CEO's Beloved Sweetheart

With a confident tone, she pulled his hand away and sat to the side.    

Lu Yiran did not stop her this time. He looked at the time.    

He turned sideways to fasten her seatbelt and asked, "It's so easy to forget. Should I remind you before kissing next time?"    

“. . . ”    

Soon, the plane landed in Paris.    

After a long flight, even though Han Zhiyu slept on the plane, she still looked tired.    

"You go to the hotel to rest first. The assistant can speak French. If you want to go out, you must let him follow you at all times. " Lu Yiran sat in the car and looked at the approaching meeting to see him.    

Han Zhiyu nodded sleepily. "I know. I don't know French. There are no translators when I go out. Where can I go?"    

After the car stopped, she saw him get out of the car and lie on the window. "How long will your meeting take?"    

Lu Yiran turned his head and Jun Pang enlarged in front of her eyes.    

Before she could react, he kissed her.    

"A few hours. You play by yourself. "    

Han Zhiyu nodded and only when he turned around did she realize. . .    

There were already several French in suits and suits standing outside the car. All of them looked over with gossipy eyes.    

Han Zhiyu was stunned for a moment.    

So many people. . .    

"Everyone. " Lu Yiran tidied up his suit and swept his gaze over the gossipers one by one. "Have you seen enough?"    

The group of French immediately laughed.    

"Sorry, respected Mr. Lu. This lady is too beautiful and lost her composure. "    

It was supposed to be a compliment.    

Who would have thought that he would receive a gaze as sharp as an arrow?    

All of them stood on the spot, not knowing where they were wrong.    

Was it wrong to praise your woman for her beauty?    

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Han Zhiyu followed the assistant all the way. The assistant had already arranged everything.    

The assistant looked at the time. "Young Madame, are you hungry? I'll take you to eat first?"    

The French had always been arrogant, so they would not pay much attention to you when you spoke English to them.    

If Han Zhiyu wanted to eat, he had to follow her all the way and help her order food.    

"Send her to her room. I want to rest for a while. " She thought for a while. "But I didn't bring any clothes. . . "    

The assistant handed the room card to her and pressed the elevator for her. "Before boarding the plane, I already informed the people here. There are clothes prepared in the room. They were all washed and dried. "    

Han Zhiyu nodded and was sent back to the room by the assistant.    

The room was on the top floor of the hotel and could almost overlook the entire Paris.    

The dishes were quickly pushed up by the cart. She was already a little tired after eating some food, but when she saw outside the window, the sun had just set.    

After going to the bathroom to take a shower, she leaned on the bed of the consort beside the French window. Her phone was receiving the documents and information Wang Ziyue sent her.    

It seemed that Qin Xuan had indeed appeared in Paris. When would she be able to keep up with him?    

After all, only by starting from him would she be able to quickly find the mastermind.    

Not long after, the beeping sound of an urgent battery could be heard from the phone.    

Because she was focused on communicating with Wang Ziyue, she kept typing and almost ignored the reminder of a low battery.    

When the phone screen turned completely black, she remembered that she left in a hurry in the afternoon and did not bring a charger!    

However, her phone was turned off, so she couldn't call her assistant.    

She could only get up and change into a new set of clothes. She took her phone and room card out of the room.    

"Hello, that. . . " She stood in front of waiter and could not come up with an English word for a long time. She stuttered out a word, "Charger. . . "    

Opposite her, waiter had a perfect smile on his face, but he could not understand what she was saying at all.    

Just as she was anxiously gesturing, a voice came out to save the situation, "She wants the charger. "    

The clear and languid male voice spoke French in a very elegant manner.    

Waiter finally understood and immediately took out the walkie-talkie.    

Han Zhiyu turned her head and saw a handsome man in a white bathrobe walking over with a smile.    

The man was very tall. The loose bathrobe was tied around his waist and a thin V-shaped word was revealed on his chest.    

It could be seen that he had just finished bathing. There was a pleasant smell on the floor. Even his hair was black and shiny, messy and casual. "Little cutie, you've found the wrong person. " The man looked down at her and smiled seductively. "He's just a cleaning employee, and he doesn't even know English. "    

That standard Mandarin sentence shocked Han Zhiyu.    

"You can speak Mandarin?"    

But the other party was clearly a typical Westerner with a high nose bridge, brown eyes, and deep eyes.    

However, it could be seen that at least a part of him was of Asian descent. His facial features were delicate, his skin was delicate, and he had a healthy and sexy wheat complexion.    

She originally thought that they were born and raised mixed bloods. After all, it was so difficult to learn Mandarin.    

The man laughed softly, revealing his neat and white teeth. "Yeah, I'm proficient in the eight languages, so of course I know Mandarin. "    

Eight languages. . .    

But he didn't seem to be more than twenty-five years old.    

Seeing her stunned look, the man laughed loudly, "I was just teasing you. He's only proficient in the four languages, and the other four are just casually bluffing. "    

Waiter respectfully took out many different specifications of chargers.    

Han Zhiyu only heard him communicate with waiter in French, then took out one of the chargers and gave it to her.    

"Thank you. " Han Zhiyu took the charger and said gratefully.    

The man smiled and hooked his lower lip as he watched her return to the room.    

This kind of woman who he took the initiative to hit on without any reaction was really rare.    

Han Zhiyu did not think much about it and only felt that she had met a kind translator.    

She returned to the room and immediately charged her phone.    

It was still early in France, but if it was in China, the clock would have already turned by this time.    

Seeing Wang Ziyue send her goodnight and offline status, she put her phone to the side and fell asleep. . .    

Lu Yiran came out of the elevator and his shiny leather shoes silently walked on the high-grade carpet in the corridor.    

Before he walked to the door of the room, the door diagonally opposite the room suddenly opened.    

He paused in his steps, and his eyes narrowed into a dim light.    

The man who came out straightened the high-end suit he was wearing with both hands. He raised his long, narrow, and deep, bright eyes. When he saw him, he had a strong smile on his face. "What a coincidence. "    

"Gu Mu. . " Lu Yiran slowly put his hands into the pocket of the suit.    

"Since you have come to Paris, it is impossible that you did not receive an invitation for tonight's cocktail party, right?"    

"Not interested. " He replied coldly, and was too lazy to respond to him, so he continued forward.    

Compared to this kind of boring cocktail party where he could go but could not, he would rather go back to the hotel.    

Gu Mu laughed out loud, and an even deeper smile appeared on his handsome and devilish face. He said to the back of the figure, "Right. I heard that you are the one who bought the Moraf's Heart. If I had known this would happen, I would have asked them to raise the price even higher. Are you interested in selling it to me? To be honest, I am a little regretful. Why don't I buy it back myself?"    

Lu Yiran sneered coldly. Without turning his head, he opened the door with the room card and only said two words," Dream on. "    

The man standing at the door saw the room he entered and raised his eyebrows in surprise.    

If he remembered correctly, the woman just now was this room.    

He pondered for a moment and felt a little regretful in his heart. No wonder she was not interested in him. . .