Chapter 1314: Being Routine

Simon was also tired, so he chatted casually with Mo Wuling who was beside him, and didn't say much more. This made Mo Wuling, who was originally nervous, feel guilty again, wondering whether he didn't want to get along with him, or whether he was annoying.

The convoy did not return to the manor in the southwest corner of Dayang Mountain, but came to a pier by the Taihu Lake.

At the pier, a three-storey antique ship about 60 meters long is waiting.

This was the idea that Simon came up with when he visited the West Lake with Lin Su in Hangzhou during the Spring Festival last year. The West Lake couldn't accommodate such a big boat, so he placed it in Taihu Lake.

After getting off the car, Chen Qing began to introduce: "We bought the Jingjiang shipyard and mobilized the best team to build this ship for the boss. It is 62 meters long, 13 meters wide, and has a displacement of 2,500 tons. The design style, but the main body is still steel structure and composite materials, and there are few woods, so it is not fireproof, but the design is still very beautiful.”

Speaking of which, he has already boarded the deck along the gangway.

Sisters Jiang Shanwu and Jiang Yuanchi led a group of uniformed maids and guards on the deck. Mo Wuling, who was silently following behind Simon, looked at the maids and guards quietly in the night light, and found that they were all quite beautiful. His appearance is no worse than hers, and he is inexplicably disappointed.

She couldn't help thinking that she was probably crazy, but he, he was so smart, he must have seen her thoughts.

Is it too late to escape now?

Before Chen Qing gave instructions to the attendant team, she entered the cabin with Simon. Mo Wuling heard behind him that she wanted to take a bath first, and seemed to be talking to her, asking her to take a bath first, and then Have a meal.

bath?

Thinking of this, Mo Wuling couldn't help but think of the luxurious underground swimming pool in the mansion in Mao'er Hutong.

Can hold a lot of people!

Thinking wildly like this, Mo Wuling also followed a maid into the cabin, and was taken to a suite on the second floor. The maid patiently and carefully introduced her, and personally helped her put hot water in the bathroom.

There is a high probability that I will live here tonight.

Because the ship had already sailed, Mo Wuling was embarrassed because she purposely docked once. Although, through the porthole, she saw another smaller yacht leaving the pier along with the cruise ship, and probably remembered that there was another yacht on the pier just now. Three similar yachts must have come out, they should be guards or something.

So again remember the identity of a certain man.

Simon Westeros, the richest and richest person in the world, last year's "Forbes" list, his personal wealth was 1.3 trillion US dollars, while China's gdp last year was only 960 billion. Because of this wealth, obviously, the other party is also one of the most powerful few people in the world.

As Mo Wuling was soaking in the bathtub, a word came to mind.

Moths to the flame.

She herself was that silly moth.

Moreover, this is not more serious, because there is another silly moth, her niece.

The strong entanglement and guilt in his heart made Mo Wuling hesitate whether to immerse himself in this vat of warm water, but unfortunately he still couldn't summon up the courage in the end.

Putting on a bathrobe and leaving the bathroom, the waitress brought over the clothes just now.

From the inside out.

Knowing that this was the custom around him, Mo Wuling didn't refuse. He picked it up and changed into a very homely style, a close-fitting and pretty turtleneck sweater, a pair of white trousers underneath, and black high-heeled shoes on his feet.

When he was getting dressed, he secretly felt angry. A man who always gives women clothes, hmph, is obviously not a good man.

Then was taken to the restaurant.

Mo Wuling thought that he still washed long enough, but he waited for nearly half an hour before someone appeared with Chen Qing.

Chen Qing's hair was slightly wet, her face was rosy, and her clothes had obviously changed. Obviously, she didn't do anything good.

Hateful man.

The three sat down.

It was a small restaurant with a long table, two people sat next to each other on one side, and Mo Wuling sat on the other side, so he felt strangely wronged.

After the grievance, the problem was discovered again.

There were four or five maids standing beside the three of them, but there were no Jiang Shanwu sisters that Mo Wuling was familiar with. Having lived in the mansion in Beijing for so long, Mo Wuling knew that the two girls were Chen Qing's most powerful confidantes. On the other hand, the two sisters were not short of scheming. How could they miss this opportunity to get in touch with the big boss?

Was it sent to do other things?

This kind of self-deception was quickly shattered. As soon as the dishes were served for a round, the two sisters appeared again, each holding a dish, skillfully replacing the two waitresses who had been staying beside Simon and Chen Qing.

Mo Wuling looked at the past pretending to be unintentional.

The two girls also changed their clothes, and, even if it wasn't as obvious as Chen Qing's, the blush on the two delicate faces was still obvious.

Messy guy.

"A Ling, is there anything you particularly like to eat?"

Chen Qing's voice sounded from the opposite side, and Mo Wuling cheered up quickly, and glanced at the table full of famous dishes from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, obviously specially prepared because of his coming, the top ingredients, top cooking, she couldn't fault it No problem, so I nodded: "It's all good, sister Chen."

As she spoke, she gestured to a serving of Snowflake Crab, and the waitress next to her skillfully put one on the dinner plate for her.

In fact, I am not used to it, and I would rather come by myself, but I still do as the Romans do.

Seeing what she said, Chen Qing smiled and said: "Let's keep the snowflake crab bucket, as well as the drunken chicken and fish soup, and send the rest to those girls, so that they can eat well and cheer up. Tonight

The performance is not good, but I want to drive people away. "

Mo Wuling was curious about who those girls Chen Qing was talking about, and saw the waitress stepping forward to remove the other dishes on the table except Chen Qing's named ones, and finally understood why she asked that question just now.

Immediately there was a second batch of dishes served.

Seeing her strange expression, Chen Qing said: "The boss finally came here once, and it must be more generous. By the way, you have been writing the script of "To Youth". If you have any questions, can you talk to the boss?"

For "To Youth", Mo Wuling had many problems.

However, facing a certain man at this time, I don't know where to start, as if all the problems suddenly disappeared.

Seeing Mo Wuling's speechless appearance, Simon smiled and said, "You can develop this project by yourself. I'm not familiar with your youth, so I don't want to point fingers."

Hearing what her boss said, Chen Qing understood that it was still the strategy of self-defeating martial arts.

Exile with the flow.

Mo Wuling remembered the two songs he wrote specially for this project, "You at the Same Table" and "Youth Without Regrets". He only talked about the quality of these two songs, how could he not understand them.

Just now, he and Chen Qing had been chatting about various topics in a low voice on the opposite side, and she was basically unable to get in. At this time, there was finally a topic that she could talk about, and she reminded herself to be reserved, but she couldn't help but said: "I think you You must be very familiar with those two songs, Simon, how did you get the inspiration?"

Simon wondered: "What?"

Seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, Mo Wuling's eyes widened slightly.

This is, forgot?

Chen Qing reminded: "Boss, it's "You at the Same Table" and "Youth Without Regrets."

Simon nodded suddenly: "Oh."

When Mo Wuling saw the man on the other side answered, he lowered his head to deal with the lion's head in front of him, and suddenly lost confidence again. It turns out that I can even forget about him here. Then he found another reason for him, he was so busy, it was only natural to forget about it.

The flowing dinner changed for five rounds. A man and a woman on the opposite side were eating and chatting, obviously having a good time, but Mo Wuling was a little bit clueless.

After dinner, I followed Simon to the third floor of the cruise ship, where a group of gorgeous Yingying and Yanyan were already waiting.

Mo Wuling glanced over, and there were twenty or thirty girls.

Only then did I know who those girls Chen Qing was talking about.

She has also been in contact with the Guofeng Art Troupe. The group in front of her is obviously not the same, but they also have similarities. They are all young beauties, youthful and beautiful, with a soft figure. In comparison, Mo Wuling, who is not yet 25 years old, is actually I feel like an old woman.

Mo Wuling belongs to the kind who doesn't know much about someone's preferences, so he just thinks that men really like young ones according to common sense.

Simon walked through the spacious hall, leaned down on a couch at the edge, looked around admiringly, and pointed the two girls to his side without hesitation, and hugged them in his arms.

Seeing this, Mo Wuling couldn't stay any longer, went up to greet Chen Qing, turned around and left, intending to go downstairs to his guest room to rest.

Also a little disheartened.

What my family entrusted to me is not human, not human.

When Mo Wuling left, Chen Qing called a team leader of Yingying and Yanyan in front of her to explain, and also came to the couch, and drove the two little fairies beside Simon to the other side, leaned up and bit her. In the boss's ear, he whispered in English: "Boss, why are you so indifferent to A Ling? Isn't this in line with your style?"

Simon held two slender and petite girls with one arm on his left at the same time, and also spoke English: "What's my style?"

Chen Qing didn't answer, but said: "Boss, can't you see that Ah Ling likes you."

Simon shook his head slightly, and said softly, "It's the hardest thing to bear the grace of a beauty."

Chen Qing paused, then realized: "The boss did it on purpose?"

Simon smiled and didn't explain any more.

Simon's attitude towards the women around him is actually different.

A bit more vividly, just like Su Shi, a great writer in ancient China, for his wife, Su Dongpo could still write a touching quatrain such as "Ten years of life and death, two boundless" ten years after Wang Fu's death. Those who are pregnant can also be given away at will.

Similarly, for Simon, he will give a considerable response to a woman with whom he has real feelings, just like Grace, Simon likes some taboo stimulation, but he will not have any thoughts on Grace's daughter Rita . This is not to say that Simon's bottom line or something, just a very straightforward outlook on life: give me a peach, return a favor.

Of course, Simon can feel Mo Wuling's pure throbbing towards him like a girl in his first love, but because of Zhu Momo, he still thinks it's best to keep a distance. He has no shortage of women, so why let a silly girl sink deeper and deeper beside him.

The sound of silk and bamboo sounded in the hall.

Sensing that Chen Qing who was next to her was about to leave, she knew that this girl didn't want to be like the two vases on the other side, so she called to her: "Suddenly I have an inspiration, ask someone to carve a seal for me."

Chen Qing leaned over again curiously: "What is it?"

Simon smiled and said: "Just engrave four characters, pity the playboy, this will be my private seal from now on."

Chen Qing nodded with a smile, and bit her boss's ear again: "Give me an hour, and besides, boss, there are 28 in total here, and they are guaranteed to be original. Do you want to stamp them all tonight? How many styles?"

"You really think I'm Superman?"

"Heh, doesn't the boss often say that he is an alien, we small earthlings can only look up. In this way,

I asked someone to engrave 28 styles and send them to see how many the boss can use tonight? "

"If you want to count like this, 28 is not enough."

"Yeah, I understand, add 3 more."

When Chen Qing left, Simon was enjoying the classical dance called "Like a Dream" in the field, and ordered two girls to come up to fill the couch. He happened to notice the eyes of a goblin who had been obediently cuddling to the left just now, He smiled and asked in English: "Can you understand English?"

The girl nodded, raised her delicate oval face, with a bit of care and flattery, and said in equally proficient English: "Mr. Westeros, my name is..."

Before he finished speaking, Simon pressed a finger on two lips.

Simon changed his Chinese and said with a smile: "There is an old saying in China, that is why we have known each other before meeting each other. I think it is very good."

Simon is a person who cherishes the fragrance and cherishes the jade, but at the same time, he also wants to pursue a state where there are thousands of flowers that do not touch his body. Don't know the name, maybe there won't be much connection after tonight.

This is actually good for both parties.

The girl nodded lightly, and waited for Simon to retract her finger, then stuck to him again, and said softly: "Mr. Poppy · Listening to the Rain", can I sing it to you later?"

Simon thought for a while, remembering that it was Jiang Jie's "Youth Listening to Yuge Upstairs", and nodded: "Okay, but this seems to be a very sad word?"

The girl's eyes became brighter: "Mr. Westeros, do you know this poem?"

"Yes," Simon nodded, and read softly: "Sorrows and joys are always merciless. A drip before a term will last until dawn. A short poem, a few words, has written a person's life. I like it very much. The beauty of the Chinese language is truly astonishing, as if the time is passing by in front of you.”

The little beauty in her arms opened her mouth slightly, and when Simon finished speaking, her expression was full of admiration: "So the rumors are true, Mr. Westeros, you are proficient in Chinese culture."

Simon felt the tenderness of the girl in his arms who was only pasted by a few layers of dance dress and veil, and said with a smile: "The problem is, you are so beautiful and so young, why did you choose Jiang Jie's sad song "Yu?" "Beauty" to arrange music?"

The girl's eyes were shining, and there was still a little admiration in her expression, she didn't know if it was true or not, and said, "Mr. Westeros, because my name is Yu Tingyu."

Simon: "..."

This is, being tricked?

goblin!