Angry

The first class cabin of an international flight is expensive, but comfortable, although comfortable, high cooling, he is not in the mood to enjoy anything, he is full of thoughts and only wants the plane to arrive in France as soon as possible, as soon as he gets on the plane, he finds his seat and takes out a thick stack of materials and looks through it. This stack of materials was collected in the cold during the waiting time, and the long flight time could not be wasted.

The notebook was put aside, and when the flight was stable, he still had several cooperation plans to do, the first of which was the green food cooperation plan with Brother Biao, obviously, just cooperating with Brother Biao did not seem to be the ultimate goal of Gao Leng.

In his thick stack of materials, the general English materials are about green food, and the other small part is the information of several domestic restaurant giants.

Suddenly, a burst of fragrance wafted over, it was a faint fragrance of gardenias, elegant and pure, Gao Leng raised his head and took a look, slightly surprised, sitting next to him was actually the Korean super popular artist Song Qiao. Song Qiao is four years older than Gao Leng according to his age, but his appearance is very delicate, and he can't tell that he is an elder sister.

Song Qiao's early TV series was popular in the empire, it can be said that almost every girl has watched that love tragedy film, at that time, she was blown as a goddess in the news, and now looking at it like this, Gao Leng feels that the media really didn't blow her, her skin can be blown and broken, and her body is bumpy and convex, although she is small but very material.

She is not very photogenic, she looks much better than in the camera, Gao Leng thought, nodded politely at her, took out the business card and handed it to her, in his memory, Koreans are famous for understanding etiquette, the girl in it has to bend down slightly and shout Oba when she sees a man, but she didn't expect that after Song Qiao stretched out his hand to take the business card, he just nodded coldly at Gao Leng, and seemed to frown slightly, and the bag in his hand was immediately taken away by the assistant and put away, looking like he wanted to keep a distance from Gao Leng.

Han Xing, Qing Gao Qiuqiu, Gao Leng sneered, the Korean entertainment industry is rotten, he is an insider, not to mention that the Korean wind has blown violently in the past few years, this Song Qiao has been popular for too long at first glance, and she is afraid that someone will say a few words to her and ask for an autograph or something.

Gao Leng didn't pay any more attention, turned his head and continued to read the information.

Ding Dong Ding Dong twice, two text messages in a row, Gao Leng glanced at it, one was from Lu Yajun, very brief: next chance to have a friend to pick up the airport, this person is my old friend, if you encounter any problems that cannot be solved by law in France, look for him.

The problem that the law cannot solve, and that is the French underworld.

The other one was sent by Su Su: The housekeeper will pick up the airport, I think there are many people at the airport, Miss Mu is injured and needs to recuperate, I want her to wait for you at the villa, and the housekeeper will tell you other specific situations.

Beijing flew to France for about ten hours, ten hours is a long time for others, but it is not enough for Gao Leng, after quickly reading the information, he opened his notebook and began to write plans and cooperation. The original owner, Gao Leng's English is excellent, and Gao Leng also inherited his knowledge after being reborn, so he is handy when making English plans.

For ten hours, the big star Song Qiao next to him occasionally looked at Gao Leng a few times, and was a little impressed by his rapidly typing English.

"This gentleman, you are writing this" The journey was boring, and finally, this originally high-faced Miss Song couldn't bear the boredom and took the initiative to speak.

"I'm working." Gao Leng didn't raise his head, and replied coldly. He didn't have time to talk to this Korean star, especially the big star who was still tall just now. Gao Leng's first business now is to bring Mu Xiaoleng home, and the second business is to quickly develop his career and see if he can help Mu Zhengtang.

When he's busy with business, he doesn't like to be disturbed.

Song Qiao's face collapsed in embarrassment, and he didn't speak again. The two of them had nothing to say all the way, Gao Leng was busy for ten hours, wrote several plans, and closed the notebook when the plane landed. His body was already different from ordinary people, and ten hours of work was nothing to him, and he was still full of energy. On the side, Miss Song Qiao looked tired.

To be precise, almost the entire crew of the plane looked tired.

Long-haul flights, not so easy to sit on.

As soon as I got off the plane, it was humid and warm, it was raining in Paris, and the climate was similar to the autumn of the Empire. As soon as they arrived at the pick-up port, a group of people who provoked them looked sideways.

Yishui'er's black suit, Yishui'er's 1.9-meter-9 man, Yishui'er looks like a Mexican. Lao Mo's bodyguard, who is very famous in Europe, one of the bodyguards held up a sign with a sign that read: Gao Leng.

"The underworld." Behind him came the whispering of an imperial compatriot, and then heard Song Qiao and their mighty group of people in Korean, which is probably also the wave of people.

It's really eye-catching, and at first glance, it is Lao Mo's bodyguards who have formed a group to pick up the plane, a proper power clan.

Gao Leng strode over, and there was a middle-aged man standing at the front of this group of Mexican bodyguards, who was from the empire, and when he saw Gao Leng coming over, he hurriedly stretched out his hand: "Mr. Gao, you are much more handsome than in the photo." "Mr. Lu did things really safely, and sent the photos over early to facilitate the pick-up.

"Mr. Gao, here." At this time, a very familiar voice came from not far away, Gao Leng raised his head and looked over, only to see the old housekeeper of the Su Su family walking over with a smile, followed by four or five entourages.

Good guy, there are more people who pick up Gao Leng than a bunch of VIPs, and the group of people huddles around and walks towards the parking garage, the old housekeeper has been walking by Gao Leng's side, whispering everything that happened to Mu Xiaoleng after he came to France, listening to Gao Leng's steam, his hands clenched into fists and creaked.

"Lu Gaofei, rice field suffers." Gao Leng read a sentence, hating it to the core.

As soon as I arrived at the parking garage, I saw four Hummers and two Audi R8s, parked in unison, the Hummers were obviously driven by the group of bodyguards sent by Lu Yajun's friends, and the Audi R8 was driven by the housekeeper and his party.

"Damn, this young man is coming from no matter what, he comes to pick up the plane as if he is going to fire." The imperial compatriots who walked all the way behind him couldn't help but sigh, their voices were a little loud, and the group of bodyguards standing beside Gao Leng looked over together.

The man didn't know how to walk at all, he stood awkwardly, and after a few seconds, he bent down again and again, and ran towards his car with a puff of smoke.

"Where did this man come from?" Song Qiao muttered, took out the business card that was cold to her before, and she didn't put it in her eyes and looked at it, and the agent next to her hurriedly came over, flipped the business card to the back, and the back was in English, and read: "General Manager of Xingsheng Magazine." ”

"It's just the general manager of a magazine, so good?" Song Qiao walked to pick up her car, her car was parked next to the Humvee, the BMW 7 Series, just like a tractor.

"What a pity! You just sat next to him! This person must be from a big place, and he is from the media, and your next step is to return to the empire, but it's a pity, it's a pity! The agent next to Song Qiao regretted that his intestines were about to break, and Song Qiao's face also showed a rather regretful expression, and he smiled at Gao Lengwei.

Gao Leng glanced at her, ignored it, turned around and stretched out his hand to the old housekeeper: "Thank you for coming to pick up the airport, thank you for your hard work, you send me the address of the villa, I just go to the villa when I'm done." As he spoke, he pointed to the two Humvees: "Now, I'm going to pack up the land and fly high." ”

Obviously, if Gao Leng guessed that Mu Xiaoleng might have been wronged and was very angry, then the situation reported to him by the old housekeeper was far more disgusting than he imagined.

Gao Leng, angry!

(Thank you for the orange tip of the orange, please order I to read.) It is precisely because it is not a routine text, because of the plot twists and turns, and it is not the intellectual retardation of the iron-clad president Flowing Water, I have endured more insults and ridicule than Xiaobaiwen, for example, after Mu Xiaoleng was taken away, if he wrote that Gao Leng immediately appeared and punched the Quartet, and the mentally retarded villains who beat him screamed and knelt down brainlessly to beg for mercy, Mu Zhengtang was released at once, and there would be a lot of subscriptions, right? This is a routine, and the vast majority of people like to watch this. I didn't write like this, but hibernation, Internet addiction treatment cases to improve the strength of the whole team, and there are many holes buried in preparation for the third volume. When I look at it in one breath, I say it's good-looking, what's the use of looking good? In the process of waiting, you are impatient, distrustful, and began to scold me, I carefully released more than a dozen lines, and endured the endless questioning and abuse in this book review area, just to present a book that can still be seen in the past, I hope to write such a book with a bit of brain for old book lovers, if you don't support it, there will only be routines in this market, that's it, don't blame it for having no books to read now, to blame, only to blame when there are favorite books appearing, when newcomers are under pressure to write niche texts, When the newlyweds are begging for a deal. When you read it, when you only needed three or four yuan a month to give the author respect, you didn't come to support it, but added a sentence: Who told you not to write according to the routine? Who told you not to hurry up? Please invite all the books that have been ordered to read into the VIP group, Xiaojing is waiting for you. ）