Zhou Qingfeng and Ai Jielin left openly, and no one mentioned the Shatush shawl just now. Those reporters had a higher political sensitivity than any assistant to the Ministry of the Interior. They soon realized which one was more important and had no interest in reporting at all.

"How did that idiot become an assistant to the Minister of the Interior?" Zhou Qingfeng wandered in the hall of mirrors, drinking and eating some delicious food. This kind of banquet was quite novel at the beginning, such as Safiya, who had never seen any world, was enjoying it, but it was too boring for Mr. Zhou to come.

Ai Jielin kept laughing, but she wasn't so happy. The habitual, professional, and subconscious smile was obviously a long-term etiquette. She could easily distinguish the identity of each guest and introduce everyone's background and power relationship to Zhou Qingfeng.

"I have been to the best school, with the best teachers, and even my classmates are among the top ones. I was asked to be an elite, and the ones I came into contact with must be elites."

Ai Jielin kept raising her glasses to a guest at a dinner party in the distance, and there was no shortage of etiquette. "I am in a ruthless world and do not accept mediocre people. You just ruined the future of that guy, and someone would definitely report to the senior management afterwards.

If the guy had not had a strong background, he would soon be removed from his post and thrown into a place for retirement, and he would never have the possibility of turning back. Because nothing could be hidden from people like my father's class, who were cold, ruthless, and without mercy, and were the real master of this country.

And if you don’t want to encounter the same fate, everyone must do their best at all times. Therefore, politicians will not express their opinions at will. Over time, they will create many shadows. No one will easily touch the shadows, and everyone is waiting for others to make mistakes. This life is very boring."

The higher the person, the less he will take action, but once he takes action, he is often fatal. There are very few people like Zhou Qingfeng who always provoke trouble.

After hearing Ai Jielin's words, Zhou Qingfeng thought of various chronic diseases in various countries. He casually said that France's welfare and religious issues were related, but Ai Jielin did not respond. Obviously, she was not trying to point out these things.

Zhou Qingfeng came to attend the dinner because of Ai Jielin's request, but except for two idiots at the beginning of the dinner, he didn't think the dinner was of much significance.

Others are socializing. Celebrities in the political, business and cultural circles are either getting to know each other or deepening their relationship. However, Zhou Qingfeng has no interest in knowing too many people. Even if Ai Jielin keeps introducing high-ranking officials to him, he still lacks interest.

Halfway through the dinner, Ai Jielin's brother Ronal appeared in front of Zhou Qingfeng again. After chatting for a few words, the two mentioned the matter of automobile patents. Ronal still wanted to spend money to obtain the entire technical authorization and completely exclusively buy out.

Without saying anything, Zhou Qingfeng refused again. Ronal was still very polite, and he was not angry even if he was refuted. He left after caring for his sister a few words.

When music started to play in the hall of mirrors, Ai Jielin leaned against Zhou Qingfeng's chest and walked into the dance floor. As the two slowly moved their steps, the woman suddenly felt hot and asked the man as if she mustered up all her courage: "Lin, are you willing to marry me? I'll ask you very seriously."

Zhou Qingfeng was stunned and never expected to answer such a question under such circumstances.

Ai Jielin seemed afraid of hearing answers she didn't want to hear, so she rushed to continue: "I know you are rich and have a strong status, with a mysterious and profound background. I know you are very strong, but you always need me.

We haven't known each other for a long time, but I feel that you are the only one who can save me. Although I am a nobleman in France, I also yearn for a free life one day, a life that is as casual as you, and a life that is not restricted, and I don't care about the media and the powerful.

I have always wanted to live an ordinary life, and you must think this is ridiculous. But a fate that has been decided since birth is actually not good at all. I..., I..."

Ai Jielin has been there, but after a long time, she couldn't get any response from Zhou Qingfeng. There was only a slightly surprised face in front of her, without any enthusiasm, and without any urge to hug her or kiss her.

He didn't love me, Ai Jielin, still had a lot of thoughts in his heart, but halfway through, he felt empty in his heart and asked quietly: "I can't get what I want, but I don't want surround me. Hahaha...!

OK, I know you can't marry me. I'm actually kidding you, and I want to try the performance. How do you think I confessed to…?”

Ai Jielin smiled with tears in her eyes, unable to hide her sadness, covered her eyes and lowered her head and said, "I want to go and put on some makeup, this is so ugly."

Zhou Qingfeng didn't know what to do during the whole process. He told him rationally that it was beneficial and harmful to get in touch with Ai Jielin. For ordinary people, the benefits outweigh the disadvantages, but for him, the disadvantages outweigh the benefits.

Uncle Zhou had already gotten into the rabbit's house, so he never thought about getting a Gaul chicken again. He was not strong enough to sway between two big hooligans.

For Ai Jielin, Zhou Qingfeng just thought it was a friendly match with many night stands. He didn't know that this French girl was so uncontrollable that she wanted to surrender. Seeing her hunched over and running away crying, many people in the mirror hall glared at Zhou Qingfeng.

Zhou Qingfeng felt very embarrassed and hurriedly chased Ai Jielin's back. However, there were several pairs of men and women standing in front of him in the dance floor, and he couldn't force it away violently. He turned left and right before he went to find that Ai Jielin? That French girl disappeared!

Ah..., it's really a hell.

Zhou Qingfeng was not familiar with Versailles Palace, and this palace was ridiculously big. He left the hall of mirrors and searched everywhere, but he didn't know where Ai Jielin, who was still crying just now, had gone?

At the dinner guests came and went, but Zhou Qingfeng bumped around like a headless fly. He asked the palace staff. After a long time, a waitress suddenly came over and said, "Mr. Lin, if you are looking for Sister Ai Jielin, please come with me. She needs you now."

Zhou Qingfeng did not doubt that he was there, so he hurriedly followed. Although the Palace of Versailles only has two floors, there are nearly seventy stairs, more than two thousand rooms, and more than a dozen main places. He walked around in it, his pace was rushing, and soon he didn't know where he was?

The waitress brought Zhou Qingfeng into a room. He hurriedly walked in but didn't see anyone. At this time, his cell phone rang, and the number was called by Ai Jielin. Zhou Qingfeng, who was standing in the room, heard a woman's crying after answering the phone.

"Ai Jielin, where are you? I apologize to you. I was a little confused just now. But this doesn't mean I don't love you." Zhou Qingfeng was thinking about how to coax a woman.

But Ai Jielin on the phone kept crying and sobbed, "Lin, run quickly, leave Versailles Palace quickly and leave France."

Zhou Qingfeng immediately felt nervous, and he quickly turned around and looked at the door. The door was quickly closed, and the waitress who brought him sneered at him through the gap in the door.
Chapter completed!