The exquisite luncheon in the lobby on the first floor of the small foreign building is about to begin. The glamorous Gong Qian, the charming Ye Qing, the youthful, beautiful and energetic Ye Zixin, Zhou Chongan, and Zhang Xi who came happily are chatting happily.
, asking from time to time where the beautiful dishes on the table come from?
Zhang Xi's beautiful wife Sharapova introduced them one by one very thoughtfully, and her Chinese became more and more fluent. Gong Qian and others were not only impressed by the novelty, but also admired Sharapova's intelligence. When they learned that Sharapova
After it was the American chairman of the Oriental News Agency, Gong Qian and Ye Qing looked at each other and immediately understood the mystery. They looked at An Yi who was chatting in a low voice with Zhou Chongan and Zhang Xi.
Chu'er, who was sitting between the petite and charming nurses Mai Mai and An Yi, was very worried. Seeing that everyone was chatting affectionately, but no one was talking to her, she felt very uncomfortable.
Xiaomai, who has a pretty oval face, is quite restrained, but she is worried that Chu'er, as the hostess, will be left out, so she has the courage to quietly introduce to Chu'er the situation of Zhang Xi's wife, Sharapova, and tells Chu'er that the blond
The charming Belarusian beauty with blue eyes is now the administrative vice dean of the medical school and a foreign language professor at the Polytechnic University.
Chu'er has gotten used to a lot of things in the past few days. After An Yi can sit up, he allows Mai Mai and other nurses to eat together. There is never any talk of superiority and inferiority, and there is no air of being a general. Every time he is invited to eat together,
Xiaomai and others felt very happy, talking to each other easily and on an equal footing, and discussing many issues. However, there were too many guests today. Xiaomai felt a little restrained, and Chu'er felt uncomfortable.
Shen Fengdao came up behind An Yi, leaned closer and reported in a low voice: "That Mr. Wen went back to the Jiangnan Hotel in Hudong and changed into a white suit, and came here holding a bunch of roses to ask for an audience."
Zhou Chongan and Zhang Xi, who had already learned what happened in the morning, stopped talking and looked at An Yi with a grin. An Yi shook his head helplessly and whispered: "Forget it, if you refuse him to come in again, I don't know what will happen."
...Invite him in, I want to meet this guy too."
The orderly quietly added a chair under the long table facing An Yi, and quickly placed dishes, chopsticks, knives and forks for the guests to choose freely. Paul Wen, who was tall, handsome, fair-skinned and looked personable, quickly entered the door and excitedly
After glancing around, his bright eyes immediately landed on Chu Er's astonished face.
Some people were surprised, some were smiling, and some were full of doubts. They all looked at this persistent uninvited guest. An Yi waited calmly with a smile on his lips. The spacious hall where there were whispers and bursts of chuckles just now suddenly became very quiet.
Paul Wen seemed to have remembered the social etiquette, and looked away from Chu Er's face in embarrassment. Holding a large handful of roses, he bowed to everyone in a gentlemanly manner, and quickly said an apology and greetings in English:
"Dear ladies and gentlemen, please forgive me for disturbing you uninvited. It is a great honor to meet you all in this quiet and beautiful place!
I am Paul Wen, a Chinese-American and a good friend of Ms. Ou. Although some unpleasant things happened on the sunny morning, it did not affect my respect for you and my love for the beautiful place of old Nanchang. The misunderstanding in the morning was just a
...A small episode, yes! A small episode."
Zhou Chongan and Zhang Xi looked at each other and then at Ou Chuer, who looked embarrassed. They both stood up politely and welcomed Paul Wen in proficient English. Zhang Xi invited Paul Wen to lunch on behalf of Anyi and thoughtfully introduced Wen to Paulo Wen.
Paul led him to a seat and sat down, friendly and told him not to be restrained.
Paul Wen thanked him repeatedly and sat down happily. Just as he was about to pick up the knife and fork, he suddenly found that the ladies were still standing politely. He stood up again in a hurry, apologized repeatedly and asked everyone to sit down. In embarrassment, he
Suddenly remembering the roses in his arms, he quickly walked to Chu'er on An Yi's right, and expressed his hospitality in English:
"Chu'er, this is for you, isn't it beautiful? I didn't expect that a backward place like Old Nanchang would have such beautiful and precious flower varieties. It's a pity that the quantity supplied is too small. The roses in the flower shop opposite the hotel were taken away by me.
One person bought it all, here! Chu'er, you are ten thousand times more beautiful than this delicate rose!"
"Thank you! But Paul, don't you think it's boring to do this?" Chu Er took the large handful of roses in panic and annoyance, turned around and handed them to the orderly behind her.
Paul Wen quickly caught up with the orderly, grabbed the roses, looked around, inserted the blooming roses into a beautiful white porcelain vase with his own hands, held the vase and carefully placed it on the low cabinet against the wall behind Chu Er, cherishing it very much.
After fiddling with it for a while, he returned to Chu'er and whispered a lot of English to Chu'er who had already sat down:
"I know that coming uninvited makes you a little uncomfortable for a while, and I also know that my sudden appearance offends the young general next to you who has a heavy army and kills people without blinking an eye, but I can't suppress the longing for you in my heart, and I can't bear it.
I can't see your heart-wrenching suffering every day... I'm sorry! I shouldn't have spoken out so many feelings in my heart in front of so many people. Please forgive me for being abrupt, and forgive a boiling heart that is as uncontrollable as a volcano...
"
"Shut up, Paul! If you still respect me and all my friends here, please sit down and have lunch quietly. You can also leave and go back to where you should be and wait to see me in the evening.
Father." Chu'er glared at Paul Wen angrily.
Paul Wen smiled coquettishly, turned around and walked to his seat in the eyes of everyone's smiles, sat down and muttered:
"Fortunately, most of the people here don't understand English. Fortunately..."
Chu'er was so frightened that she looked at An Yi, who was shaking his head frequently. In shame, he could no longer hold back the embarrassment and anger in his heart, and said loudly to Paul Wen, who was smiling and proud and wearing a napkin:
"Paul, your actions and words make me ashamed of you! You are so self-righteous, you... Well, let me give you a detailed introduction:
This Miss Gong is the sister of General An and the director of the Central Party Department of the Nationalist Government. Although she is tolerant and kind and has not criticized you, she knows exactly what you are talking about; these two are Miss Ye Qing and Miss Ye Zixin,
She has attended a girls’ school run by the Shanghai Church since she was a child. Sister Ye Qing’s
My younger brother, sister Zixin’s brother Ye Yeliang, is your classmate at Harvard Business School; Mr. Zhang Xi, the financial director of Southern Enterprise Group, has a double bachelor’s degree and a master’s degree in finance from the University of Michigan, and his wife, Miss Sharapova, is an American
Russian by birth, he was born into a noble family from Tsarist Russia who moved to the United States.
, who speaks his native language, German, French and English, is now the chairman of the most famous Oriental News Agency in China; this is Mr. Zhou Chongan, a Ph.D. in economics who first came to the UK and then France to study, and is the general manager of Jiangnan Enterprise Group.
English, German, French and other four languages; even my future
My fiancé, An Yi, can also communicate in English proficiently. Although he is bedridden now, he has been reading the English version of Clausewitz's "On War" and Lesnov's "Social Contract". I understand.
Right? Your attitude is very rude, and I feel...ashamed of your words and deeds."