A Boeing 777 landed on the airport runway named after the former French leader with a huge engine sound. It was not until the plane entered the apron and stopped. The cabin door opened. The passengers also began to walk one after another. Get off the plane.
"I felt so hurt when I was sitting on the plane." Yan Murong was wearing a casual sportswear, complaining and stretching her waist. She looked at Song Wanxin, who was standing aside with a pale face. She smiled. "No, it's not. Even the first time she was going to be. You don’t have to feel so uncomfortable when you take a plane.”
"I----I'm just a little scared." Song Wanxin stroked her chest with one hand and said. "Especially when taking off and landing, it's too bumpy. I'm afraid it will fall."
"Fortunately you didn't say it on the plane." Yan Murong smiled. "Or you would have to be beaten to death by someone else."
"But I'm just scared." Song Wanxin defended and asked. "Mr. Yan, where are we going now."
"Of course I'm going to find a place to eat and take a break first." Yan Murong smiled and said. "I don't understand French at all. It depends on you."
"No problem." Song Wanxin responded crisply.
After spending the fifteenth day in Yanjing, Yan Murong took Song Wanxin on the plane to Paris. Originally, Yan Minghua meant to let him take her private plane. But when he met Yan Murong, he always sacrificed his life and money. The master finally chose to take an airline flight.
Paris is the capital and largest city of France. France's political, economic, cultural and commercial center. It is second only to New York and London and Tokyo's fourth largest international metropolis. Paris has been retained in its development since the Middle Ages. The marks of the past, even the layout of some streets with the oldest history, also retain the original style. Compared with China, a country like the one that only knows how to remove the old and build the new, the French attached great importance to history and cultural relics. Very high.
This place is also called the most romantic city----Of course. The French are also a romantic race. Some wives even choose to cheat because they cannot get the romance of their husbands. However, they cannot use cheating here. Two words, but looking for romance. Similarly, the wife cheated. In the eyes of the French, it was not the wife's fault. It was the man's fault. Because he did not understand romance--------------------------------------------------------------------------- Romantic. Just like there is no turkey on Christmas Eve and no pumpkin on Halloween.
“Many foreigners.”
Standing at the airport gate, Yan Mu couldn't help but sigh.
"Puchi." Song Wan couldn't help laughing. Her beautiful little face was a little more bloody than when she got off the plane. "Mr. Yan. Here, it seems like we are foreigners."
"I just talk casually." Yan Murong smiled awkwardly. This guy is his first time abroad-----Oh. Of course, the island country does not count. It also belongs to Asia. The island people also have yellow skin and dark hair. If they weren't shorter, they wouldn't be much different from Chinese people.
Yan Murong did not bring any greetings. Song Wanxin brought a handbag. Both of them were a little tired from flying. So they took the taxi parked at the airport gate to carry passengers.
"You ask the driver. Where is the best hotel here?" Yan Murong said.
"Okay." Song Wanxin responded and started chatting with the middle-aged French uncle who was driving. The smooth French language made Yan Murong's tongue feel a little knotted. She didn't understand a single word. I have to admit that French is really nice.
"Soft Hotel." After a while, Song Wanxin looked at Yan Murong and said. "This hotel is only twenty-five kilometers away from the airport and less than eight kilometers away from the city center. It is very suitable for sightseeing. How about it But this is a five-star hotel. The price is very expensive."
Song Wanxin's tone was a little excited. Although what she said in French was no different from the local natives, she came to France like Yan Murong. It was the first time she lived in such a five-star hotel. It was even the first time she was staying in a five-star hotel. The first time in.
"Just here." Yan Murong nodded with a smile. "Money is not a problem. Isn't anyone reimbursed this?"
Seeing Yan Murong nodding in agreement, Song Wanxin quickly started talking to the driver. Then the two started chatting with each other. Yan Murong sighed in her heart---It turned out that it was not just Yanjing's. Brother can talk. The same is true for French brothers. What is depressing is that his hearing is obviously good, but he is not much worse than deaf at this time.
I have to say that the taxi drivers in France are very good. They don’t speed or detour along the way. It took nearly half an hour to reach their destination.
This time, Yan Murong came to France. He didn't bring anyone else. There was only Song Wanxin who was responsible for his translator. Of course, Xiaoshe and Yang Duo would still follow him. But they usually don't show up. They just The darkness is only responsible for protecting him.
As soon as the taxi was parked at the hotel, a waiter in a red uniform came over immediately. He respectfully opened the door and greeted the two of them. He took the initiative to take the bag from Song Wanxin's hand. It made people sigh that the service was enthusiastic enough. .
After coming to the front desk, Song Wanxin felt a little embarrassed. The decoration here is delicate and luxurious. The price is absolutely ridiculous. For a moment, Song Wanxin was a little hesitant. Should she buy one room or two rooms?
After hesitating for a long time, she looked at Yan Murong and asked, "Mr. Yan. Let's open a few rooms."
"Do you open one." Yan Murong said with a smile. "You ask if there is a presidential suite here."
"Ah. Presidential Suite." Song Wanxin looked at Yan Murong with surprise. "Do you really want a presidential suite? It's too expensive."
Yan Murong doesn't understand French. Song Wanxin can no longer understand what she understands. The hotel brochure placed on the front desk says it. There is a presidential suite here. It's expensive. It costs 3,500 euros for a day to live. Synthetic Huaxia The currency is 35,000 yuan. After she now becomes Yan Murong's secretary, she has a salary of more than 20,000 yuan a month. She can only open an hourly room. It is not enough to live for one day.
"The presidential suite costs 3,500 euros per day." Song Wanxin reminded.
"It's a bit expensive. But it doesn't matter. Just need one." Yan Murong nodded. It hurts a little. He thought. This time, that woman Mogana must be reimbursed. No matter how much she said this is hers. I came to help her in terms of food, clothing, housing, transportation, food, drink and fun. She should have all the food, clothing, clothing, food, drink and entertainment.
In the spirit of a big shot, Yan Murong resolutely chose the presidential suite.
"Mr. Yan. Is it you?"
Just as the two of them took out their passports and registered. Yan Murong was about to swipe their card to pay the money, a slightly surprised voice came from behind.
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