and she secretly exclaimed.

The men and women at the scene were different in age, dress, skin color, hair color, height and body shape. As she walked and looked, she inadvertently noticed that among them, the yellow-skinned and black-haired person seemed to be the only one......

She felt a little embarrassed and walked and walked to a crowded place. Suddenly, a man in his thirties, with a long body, blond hair and blue eyes, and a gentlemanly appearance and dress, walked up to her with two glasses of red wine.

"Beautiful lady, can I have a drink with you?" The man asked her with a smile.

Feng Zhenzhen was taken aback, turned around gracefully, and turned her head to look at the man in amazement.

This man's sunny and handsome nature also made her blush slightly, smiled shyly and shyly, and said, "Of course you can ......"

"What an honor!" The man said again, and handed her the glass of red wine he was holding in his left hand.

At this time, Feng Zhenzhen's hand was completely paused again, and she didn't reach out to pick it up.

Because she remembered the advice given to her by many seniors in the past, that you should not drink the drink handed by a stranger, and beware of drugging, du, chun, and so on.

But now, she is reluctant to refuse this man's graciousness. So in a hurry, she moved to the side of the cabinet, picked up a brand new beer, and said, "Sir, let's have a beer, this one tastes better." ”

Seeing this, the man raised his eyebrows, and a look of surprise crawled on the top of his eyebrows, and then nodded lightly and said, "Okay, whatever you want, I can do it." ”

Feng Zhenzhen easily understood what he meant, smiled happily, poured beer into an empty cup, and then clinked glasses with him and drank it all.

For her generosity and wisdom, the man's eyes showed appreciation and friendship.

After drinking a full glass of beer, Feng Zhenzhen's cheeks flushed with a charming and charming flush. She held up the empty cup to the man, smiled sweetly and said, "I'm sorry, I'll look elsewhere." ”

She saw that it was the busiest and the most abundant food, so she wanted to go there. She didn't eat breakfast and was already hungry.

The man nodded again, then stepped back gentlemanly, made a respectful gesture to her, and said, "Please." ”

Feng Zhenzhen gently put the wine glass back in its place, followed by her hands behind her back, turned around, and walked forward naturally and casually.

Because just now, the man's active accosting and her own improvisation brought her an indescribable confidence and pride. She suddenly realized that it was better to go out for a walk, much better than staying at home every day.

Staying at home every day will not only not be able to broaden your horizons, but also the charm you exude will be annihilated. The most important thing is that the more you go out, the more opportunities you will have.

As she walked away, the man looked behind her back and whispered in amazement.

"It's the first time I've met such a beautiful woman......," he said.

He loves beautiful and innocent women. But once upon a time, the women he had read were too glamorous and cheesy.

Vera walked over to the men, and there was a long table behind them. The table is stocked with a variety of foods, such as milk, steak, lamb chops, fruits, snacks, and sweets.

Feng Zhenzhen took a plate and a pair of knives and forks, sandwiched some steak and lamb chops and fruit snacks and put them on the plate, and then carried them to a dining area in the corner.

There are many dining tables set up there, and the environment is laid-back and elegant.

Feng Zhenzhen walked and paid attention, and the people who passed her along the way spoke different types of languages. However, she didn't understand most of them. After arriving at the dining area, she stood in one place again and was stunned for a long time. Because there are more people dining here, at a glance, dozens of tables are occupied.

"It's late, so many people, where am I sitting?" She muttered in a depressed mood, and glanced around the entire dining area, observing which table was less crowded.

Just as she was entangled, not far away, an elderly man with a Chinese face looked at her with a smile.

Inadvertently bumped into the old man's gentle eyes, and Feng Zhenzhen's eyes also flashed with a hint of relief.

"Hey, there's an old Asian uncle...... Feng Zhenzhen said secretly. Then, without hesitation, she walked over with a saucer.

She is not afraid of anything, not twisted, not ashamed. Anyway, it's all strangers here, and no one knows anyone.

As she walked this way, the old man's gaze kept steady on her figure, and he kept smiling at her amiably. He didn't blink until she walked over from him and sat down.

"Little girl, you are Chinese, right?" The old man also took the initiative to ask her.

Feng Zhenzhen placed the plate and knife and fork on the table, and then looked at the old man squarely, and smiled back with his polite and sweet smile.

"Yes, old uncle, you can speak Chinese, it seems that you are too!" Feng Zhenzhen also said very excitedly, looking at the old man, her peach eyes were full of smiles.

In fact, the old man is very well maintained, his skin is white and wrinkled, and his hair is black and shiny. It's just that his current affinity betrays his age, and he laughs, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes are dense.

"Well, forget it, my ancestral home is China." He nodded again and said to Feng Zhenzhen. His gaze only took his eyes off her for a moment, and then he continued to stare at her, his eyes unturned.

Feng Zhenzhen and Feng Yanhui really look alike. The more he watched, the more nostalgic he became, and the more he watched, the more he reminisced, almost fascinated.

"Chinese, that's also Chinese." Feng Zhenzhen said again. After saying that, he lowered his head, picked up his fork, and began to eat the food on the plate.

This old man is naturally Buddha Wuxin.

"Little girl, where are you from China? Traveling here alone? Buddha didn't want to deliberately find a topic and talk to her more.

Feng Zhenzhen was also wary of him. Because at this time, he seems to be a purely helpless, amiable and enthusiastic old man.