"You must be Mr. Xia Yunjie, I am Monica, the owner of this hotel, and I am glad that you chose my hotel. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" Monica took the initiative to enthusiastically stretch out her hand to Xia Yunjie and said.

"Hello Monica, nice to meet you and happy to stay at your hostel. Xia Yunjie smiled and shook Monica's hand. Monica's hands are more delicate and soft than expected compared to her bee waist and fat buttocks, and her skin is much more delicate than that of most Italian women.

After the two said hello, Xia Yunjie followed Monica to the front desk of the hotel, saying that the front desk was actually just a desk in the corner of the partition wall, a very small space. But it's strange that Monica can arrange such a small space very cosy and emotional. Soft tones, beautiful vases, and delicate little frescoes make everything look very harmonious, and it doesn't feel like a cramped space at all.

The accommodation needs to register a passport, and Xia Yunjie took the passport to Monica. When Monica saw that it was a Hong Kong passport, she exclaimed in surprise: "Five years ago, I went to Hong Kong, and it was a very beautiful place. I also went to Chinese mainland and it was a wonderful experience that I will never forget. ”

"Really?" As a Chinese, Xia Yunjie was still very happy that such a sexy and beautiful foreign boss lady could praise her country, and couldn't help but be surprised when she heard this: "Then where have you been in Chinese mainland, I have actually always lived in Chinese mainland, my hometown is also in Chinese mainland, and the Hong Kong passport just makes it more convenient for me to travel." ”

"I've been to a lot of places, your capital, Beijing, which is an older and bigger city than our Rome. There I saw the palace where your emperor lived and climbed the world-famous Great Wall. I've also been to West Lake in Hangzhou, it's such a beautiful place, green mountains and green waters, the girls' skin is watery, my God, I can't help but be jealous when I think of this. You look at my skin, it's starting to get old. As she spoke, Monica touched her face, and even habitually went down her neck until the two half-exposed plumps on her chest. However, Monica soon realized that she was talking to a man now, her pretty face flushed slightly, and she hurriedly took her hand away from the pair of snow-white plump **** that was half-exposed.

Although Monica reacted quickly, the two were close at hand, and her movements still made Xia Yunjie see that the blood flowed a little faster, but on the surface, Xia Yunjie still pretended that nothing had happened, and said with a smile: "Why do I think your skin is like a girl?"

"Mr. Xia, you are a Chinese man who is very good at making girls happy. Women always like to listen to good words, Monica is naturally no exception, Xia Yunjie's words made her very happy, and those blue eyes couldn't help but flatter him.

In a joke, Monica registered and reminded: "We charge an additional city tax of four euros per person per night, which is not included in the room rate and needs to be paid in cash." ”

Xia Yunjie didn't need to pay for the house in Rome before, and this was the first time he knew that there was a city tax, and he couldn't help but secretly sigh, he really traveled thousands of miles to read thousands of books, and many things really need to be experienced to know.

"No problem, I pay in cash. Xia Yunjie said with a smile.

"If so, I'll give you a three-percent discount. Monica laughed.

While speaking, Monica took two long copper keys, one for the downstairs door and the other for Xia Yunjie's room, and then took Xia Yunjie to see his room.

Xia Yunjie's room is on the third floor, and there is a large door on the third floor, and the door enters the same public passage, living room, kitchen, and three rooms that are divided as the second floor.

"We only serve breakfast here. Every morning around half past seven I will prepare breakfast here, you can tell me what breakfast you need, and I will deliver it to your room when it is done. Monica said as she pointed to the kitchen as she passed the door.

"Just prepare me for breakfast according to your usual standard here. Xia Yunjie said with a smile.

“ok。 Monica smiled and nodded, then took the key and opened the room.

The room is a little bigger than the ordinary standard room of the domestic hotel, very clean, the cabinets, chandeliers, and hanging paintings are obviously carefully selected, and they look very quaint in the room, and there are flowers in the bathroom, everything is very warm.

The window of the room is facing the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore, which overlooks the whole square, which is very convenient for those who visit Florence.

"I'm on the ground floor during the day, you can come to me anytime you have anything. After a brief introduction to the room, Monica left. Of course, the first floor that Monica said is actually the second floor of the Chinese.

After Monica left, Xia Yunjie sat cross-legged on the bed, his divine consciousness and thoughts stretched out to all corners of the city like countless tentacles, but he found nothing. Seeing that there was nothing abnormal, Xia Yunjie did not get up immediately, but continued to sit cross-legged on the bed, but there was an extra quaint turtle shell in his hand, his fingers gently rubbed on it, and a dream-like sound came out of the turtle shell.

After a long time, Xia Yunjie sighed and slowly opened his eyes.

Mao Zhuang's whereabouts are still very vague, but fortunately, Xia Yunjie deduced that only Mao Zhuang's bloodline descendants should suffer this time, and the others should be fine. However, if Xia Yunjie uses other forces, such as the Li family's men and horses, and Mario's people to help, the situation will become very complicated and serious. Because Mao Zhuang's sanity has gradually awakened, once he senses that someone is tracking him or tracking down his bloodline descendants, it can be said that it will be effortless to kill all the people of the Li family and the Ferro family with his evil magic. This is also the reason why Xia Yunjie has insisted on traveling alone since he arrived in Italy.

With his arithmetic skills, as long as Mao Zhuang did not cultivate into a flying zombie, he would not be able to escape his tracking after all, but he was in a hurry before the heavenly opportunity appeared.

opened his eyes and got out of bed, it was just past noon, and when he was idle, Xia Yunjie went downstairs to buy a ticket to enter the Hundred Flowers Cathedral and climbed to the dome, standing on the dome, you can see the entire city of Florossa.

There are many oriental faces in Florence, and from time to time you can hear someone speaking Chinese, which makes you think you are back in China.

After visiting the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore and its surroundings, Xia Yunjie shuttled through the streets of Florence alone. Compared to the majesty, hustle and bustle of Rome, Xia Yunjie prefers the laid-back quiet of Florence. It's a leisurely time to sit by the glass windows facing the street or at the table under the outside parasols, sipping a cup of coffee or a cold drink, and watching the tourists of all colors come and go through the street.

Of course, while playing, Xia Yunjie did not forget to explore, scan and deduce every place he went. After strolling around until sunset and having dinner, Xia Yunjie returned to the hotel.

After taking a shower and pillowing his head with his hands, Xia Yunjie remembered the bits and pieces that had happened in the past year, from graduating in 03 to finding a job, to having a relationship with Shao Lihong and Zhu Xiaoyan, and now going abroad alone, making Xia Yunjie feel that his life has changed too fast, so fast that he feels a little unreal, so fast that he has no way to return to the life of squeezing in and out of the talent market.

In the dark night, Xia Yunjie looked at the ceiling painted with murals and sighed alone.

When Xia Yunjie sighed alone in the dark night, in a private beach villa in Palermo, the birthplace of the mafia and full of mystery, the capital of Sicily, a middle-aged man with a big back leaned on a chair with his legs crossed, Cuban cigar in his mouth, and looked at the two men in front of him with a playful and triumphant look.

Of the two men, one of them was chubby Mario, the godfather of the Ferro family, and the other was a middle-aged man who was about 1.9 meters tall, with a well-maintained figure, blonde hair, and a very aristocratic temperament.

At this time, the middle-aged man who looked very aristocratic was holding a pistol to Mario's head.

"Oh, little Roberto, what are you hesitating about? Kill Mario, we are partners, we can share the Ferro family's estate together, and with my support, you can also inherit your father's position as godfather of the Committee of Eleven. Of course, you can refuse my kindness, but I don't want you to make such a stupid choice. The man with the Cuban cigar in his mouth took a puff of the smoke ring and squinted his eyes.

As he spoke, the hands of the four men standing behind him holding guns slightly gestured to the son of the former godfather of the Italian mafia, known as Little Roberto, with a fierce and bloody look in their eyes.

The corners of Roberto's mouth hooked up a helpless wry smile, and his hand slowly pulled the clasp.

"I'm sorry, Mario, I don't have a choice!" Roberto said.

"If you use a gun, you and the Corleone family will always be under Jim's control for the rest of your life. Mario said forcibly and calmly, but secretly prayed in his heart that the talisman given by Xia Yunjie would bless him.

"But if I don't shoot, I'll die now! Can't you see that the treacherous Jim has already come to this point? After Roberto finished speaking, he gritted his teeth and finally pulled the clasp.