Chapter 1495 The Old Man in the Hospital Bed

Someone came to invite him, but Zhou Qingfeng was not easily moved by it. Several bodyguards in black suits did not press further, but stood three or five steps away and waited silently.

Ai Jielin, who was sitting on her forehead, raised her head slightly. Seeing Zhou Qingfeng looking at herself with a questioning expression, she sighed and explained: "They belong to my father, and my father controls everything about me. You last night Playing so much and messing up my life, go see my father as compensation."

The French girl was half begging and half explaining, and Zhou Qingfeng was also reasonable. Although last night was a dewy marriage, but at least it was her daughter's day, so it didn't seem like an excessive request to meet her father. Especially since he was having a good day.

Get up, go... Ai Jielin changed her coat casually, but she looked quite refreshed. Zhou Qingfeng took Safiya, a captive Green Sect slave girl, with her. The girl suffered a serious injury last night, and it was difficult for her to walk, so she needed someone to help her.

After getting in the car, Safia probably fell asleep lying on Zhou Qingfeng's lap after being frightened all night and extremely exhausted. Sitting on the other side of Zhou Qingfeng, Ai Jielin seemed to have changed her sense of this obedient female slave, and she asked, "Give me your female slave."

"Hmm." Zhou Qingfeng responded irrefutably, but then asked back: "Ai Jielin, you are obviously a high-class lady, why did you stand at the door of the hotel where I stayed yesterday and held up a sign to protest?"

Ai Jielin grinned wryly, "You want to say that I shouldn't do that kind of work, right? In fact, our TV station only wanted to shoot a few background shots of you being protested, but the actress we hired temporarily couldn't make it halfway. So I can only be the program director."

Hearing the position of 'Program Director', Zhou Qingfeng grinned in surprise. Ai Jielin was very happy to see his surprised expression, and continued with a smile: "You idiot, you actually thought I was an intern. And I didn't expect to meet you, let alone you would drag me into the car. "

"You have to thank that actress who broke the appointment halfway through." What else could Zhou Qingfeng say, the whole thing was an oolong of oolongs.

Ai Jielin pursed her lips, and she was also quite proud, "I made a video call to the actress and said that I would reward her with 10,000 euros. She was so happy that she was going crazy, and then asked me why? After learning what I missed , she stayed like a fool in the video, almost crying."

After telling the story behind the 'protest incident', the French girl laughed happily. The moment when she reveals her true temperament is natural and friendly, if she has a spirit, it is touching.

Sitting on the side, Zhou Qingfeng couldn't help but grabbed her and kissed her painfully. The two men and women actually made out with each other all the way, holding hands while waiting to get off the car, really like a couple.

The bodyguard drove away from Tuvali's manor,

On the way, a helicopter even came to drag Zhou Qingfeng and others away. Ai Jielin is used to this, Zhou Qingfeng can also calm down. Only the female slave, Safia, was trembling with the bodyguards, and she was holding on to Zhou Qingfeng's clothes on the helicopter.

The helicopter flew east, circled Paris and landed near Reims. Zhou Qingfeng could see large tracts of grape farms from the sky, and Ai Jielin said that there are more than 20,000 vineyards and more than 100 champagne breweries here.

Not surprisingly, Zhou Qingfeng arrived at a winery. In clear weather, the scenery of the winery is quite beautiful. Blossoming fields, endless vineyards, elegant and simple century-old villas, the air seems to be full of strong champagne fruit flavor.

The bodyguard led the way and brought Zhou Qingfeng into a small stone castle, which had a lot of medieval decorations. He was asked to wait after he entered a living room. The bodyguards left the stage one by one, Aijielin said that she was going to change clothes, and even Safia was asked to go to the room where the servants stayed.

There are many classical oil paintings hanging on the walls of the living room, and there are some sculptures in the corners. A few thick wooden tables and chairs are placed among them. The post-it notes on the table even have special emblems printed on them. Zhou Qingfeng sat down casually, and felt quite comfortable.

After being aired for a full hour, Zhou Qingfeng felt bored and impatient, and a door of the living room opened with a bang. First, a few servants came in, followed by a mobile high-end hospital bed.

Lying on the bed was a horrible old man in hospital gown, with thinning hair and wrinkled skin. He was dying not only with a bottle hanging from his nose, but also with a straw in his nose and relying on a ventilator to maintain his life. The hospital bed was pushed by several nurses to Zhou Qingfeng's side, no wonder it took so long to get out.

Behind the hospital bed is Aijielin who has changed into a dress. This French chick looks stunning in a plunging dress. She is elegant and dignified, and her ladylike demeanor is fully revealed, like a fairy coming out of an oil painting. It was a far cry from how she looked yesterday.

Zhou Qingfeng really never expected it! I seem to have met some kind of incredible family, the kind that is particularly compelling!

"Hello, Mr. Lin. I think you prefer to be called Victor Hugo? I'm Saron Likus, Ai Jielin's father." The old man on the hospital bed reluctantly raised his hand to Zhou Qingfeng .

Zhou Qingfeng hurriedly stepped forward, held the old man's hand and said in greeting: "Hi, Mr. Likus, nice to meet you."

"Oh hehe..." The old man on the hospital bed shook his head mockingly, "I'm not very happy to see me, young people nowadays have long forgotten who I am? Because I'm so old, God may call me at any time."

"I don't think so. You are the chairman of the board of directors of Société Générale, the controller of the France-Dutch consortium. Your industries cover energy, transportation, aerospace, media, etc. You don't need to be known by ordinary young people, you just need to Just take over their lives."

At least Zhou Qingfeng had learned about the real France from Guoan, and a few simple words finally saved him some face. The old man on the hospital bed looked at the daughter beside him, and Ai Jielin shook her head and said, "I didn't tell him this, I just met this guy yesterday. But he... is very special."

"It's not easy for my sweetheart to tell you that you are special." The old man in the hospital bed grinned, "I have more than a dozen children, but Aijielin's temper is the one that gives me the most headache. I once asked her what she wanted What kind of man to marry, but she said she wanted to marry Napoleon."

When talking about his child's funny story, the old man on the hospital bed smiled happily, Zhou Qingfeng's mouth twitched as a polite response. On the contrary, Aijielin's complexion collapsed, not only unhappy, but also very angry.

"Young man, sit down. I want to have a good chat with you." The old man on the hospital bed pointed to the tables and chairs in the living room, and the servants immediately brought the chairs over to Zhou Qingfeng, and set up a coffee table for him, and sent him Have a cup of coffee.

"You're an actor, aren't you?"

"Actually, I'm not an actor."

"Oh, great. I don't have a thing for actors either."

"It is said that you have an airline."

"Yes, I do have a good airline."

"I also have an airline company, which has always been my pride. But my men told me that my airline company is not as big as yours."

"You can compare me to a bank or something, at least I don't have a bank yet."

"Hahaha... It's really nice to have a bank, and it can even be said to be great. I recommend you to open one immediately, it must be fun."

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The chat-like meeting lasted for more than half an hour, and the old man's physical strength couldn't hold it anymore. He complained again that he was too old in distress, but in the end he asked endlessly: "Son, I am quite satisfied with you. I want to know, are you willing to marry my daughter?" 8)