"It's so damn, I can argue with him every time." Allen leaned on the seat with a depressed look on his face, and the helicopter had taken off.
Xu Chuan comforted her together, "It's normal. I have a cousin like this, and I want to beat him every time. But if you fight with Kewen, I will definitely help you deal with him."
Xuela sat on the side and pushed him gently. It was not just the three of them on the plane, but it was not good if it was passed to the ears there.
Xu Chuan looked at her and smiled. This woman was kind-hearted and was too careful. Kewen was not the same as herself and could not become friends. In their perception, they were either friends or enemies, so there was no difference between being careful.
But this woman's attitude is very correct and she should be rewarded.
The helicopter started landing in less than fifteen minutes, which was shorter than the time they had to go from the hotel to the airport. It was like taking off their pants and farting.
The Furcher's manor is located at the junction of Maryland and Pennsylvania. The manor is surrounded by large green spaces, and there seems to be a large lake behind it. Xu Chuan estimated it slightly and based on the width and depth of the entire manor, it takes at least two infantry companies to defend the front.
Tsk, damn rich man.
The helicopter landed on the apron in front of the manor, and the brother and sister of the Furchi family were already waiting.
It was the first time the two families met, and Cowen and Mason acted like old friends.
The Marg Ferchi stood quietly beside him and hugged Carlioppe, looking like a lady from a family, but Xu Chuan had seen her artistic photos and was really unsatisfied with her current appearance.
The staff of the two families were dressed well, but compared to the formal outfits worn by Allen and Coven, the Furchi brothers and sisters were wearing more casually.
But the color is just like Xu Chuan thought, either beige or gray or black, which made him look black.
Several people greeted him without any nutrition and then started a commercial blow. Xu Chuan walked behind with Xuela's waist, "Don't you like black?" Xuela asked him in a low voice, the guy's eyes were full of disgust.
"I like Black Silks very much."
"Ha~" Xuela couldn't help but laugh.
Everyone cast curious eyes at them. For the first time in this life, Xuela showed an embarrassing smile because she became the focus of attention. Xu Chuan just spread her hands, "You guys keep going, why are you watching me?"
He just watched the opening show in such a wealthy drama, so don’t stop.
Several people had different eyes, and Alan was smiling all over his face. As expected, he was just right to bring him.
Although the expressions of Kewen and his wife did not change, their eyes showed mockery.
The expressions of the Fauci brothers and sisters are equally wonderful, but they are more curious.
The group walked into the house in the center of the manor, which looked full of classical atmosphere, which was much warmer than outside.
The decoration in the house highlights one word that is quaintness. Even the layman Xu Chuan can see that some furniture and furnishings are from the Victorian era.
Well, including the carpet they were stepping on under their feet, the owner of this house was pretending to be in this luxurious and low-key way.
Since that was the case, Xu Chuan of course rubbed the soles of his shoes on the carpet, rubbing all the dust and soil stuck along the way on the carpet.
As the owner of this place, Mason is of course obliged to show the history of his family. He held a glass of whiskey that had been poured on. "Welcome to the cottage of the Furcher family. I must introduce you to the whiskey specially made by the Furcher family. I believe that this was made by my great-great-great-great-grandfather for Abraham Lincoln."
Several people exclaimed, and Master Xu didn't know how to spit out, 'Anyway, Lincoln can't stand up from the memorial hall to refute, right?'
In his opinion, it was like inviting someone to eat fried noodles in Beijing, and then saying that our sauce recipe came from the 16th century was speechless.
The more they lack, the more they say. No matter how they go forward, they can only reach Mayflower at most.
Xuela took a bite and her eyes lit up. It seemed to feel pretty good, but Xu Chuan didn't have such a good taste and he couldn't drink.
The meeting between two families or two interest groups is actually the same throughout the world. No matter what, you have to find a way to suppress each other. This is to lay the groundwork for what will happen later. Now, whoever shows weakness will be at a disadvantage in the negotiations afterwards.
Now it seems that the Allen family is at a disadvantage. This upstart with only 50 years of history is a little scared in front of the century-old family of Fauci.
Kewen, the so-called heir, is actually a little uninspired, far worse than Mason, who looks a little nervous. Some topics cannot be taken up at all, and his wife's conversation with Margo was completely crushed. After all, not everyone likes classical literature.
As Alan looked like he was not concerned about his own affairs, Xu Chuan knew that this person was even more unprofitable, whether it was literature or art.
Xu Chuan held the cup and leaned against the wall next to the window to watch the show. It was much better than soap opera. He wrote down all their conversations and had the material for filming a TV series next time.
Xuela was also pulled into the topic group by Margaret. Unexpectedly, she knew more about literature than Kowen's wife. At least she didn't answer, which surprised Xu Chuan.
"Mr. Grylls, is it the wine that is not right?" Mason finally focused on Xu Chuan.
He picked up the cup, "Sorry, I'm allergic to alcohol."
Alan, who was on the side, interrupted, "Yes, this guy doesn't usually touch alcohol."
"Sorry, it was my mistake." Mason apologized politely, and then asked the servant to prepare a glass of water.
Xu Chuan waved to the servant, "Don't bother, just give me a bottle of Coke, thank you for adding ice."
Alan was on the side, "Get me a bottle of beer again, thank you." After following the example, the man began to let himself go.
Kewen was sitting on the sofa and his face turned dark. The youngest brother in the family was really worried.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "It seems that I have neglected the guests." Mason apologized. The guy was wearing a turtleneck and glasses on his face. His temperament was still very literary and artistic without getting sick.
"No, I'm looking outside. Is there a horse farm there?" Xu Chuan asked, pointing to a fence in the distance.
"Margo has raised a few foals, and she likes to ride horses." Mason had a smile on his face. "I'm different, I like to raise pigs."
No matter how the other party conceals Xu Chuan, he feels a little nervous.
Just as they were saying all kinds of insincere words and temptations, Dr. Hannibal was driving a car with a tracker installed to Somerville, Virginia again.
He was busy all night yesterday, and only returned to Baltimore in the early morning this morning in the dark. He used some means to hypnotize the FBI intern Miriam Rath.
After more than a year of training, the intern's spiritual world had long collapsed. This time, Hannibal reorganized her collapsed spiritual world like building blocks.
And these are just to surprise the person in the dark. He felt that since the other party installed a tracker, he would of course monitor his whereabouts in real time. This time he suddenly went to Virginia, and the other party would definitely follow him.
However, the accident was such a coincidence that Mr. Xu was destined not to see the gift he had carefully prepared this time.
After more than two hours of driving, Hannibal reached his destination. He kept observing the cars on the road, but found no suspicious vehicles.
‘It seems not easy to deal with.’ After getting off the car, he walked towards the cabin. He firmly believed that the other party must be using some method to monitor him.
Time passed by minute by minute, and it took almost four hours for the elegant ogre to be calm from the beginning to the present.
There was no change in the surrounding environment, no cars or people appeared, only the bitter cold wind blew across the valley.
‘Did I be exposed last night? This is impossible.’ Hannibal fell into deep self-doubt.
No matter what, he was very sure that no one was following him now, which means that his so-called plan and small surprise were all gone. This feeling was really not very good.
After coming out of the cabin, Hannibal walked towards his car, and he could only tell himself that it was an accident.
Getting into the car and twisting the key, the engine made a buzzing sound, then it turned off, and tried several times and it was all the same.
"What the fuck?" Dr. Hannibal said a rare swear word.
This is not the bustling city center. You can get a taxi with a wave. This is the forest of Somerville. Hannibal slapped the steering wheel hard, and the elegance on his body was completely gone. "Damn it, it's really a ghost."
At this time, Xu Chuan was riding a black horse while holding Xuela in the horse farm of Fuqi.
Xu Chuan raised the reins in his hand and said to the nervous woman, "Don't worry, am I holding it?"
"How is that possible? It was trying to bite me just now." Xuela said with lingering fear.
"Don't worry, it won't be there now." After saying that, he reached out and slapped the horse on the head, making the horse with pure bloodline sniff, "You think so?"
Seeing that the horse did not respond, Xu Chuan slapped again, "Speak!"
Xuela was amused and crying, "Don't bully it, how could it speak."
"This guy is very smart, bullying the weak and afraid of the strong." It is hard to understand why you can see in the eyes of a racing horse. The emotions of Hexi for thirty years, thirty years, Hexi, you, with the surname Xiao, will not wear the wrong place.
Not only Shera, but even Allen was stopping himself from using violence on a horse, "Brother, this is a good horse, it's totally wrong for you to do this."
"The IQ of mature horses is equivalent to that of seven-year-old human children. They have their own emotions, are jealous, jealous and comforting." The person speaking was Margo Fauci. When Xu Chuan showed interest in this horse farm, she said in time that she could take them to visit.
This happened to be an opportunity, so he, Shera and Allen came out of the house that always made people uncomfortable.
This woman is well educated. She stroked the horse's neck, and then the horse tilted its neck and rubbed it against her. It was obvious that she was expressing her grievances. She was really a sperm.
Xu Chuan led his horse around the horse farm. In fact, there was a dedicated person here to take charge, so Xuela would not be in danger at all.
"Can you do it yourself?" Xu Chuan handed the reins to Xuela, who was already impatient. She felt so stupid that she was being led.
"Of course, I learned it, too."
“When did I learn it?”
"At seven or eight years old."
Xu Chuan twitched his mouth, hugged the horse's neck directly and said in his ear, "You are very smart, right? Remember, run slowly, otherwise I will kill you."
He obviously felt the horse trembling, "Damn, do you really understand?" He just tried it, not really thinking it could be so smart.
To be continued...