Chapter 737 Can You Send Someone to Pick It Up? !

Mr. Khalifa, wearing a white Arab robe, stretched out his arms and walked towards Fu Huaian's direction with a smile.

"Mr. Fu, my friend..." Mr. Khalifa opened his arms and hugged Fu Huaian politely, with joy in his eyes. "I am very happy that you agreed to come over!"

Fu Huaian nodded politely, his masculine and profound facial features were extraordinary and handsome.

Arabs and Westerners have naturally deep eye sockets and three-dimensional facial features. Fu Huaian stood with them. I don’t know if it was because of the high eyebrow arch and deep eye folds, but his eyes were actually deeper than theirs...

A straight nose, thin lips, and a strong, well-defined jaw all reflect the masculine charm of a mature man.

Because helicopters were landing one after another and the sound of the propellers was loud, Mr. Khalifa had to get close to Fu Huaian's ear and speak: "Many friends from the financial industry are here tonight. They know that Mr. Fu is coming and can't wait to get to know Mr. Fu." …”

The moment Mr. Khalifa accompanied Fu Huaian came in, it was enough to attract people's attention.

Everyone in the upper-class circles of Dubai knows that Mr. Khalifa is famously arrogant in the circle. How has he ever gone out to greet someone like this, and even personally brought someone in!

Some people are speculating on Fu Huaian's identity, and some people have seen Fu Huaian on the news two days ago, whispering about Fu Huaian's major incident in which Wall Street stirred up troubles and caused global stock market shocks.

Mr. Khalifa’s private party was nothing short of extravagant…

In the indoor fountain, there was a hot girl standing in the water, wearing only a bikini, getting soaked, twisting her body and dancing seductively to the music.

The blonde girl in sexy clothes had a seductive look in her eyes as she walked. She passed by Fu Huaian, the smell of perfume filling her nose.

On the dance floor, men and women held wine glasses, twisted their bodies to the music and DJ's rhythm, and talked and laughed.

There were bodyguards guarding the stairs, as if no one could go up. Fu Huaian asked Xiao Lu to wait downstairs, and he went up to the second floor with Mr. Khalifa.

The second floor is like a place for a small group gathering at a dance. Four men with extraordinary bearing are sitting on the sofa talking about financial issues. There are no beautiful beauties to accompany them. The music and lights are the same, but they are completely different from those downstairs. A different atmosphere.

From a distance, Fu Huaian could already recognize the executive vice president and chief financial officer of the World Bank, the CEO of the British Financial Services Authority, and two well-known rich people in Dubai.

When Fu Huaian was in the United States, he came into contact with Jude Holt, the Executive Vice President and Chief Financial Officer of the World Bank. At that time, Jude Holt was still a member of the board of directors of the British Financial Services Authority. Fu Huaian knew him back then. He was not in the pool, but he didn’t expect to become the CEO in just a few years.

"Everyone..."

As soon as Mr. Khalifa took Fu Huaian over, Jude Holt stood up with a smile and extended his hand to Fu Huaian: "Mr. Fu, we meet again!"

"Mr. Holt..." Fu Huaian shook hands with Jude Holt, who was several years older than him.

Fu Huaian's suit is straight and his body is straight. His eyes and brows are full of the calm self-confidence accumulated through years of hard work in the business. The calm aura of a successful person can make people intimidating even if he raises his hands and feet. He is full of aura.

Mr. Khalifa introduced three other people to Fu Huaian, and they sat down to continue the discussion on financial issues. Because Fu Huaian joined, Jude Holt asked Fu Huaian for his opinion. He didn't say much, but he couldn't say anything. It was bloody, the language was simple and capable but the analysis was extremely thorough, and several people couldn't help but nod their heads.

As soon as Mr. Khalifa served the wine, Jude Holt shouted: "Who else does Mr. Khalifa want to drink today?! The last time he served this wine was at Mr. Khalifa's place. I fell unconscious after two drinks!”

Mr. Khalifa laughed: "This is a gift from Mr. Fu!"

Fu Huaian nodded.

"Then let's borrow Mr. Fu's wine to toast Mr. Fu..." Jude Holt toasted to Fu Huaian humorously.

Fu Huaian did not refuse, nodding and clinking glasses.

After three drinks, Jude Holt pulled his collar uncomfortably after two drinks as he said, and told Mr. Khalifa that he needed to borrow a guest room to rest.

The other two are also very drunk...

Mr. Khalifa was very clever and asked his men to invite four blond and blue-eyed beauties to take Fu Huaian and the others to rest, saying that they would leave tomorrow morning. The meaning was self-evident.

Fu Huaian pressed his temples and calmly moved away from the blond beauty to support his hand. He said to Mr. Khalifa: "Let my assistant come up and help me. My wife will check on you at any time!"

Jude Holt admired Fu Huaian's loyalty to his wife from the bottom of his heart, but he couldn't control himself. The other two wives originally had four wives, so they couldn't understand Fu Huaian's behavior of rejecting the beauty.

Mr. Khalifa did not force himself and asked Xiao Lu to come up and help Fu Huaian go to the guest room to rest. The beauty who originally thought he could spend the night with Fu Huaian only acted as a waiter and brought Fu Huaian to the door of the guest room. He was hoping for a chance. He wanted to go in but was politely stopped by Xiao Lu, feeling disappointed.

Xiao Lu closed the door. Fu Huaian, who was still slightly drunk just now, stood at the end of the bed and took off his suit neatly. He took out his phone and took a look... Lin Nuan was still sleeping peacefully.

He untied his tie and asked Xiao Lu, "Where is Zhe Qin?!"

Xiao Ludian turned on his mobile phone, glanced at Fu Huaian and said, "We have landed on Nasser's private island!"

Taking off his watch and placing it on the bedside, Xiao Lu immediately stepped forward and took off the silicone watch on his right wrist and handed it to Fu Huaian: "The clothes are all in the bathroom... The workers repairing the kitchen sewer will leave on a yacht in five minutes."

Fu Huaian glanced at the time and pressed the timer, then said to Xiao Lu: "I'll be back in forty minutes!"

Fu Huaian went into the bathroom, took off his shirt and trousers and threw them out. He turned on the shower head and the faucet and filled the round bathtub with water. The heat quickly blurred the frosted glass. Fu Huaian adjusted the phone and placed it on the marble washbasin. With his fingers He curled his knuckles and touched Lin Nuan's delicate facial features on the screen.

Xiao Lu opened the door ten minutes after Fu Huaian left. Seeing a bodyguard guarding the door, he said, "I'm sorry, our husband needs clothes. I have already informed the hotel that Mr.'s clothes have been prepared. Can I send someone to pick them up?" ?!"

Mr. Khalifa had confessed that Mr. Fu was his distinguished guest, and the bodyguard did not dare to neglect him. He nodded to Xiao Lu, rolled up his sleeves and said something in Arabic. When he turned around and saw that Xiao Lu was still there, he looked questioning: "Is there anything else you need, sir?" ?!"

"Our husband is used to having a late-night snack after taking a bath. Can you please ask the kitchen to prepare a late-night snack for our husband and deliver it in 30 minutes? No need to bother, just small wontons! Also, I don't know if there is green tea. Our husband is used to taking a bath. It’s time to drink tea…”

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