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"It seems that this is the only way to go today. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info", Lan Shien smiled, but seemed a little disappointed.

They walked to the side of the car, and Lan Shien personally opened the door for Zhou Jia, and said softly, "We'll talk later." I've asked Claire to make arrangements for you to go back to New York and meet your current 'mentor'. ”

Zhou Jia remained silent and lowered his head and got into the car.

When the car turned around, she saw Lan Shien walking back along the same road under the escort of the special service team. There was another black Oldsmobile, waiting not far away. The distance between the two cars was not far, and Zhou Jia tried to see from the rearview mirror that the car in which the teacher was riding turned a corner at the intersection approaching the Pentagon. Her car continued on its way, crossing the bridge and heading back to Washington.

When I got back to the city, I was stuck in traffic. The ground was already soaked with rain, droplets of water hit the glass windows, and the Washington Monument in the distance became a blur.

Along the way, you can see the driver of the "Airbus Bus" holding a wooden sign and wearing uniform red clothes. The striking procession was bustling, with men chatting as they walked and women more attentively, shouting slogans and handing out leaflets when they touched passers-by. But in any case, for the outcome of their strike is not so important, the process of the strike is worth enjoying.

Their car was badly blocked on Istiklal Avenue and traveled unusually slowly.

Zhou Jia didn't want to stay in the car, and the two agents in the front row only made her feel more nervous. So she asked, "I want to get off here, can I?

The black agent in the co-pilot turned his head and seemed to see a very certain meaning in Zhou Jia's eyes, so he replied, "Okay!"

The side door opened with a "bang".

After stepping out of the car, Zhou Jia felt that the air around him became a little unfamiliar, watching the striking crowd walking on the streets of Washington, coupled with the rain, as if he had walked into the capital of another country, Capitol Hill in the northeast, which looked so unreal.

Crossing the street from Pennsylvania Northwest Avenue, the corner of the street was a Guofu Bank, and Zhou Jia raised his eyes and looked at the street sign - 13th Northwest Street. Ho! It's really rare, in the United States, which firmly believes that "13" is unlucky, there is not even a 13th floor elevator, and there is 13th Avenue in Washington, but obviously there are very few people who like to walk on this road.

At this time, the rain suddenly fell heavily. There was no shelter from the rain on the street, and she regretted forgetting the umbrella, and was about to take two steps when a car stopped silently on the side of the road in front of her, and the door slid open silently.

Zhou Jia didn't even notice when the car was approaching. When she looked closely, she immediately saw that the car was the luxury version of the new bioenergy sedan jointly developed by Truss and Lancer, and it was specially customized, limited to the world! She remembered that these cars, Lancer was not on public sale, and Chris only gave them to some important customers.

Streamlined design, elongated body, light gray looks particularly low-key.

"Dr. Zhou Jia, let's get in the car to avoid the rain first!" a strange, low, and obviously exotic accent man's voice floated out of the car.

After a moment's hesitation, she shook off the rain and slipped into the car door that had already been opened.

The temperature inside the car is very comfortable, and the interior decoration is simple but not ordinary, all the latest materials.

Zhou Jia combed his wet hair and began to look at the person sitting opposite. He leaned back in his chair leisurely, dressed in casual clothes, white shorts and sleeveless yellow T-shirt, and his bare shoulders and arms, showing off his athlete-like tight muscles, which stood out against the bronzed skin. With short jet-black hair, it was a natural curl. Thick black eyebrows, deep eyes, and misty eyes made his face more sad. The tall nose has a characteristic hooked nose and also has the characteristic sideburns and mustache characteristic of Arab men.

Although Zhou Jia had never met him before, because he was a world-famous figure, a regular on the front pages of magazines, newspapers, and television and electronic media, he was the true owner of Hati Selim bin Zayed Al Nahyan.

Unlike dozens of middle-aged and elderly brothers, Hatti was born in 2004, the year his father died, and is twenty-one years old. Despite his illustrious background and noble value, Hatti was distinguished from his brothers in that he rarely squandered money, invested extremely cautiously and successfully around the world, and grew in wealth day by day. But I rarely heard that he had any extravagant hobbies, and no one saw him show off his wealth, which formed a huge contrast between such a personality and the wealth he had. His private life is never made public, but it is the most talked about topic in the gossip newspapers. Some people speculate that he is still single, and others say that he has married four beautiful wives, one of whom is a princess in Dubai.

Zhou Jia looked at the prince with his own eyes. Wearing daily casual clothes makes him feel less high-minded and more casual and relaxed. The eyelashes are long and curly, and the eyes are round and big, and I have to sigh that they are really beautiful. She thought about it, this person's name and surname were too long, how to call her, she had to say simply and clearly: "His Royal Highness the Prince......"

"Hah...... Don't be so out of sight, Chris's friend, who is also my friend, just call me Harty. He smiled.

Zhou Jia nodded slightly. "Hah...... His Highness ......"

"Your Highness can be removed. He looked at her, his face wet with rain, his black hair slightly wavy, the tips of his hair occasionally dripping a few drops, his black shirt wet, and clinging to the soft skin, making her figure look even more petite, and those black eyes reminded him of a wonderful, strange experience in his life, in the endless desert, where the midnight moonlight hit the dark black stones...... Coming back to his senses slightly, Hardy hurriedly took out a towel from the hidden compartment in the car and handed it to her.

There was a respectful silence, Zhou Jia didn't know how to get along with such a person, and she regretted getting into his car too casually.

Hattie lingered on Zhou Jia with a look like a work of art, paused briefly, and then said: "Before, I often heard Chris mention you, and I had the impression that you are a serious, stereotypical nerd, please forgive me for being rude, I didn't mean to offend, but sometimes hearsay always makes people have preconceived notions." However, today I know that I am wrong, I didn't expect that you are such a beautiful and lovely oriental beauty. ”

Zhou Jia turned her gaze away suddenly, she was a little disgusted with this kind of Middle Eastern man, not to mention machismo, and thought that she had an extraordinary demeanor and could charm all beings. And the dedication for no reason made her feel uncomfortable.

Before the atmosphere in the car became awkward, Zhou Jia looked at the windows with one-way glass, but unfortunately the rain outside still did not lighten, she asked: "I stay at the Zen Road Hotel at 425 Massachusetts Avenue, can you trouble the driver to take me back?"

Hattie pressed the audio intercom next to his seat with his finger and said a few words in Arabic to the driver in the driver's seat in front of him, and the limousine moved slowly.

On the way, he passed by an "Airbus bus" stop, looked up at the bus that had been suspended due to the bus drivers' strike, and said: "Actually, this aerodynamic suspension bus system is really not suitable for Washington, D.C., they are all antique-like buildings, and they look nondescript together, which is not as pleasing to the eye as New York." The United States is also a strange country, talking about scientific and technological innovation, when it comes to the application of technology, whether from officials to the people, the attitude is quite conservative, everything stops, the construction project is always opposed and protested by local residents, and a suspension bus has been repaired for five years, which is really inefficient. In the eastern cities, it is fine, but in some places in the west, it is even more exaggerated, and it has not changed for two or three hundred years, and it seems that because of the lack of a long history, they cherish everything that exists, and the buildings that have been in existence for dozens of years have been protected. As everyone knows, there is no future for a city without development. ”

Zhou Jia knows that Masda City is a model of the "City of the Future", a desert oasis praised by everyone.

She asked rhetorically: "The city of the future is just a concept. It's not that people are conservative, and the comfortable life that most people pursue is actually very ordinary, and it is by no means a high-tech oasis. What Lancer has created so far is also technology that is close to the people, and what Lancer wants to build is not a lonely tower in the sky. ”

Hatti looked at Zhou Jia, raised one eyebrow, and said, "If this is Lancer's propaganda slogan for the external public relations department, it is very reasonable, but it doesn't seem like it came from the mouth of you, a top biological scientist. The world is not created by the so-called majority of people, the world is made for a handful of geniuses chosen by God. ”

After moving the gods out, Zhou Jia asked unceremoniously: "If Masda City is so perfect, presumably you don't need to cooperate with Lancer!"

Seeing Zhou Jia so aggressive, he almost laughed: "It's not because Chris's promise to me is too tempting." By the way, I haven't seen her for a long time, and I heard that she went to the sea again to find excitement, and I really admire her vitality. ”

Zhou Jia always felt that the atmosphere was not right, she looked out the car window, the car drove from 17th Street into H Street, next to Lafayette Square opposite the White House, she asked in surprise: "This is not the way back to the hotel, where are you taking me?"

"It's going to my hotel," he explained, but in an unmistakable tone, "and it's coming soon." I like the cosy place where we can sit and have a good talk!"

Zhou Jia's gaze was pulled back, things were developing in a direction beyond her control, she really didn't like this feeling, and said a little impatiently: "Please let me get out of the car." ”

"I said, I like to talk in a comfortable place......"

She straightened up and said, "I'm going to get out of the car......"

"I thought Dr. Zhou Jia, like me, wanted to find Chris as soon as possible?" he said in an aggravated tone, "Seems I misunderstood?"

As soon as the words came out, Zhou Jia looked at him in shock.

In this way, it is not a coincidence that he appeared in Washington.

He knew Chris was gone, no, gone.

What else does he know?

Doubts and uneasiness in Zhou Jia's heart are like the unpredictable clouds in the sky, constantly surging, casting a shadow.

Hattie changed her seat, leaned back in her chair, and said no more.

At the intersection where 16th and H streets meet, the car stopped. This intersection is also known as the "White House Crossroads" because it is located on the same central axis as the White House. Just across the street from the White House is a five-star hotel, the Adams Licorice Hotel. It has a well-known motto, "You can't see anything, but we only have the White House here." This Italian Renaissance-style western-style building is a great location overlooking the White House.

As soon as they got out of the car, they were surrounded by bodyguards. Hattie walked in front, and Zhou Jia followed slowly. Like a gust of wind, he walked into the lobby of the hotel.

Inside the hall are large cubic pillars of mahogany, and the dome is painted with a collection of elaborate frescoes. In addition to the crystal ceiling, there are four wall lamps on each column, making the space appear more empty. In front of the mirror in the corner is a small oval table with an old-fashioned dial telephone, a pen and sticky notes with the name of the hotel, and a small transparent glass vase with five white roses of different sizes inserted next to it.

In the center of the hall is a large round table with a large antique round table, on which a vase is filled with a large bouquet of elegant flowers, white roses, white stars, white hydrangeas, white bellflowers...... It's all white with green dragon leaves adorning it.

The foreman in the lobby greeted him warmly and said respectfully and naturally, "Welcome back." ”

Hattie swept past him, replacing "thank you" with a seemingly smiling expression.

The foreman followed the escort to the elevator room, and the moment the elevator door closed, he bowed and saluted, which was enough to treat the distinguished guest first.

Zhou Jia stood behind Hatty, standing in the middle of the tall bodyguards, looking even weaker.

In the small confined space, she noticed that a strong smell of Arabic spices had penetrated her nose, which was not unpleasant, because the smell was too complex for people to get used to for a while.

The elevator stopped on the top floor, and there were no other guests in sight, and all the rooms here were covered with hatty bags. They came to the end, and the bodyguards opened the door for them, letting Hattie go in first, and then Zhou Jia.

This room is reserved for the top guest of honor, Hatti, and has the best views of the Washington Monument, the Jefferson Memorial, the Potomac River, St. John's Cathedral, and ...... The master bedroom has a window facing the White House and a small balcony that you can walk out onto overlooking the White House.

The room is particularly spacious, much larger than many five-star hotels in the United States, with a dining room, living room, master bedroom, guest bedroom...... Full of Italian flair, everything is gorgeous and elegant except for a touch-screen LCD TV installed on the fireplace.

Hattie walked to the master bedroom and the door suddenly opened from the inside.

In the room were several masked women in black robes. Zhou Jia couldn't tell whether this was his wife or a maid. (To be continued.) )