Gossip King

The first class on international flights is expensive and comfortable. Although comfortable and high cooling, he has no mood to enjoy. He was full of thoughts and wanted the plane to arrive in France as soon as possible. As soon as he got on the plane, he found his seat and took out a thick pile. Looked through the information. This stack of data was collected during the waiting time, and the long aviation time cannot be wasted.

Put the notebook aside, and when the flight is stable, he still has several cooperation plans to do. The first one is the green food cooperation plan with Biaoge. Obviously, just cooperating with Biaoge does not seem to be the ultimate goal of the high cold.

In his thick pile of materials, the general English materials are all about green food, and the other small part is the materials of several domestic catering giants.

Suddenly, a scent of fragrance came over. It was a faint fragrance of gardenia, elegant and pure, Gao Leng raised his head and glanced, slightly surprised, sitting next to him was the Korean super-red artist Song Qiao. Song Qiao is four years older than Gao Leng according to his age, but he looks very beautiful, and he can't tell that he is from his sister's generation.

Song Qiao’s early TV drama was so popular in the empire. It can be said that almost every girl has watched that love tragedy. At that time, she was blown up as a goddess in the news. Now when she looks at it this way, Gao Cooling feels that the media hasn’t blown it. Her skin can be broken by blows, and her figure is bumpy, although she is small but very predictable.

She is not very photogenic, she looks much better than in the lens, Gao Leng thought, nodded at her politely, took out her business card and handed it to her. In his memory, Koreans are famous for being polite , The girl in there would bend down slightly to yell Oppa when she saw a man, but she didn’t expect that Song Qiao stretched out her hand to take the business card, but after nodding coldly, she seemed to frown slightly. The bag in his hand was immediately taken away by the assistant and put away, as if to keep a distance from Gao Leng.

Han Xing, Qing Gao is a ball, Gao sneered, the Korean entertainment circle is bad, he is an insider, let alone the violent Korean wind in the years, this Song Qiao has been popular for too long, even if there are people I want to tell her a few words about a signature or something.

Gao Leng didn't respond, turned his head and continued to read the information.

Dingdong Dingdong twice, two text messages in succession, took a cold look, one is from Lu Yajun, very brief: I have a friend to pick up the plane next time, this person is my old friend, if you meet in France If there is any problem that cannot be solved by law, ask him.

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

The other one was sent by Su Su: The butler will pick up the plane. I think there are many people at the airport. Miss Mu needs to rest after being injured. She wants her to wait for you at the villa. The butler will tell you other specific situations.

It takes about ten hours for Beijing to fly to France. Ten hours is a long time for others, but it is not enough for Gao Leng. After quickly flipping through the information, he opened his notebook and started to write plans and cooperate. The original owner Gao Leng's English is very good. After Gao Leng was reborn, he also followed his knowledge, so he is handy when making English projects.

For ten hours, this Song Qiao star next to him also occasionally watched Gao Leng a few times, and was a little impressed by the English he quickly beat.

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

"I'm working." Gao Leng answered coldly without raising his head. He didn't have the time to do anything with this Korean star, especially the big star who just had a clean face. Gao Leng's first business now is to bring Mu Xiao Leng home, and his second business is to quickly develop his career and see if he can help Mu Zhengtang in any way.

He doesn't like being interrupted when he is busy with business affairs.

Song Qiao's face collapsed in embarrassment, and he said nothing. The two of them had nothing to say but were clean. Gao Leng had been busy for ten hours, writing several plans, and closing his notebook when the plane landed. His body is different from ordinary people, ten hours of work is nothing to him, he is still full of energy. On the side, Miss Song Qiao looked tired.

To be precise, almost all the people on the plane looked tired.

Long-haul flights are not so easy to take.

When I got off the plane, it was humid and warm. It was raining in Paris. The climate was similar to the autumn of the Empire. It was slightly cooler, and the VIPs who walked away from the airport were picked up by the first-class passengers. As soon as they arrived at the pick-up gate, a group of provoked people looked at them.

A black suit with a water, a man with a size of 1.9 meters, and a Mexican with a water. Lao Mo produced bodyguards, well-known in Europe. One of the bodyguards held up a sign that read: Gao Leng.

"Underworld." A whisper from a compatriot in the empire heard behind him, and then heard Song Qiao and the group's mighty and sparsely populated Korean, it is probably the same group of people.

It's really too eye-catching. At first glance, Lao Mo's bodyguards came to pick up the plane, a proper group of forces.

Gao Leng walked over. At the front of the group of Mexican bodyguards stood a middle-aged man, an imperial man. Seeing Gao Leng came over and quickly stretched out his hand: "Gao Leng, you are much more handsome than the picture." Mr. Lu did things indeed. Be safe, send the photos early for easy pick-up.

"Mr. Gao, here." At this moment, a familiar voice came not far away. Gao Leng raised his head and looked over, only to see the old housekeeper of Su Su's come over with a smile, followed by four or five. Followers.

Good guy, there are more people picking up Gao Leng than a bunch of VIPs. A group of people walked towards the parking garage. The old butler kept walking beside Gao Leng, whispering Mu Xiao Leng to Gao Leng all the way. What happened after coming to France sounded soaring with anger, hands clenched into fists and creaked.

"Lu Gaofei, paddy field suffers." Gao Leng said, hating to his bones.

Upon arriving in the parking garage, only four Hummers and two Audi R8s were seen parked in a row. The Hummer was obviously driven by a group of bodyguards sent by a friend of Lu Yajun, while the Audi R8 was driven by a group of butlers.

"Damn, this guy, whatever the way he came, he was like he was about to open fire." The empire compatriot who walked all the way behind him couldn't help but sighed, his voice was a little loud, and the group of bodyguards stood beside Gao Leng They all looked over.

The man didn’t know how to walk anymore. He stood awkwardly on the spot. After a few seconds, he stooped and ran to his car. These years, he can carry a Mexican bodyguard in Europe. With two Hummers, I can't afford it.

"This person...what's the source?" Song Qiao muttered, and took out Gao Leng to her before. She looked at the business card that she didn't put in her eyes. The agent next to her hurriedly came over and turned over the business card. On the back, the back is in English, saying: "General Manager of Xingsheng Magazine."

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

"What a pity! You just sat next to him! This person must have a big background and belong to the media. Your next step is to return to the empire. What a pity it is a pity!" The agent next to Song Qiao was about to break his regret. And Song Qiao also showed a rather regretful expression on his face, smiling slightly at Gao Leng.

Gao Leng glanced at her, ignorant, turned around and stretched out his hand to the old housekeeper: "Thank you for coming to pick up the airport, you have worked hard, you send me the address of the villa, and I can go to the villa when I'm done." Pointing at the two Hummers: "Now, I'm going to clean up the Lu Gaofei."

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

High cold, angry!