Paris, Charles de Gaulle Airport.
After more than ten hours of flight, the plane landed smoothly.
Although it was already late at night in Hua Xia, due to the time difference, France had just ushered in an ordinary afternoon.
The warm sunlight shone on this beautiful land, and a gentle breeze blew.
Lin Ruoxi, who had slept for a while on the plane, did not feel too tired. After all, compared to her usual work, going to work, and attending meetings, this kind of flight was nothing.
Of course, Yang Cheng did not feel tired at all. When he stepped on the land of Europe, the smile on his face disappeared. He could not help but feel emotional as too many things from the past appeared in his mind.
The two of them walked together to the exit of the international arrival. Lin Ruoxi was only carrying a Prada shoulder bag. After all, there was a branch in Paris. Most of the things could be prepared on the spot, so there was no need to prepare any luggage. On the other hand, Yang Cheng did not care about anything. He was empty-handed, and the two of them were quite relaxed.
Along the way, he was still telling some inappropriate adult jokes to her. When he suddenly got off the plane, he stopped talking and walked in silence. Lin Ruoxi could easily sense the change in Yang Cheng.
Turning her head, she glanced at the man beside her who suddenly had a complicated expression. Lin Ruoxi had a feeling that he was more real this way.
Lin Ruoxi could not help but ask, "What are you thinking about?"
Yang Cheng subconsciously wanted to take out a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket, but he immediately realized that smoking was not allowed in the airport. He smiled and said, "Nothing, just some ridiculous things. But it's all in the past now."
Lin Ruoxi did not ask much. She knew that the "ridiculous things" that Yang Cheng mentioned were definitely not the past that he wanted to talk about.
"By the way, who's the person who's picking us up?" Yang Cheng asked casually.
Lin Ruoxi led the way and said, "It's the director of the European branch. His name is Goodman."
"Goodman? GOODMAN？ That's an interesting name. Is it a man? "Yang Cheng asked.
"Of course, women wouldn't choose such a name either." Lin Ruoxi said, "His mother is from Hua Xia and his father is French. He was born in England and spent many years in Hua Xia. He used to be my senior. Because his ancestors were princesses of the royal family, even though he had lost his title, he was still considered a noble. When my grandmother was still alive, she personally promoted him. After working in Zhonghai for a year, he was appointed as the director of Europe. After I took office, I only met him twice. Since our branch happens to be in Paris, he said early that he would come and pick us up. "
Yang Cheng rubbed his nose and muttered, "Another senior … and a mixed-blood too. He must be very handsome … Ruoxi darling, it can't be another Zeng Xinlin, right?"
Lin Ruoxi frowned. She always felt uncomfortable talking about Zeng Xinlin. It could be said that she had cruelly killed an old friend.
"Goodman is different from Zeng Xinlin. He doesn't have much ambition in his career. He's more like a romantic Frenchman who enjoys life. He cares about his noble bloodline and doesn't care about money, "Lin Ruoxi said.
Yang Cheng laughed, "You only met him twice and you already know what kind of person he is?"
"I'm good at reading people," Lin Ruoxi said confidently. She added in her heart, I just don't understand your thick skin.
Yang Cheng smiled evilly and didn't refute.
After walking for about fifteen minutes, the two finally arrived at the exit. There were people everywhere waiting to pick them up. However, the two immediately found a sign with Chinese characters printed on it, "Yu Lei International."
Almost at the same time, Yang Cheng also saw the 'mixed-blood' that Lin Ruoxi mentioned, Goodman.
Dressed in a white suit, Goodman indeed had an extraordinary appearance. Although his hair was black, he had the distinct contours of a westerner's face, as well as his slightly greenish-blue pupils. He was tall and sturdy, at least half a head taller than Yang Chen. His back was extremely straight.
The genial smile on his face made him appear natural and reserved. His noble temperament made the tourists from the surrounding countries, be it men or women, glance at him from time to time.
When Goodman saw Lin Ruoxi appear at the exit in a black dress, his eyes lit up and the smile on his face grew wider. However, he didn't act abruptly. Instead, he slowly walked forward and opened his arms, wanting to give Lin Ruoxi a hug.
Lin Ruoxi didn't reject such etiquette. After all, in western countries, hugging and touching each other's face wasn't too much and didn't mean to offend anyone.
However, before Lin Ruoxi could open her arms, a figure flew into Goodman's embrace …
"Haha, you're too kind. Hug hug hug hug …"
Lin Ruoxi's gaze was a little dazed. She saw that Yang Cheng, who was behind her a moment ago, was now hugging Goodman and patting his back affectionately.
Goodman was also a little dumbfounded. His expression was stiff. When he saw who he was hugging, he was even more shocked and hurriedly moved away.
"You … You are …" Goodman asked in Mandarin.
"He's Yang Cheng, the director of our newly established entertainment company. This time, he was supposed to be the representative of the headquarters, but he doesn't have any experience. Since I'm here to inspect the situation in Europe, I came along," Lin Ruoxi explained on behalf of Yang Cheng. She didn't plan to reveal their relationship.
As a matter of fact, Lin Ruoxi couldn't open her mouth at all. What Yang Chen did was too embarrassing. The way he hugged Goodman earlier was treated as a joke by many of the tourists.
Goodman was experienced and immediately understood what was going on. He sneered at Yang Cheng's' childishness' in his heart. Maintaining his charming smile, he said, "Mr. Yang, it's an honor to meet you. I didn't expect you to become a director at such a young age. You must be extraordinary. My name is Goodman. Nice to meet you. I'll definitely treat you well in France this time. I hope you'll have a good time. "
"You're so polite." Yang Cheng revealed a satisfied smile and opened his arms again. "Come, let's hug again."
Goodman was embarrassed. He smiled stiffly. "Haha, Mr. Yang is really humorous. Let's go out first and talk in the car. I haven't seen Ruoxi for a long time. We should catch up. "
Lin Ruoxi couldn't stand it anymore. She walked up and secretly tapped on Yang Cheng's back, hinting him not to go overboard.
Yang Cheng was depressed. This guy didn't even call me 'CEO' but 'Ruoxi'. I'll be doing him a favor if I don't give him a punch.
Sima Zhao's intentions were clear to everyone. This guy wasn't interested in Yu Lei International, but he was interested in Lin Ruoxi. Romance required both a man and a woman. What's there to be romantic about if he's a man?
After exchanging greetings, Yang Cheng followed Lin Ruoxi and Goodman out of the airport. While Goodman asked if Lin Ruoxi was tired from the journey, he also tried to get close to Yang Cheng.
"May I know where Mr. Yang worked in the past? You should have good work experience, right?" Goodman probed.
It was rare for Yang Cheng to leave the airport. He was busy lighting a cigarette. He had been sullen along the way. When he heard Goodman's question, he answered vaguely while flicking the flame of the inferior lighter, "I used to sell mutton skewers in the west district of Zhonghai. You probably haven't been there before. It's quite flat, not high …"
Goodman almost fell to the ground. His mouth twitched as he said, "Oh … Really … Really … So it's the F&B industry."
Lin Ruoxi's pretty face was frosty. She pretended that she didn't hear anything and quickened her pace to the car.
Goodman had spent a lot of effort to get a Bentley limousine. The interior of the limousine was luxurious and versatile, just like a mobile luxury hotel. Moreover, the color scheme was extremely elegant, which made it very attractive to women. More importantly, he obviously knew that Lin Ruoxi would like this car because Lin Ruoxi drove a Bentley.
After the three of them got into the car, Goodman ordered the driver to go to the Paris Sofitel Hotel which was a famous five-star hotel. Those who could stay there were either rich or powerful.
"Recently, there have been rumors in Paris that a terrorist organization will come to disrupt the Fashion Week and attack some rich businessmen and politicians. Although it's just a rumor, we have to be careful. I've specially brought four bodyguards to protect you in the dark. It's safe and comfortable. "After getting into the car, Goodman pointed at a Mercedes-Benz S500 following behind. Obviously, there were bodyguards in that car.
"You're still as thoughtful as before," Lin Ruoxi said casually as a form of affirmation. When she heard the word 'bodyguard', she silently glanced at Yang Cheng who was sitting opposite her. This guy was casually rummaging through the fridge in the car, preparing to open a bottle of red wine.
With him around, there shouldn't be any danger at all … Unknowingly, perhaps because she had seen Yang Cheng resolve the problems easily too many times, Lin Ruoxi always felt that as long as Yang Cheng was around, she would be safe.
"Haha! Bingo!! Found it!! "
Yang Cheng shouted happily in the car. He took out a bottle of red wine from the fridge and immediately opened the packaging.
"I'm glad that Mr. Yang likes it. This is a Margarita specially brewed in 82 years. There aren't more than ten bottles in the entire Paris. If I wasn't acquainted with the owner of the winery, I wouldn't have been able to get my hands on this wine," Goodman said proudly.
In the blink of an eye, Yang Cheng had already unscrewed the cap, and the fragrance of the wine filled the car. It was indeed different.
Although Lin Ruoxi didn't like wine, she could smell how precious the wine was. She liked Goodman's effort. It wasn't that she didn't know that it was impossible for her to be with Goodman, but it didn't mean that as a woman, she wouldn't dislike a man trying to please her.
However, just as Lin Ruoxi was about to grab a glass of wine for Yang Chen to pour some for them on the way to the hotel, Yang Chen's next action made her completely give up on the idea. "Gulp … gulp …"
Under Goodman's astonished gaze, Yang Chen picked up the bottle of wine, opened his mouth, and started gulping it down!
Lin Ruoxi clenched her teeth. It wasn't that she found it a pity that the bottle of wine was wasted, but she couldn't understand why this guy would always do such a thing!
Goodman's jaw almost dropped to the ground. A bottle of rare wine worth tens of thousands of euros was wasted by this uncouth man like it was a cheap orange soda!
"I'm sorry, Goodman. Yang Cheng has always been like this. He didn't mean to make things difficult for you," Lin Ruoxi felt sorry for Goodman. After all, he had spent a lot of effort to get this wine. Anyone would be unhappy if they drank it like that.
Goodman was annoyed, but he quickly smiled and waved his hand. "It's good that Mr. Yang likes it. There are still two bottles anyway. Ruoxi, I'll open one for you."
Lin Ruoxi nodded. She glanced at Yang Cheng from the corner of her eyes and saw that he had already finished half of the bottle of wine. The satisfied look on his face was extremely absurd.
"Hehe, I'm sorry. I didn't know that this wine was so expensive. Why don't I pour some for you? We can all drink together." Yang Cheng burped and said with a smile.
"It's fine. This bottle is for Mr. Yang!" Goodman said politely. He was cursing in his heart. Do I have to drink your saliva?! Then, he went to get another bottle.
Yang Cheng stuck out his tongue and licked the red wine that was dripping from the corner of his mouth. He smiled evilly and said, "I think you shouldn't open the bottle for now. Let's see where we are going first. Why do I feel that this isn't the way to the Sofitel Hotel …"
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