How Did I Become a God

Igao came to Bordeaux’s "Castle of the Baron" for vacation this time, and took two chefs with him. The other two chefs stayed in Paris to cook for Dong You for several left-behind staff.

After meeting and talking at two o'clock in the afternoon, Guo Lingyu and Lin Lujing went to the guest room on the second floor to take a bath and take a break. After all, getting up early to fly from Zurich to Bordeaux, and then coming by car is also very tiring.

Guo Lingyu slept for more than an hour and woke up leisurely, feeling relieved and exhausted from the fatigue of the journey. She had already loosened her curled hair at this moment, and her black hair was scattered on her shoulders. The beautiful figure is covered with a thin air-conditioning quilt.

She sat up and looked at the expanse of green vineyards outside the window. She couldn't help but stretch her hands up and stretch out.

With this action, the peaks and peaks under the lavender nightdress are contoured by the close-fitting precious silk nightdress. The beauty is so beautiful, enough to make people nosebleed. It's just that no one is lucky enough to see it. "comfortable!"

She was hesitating to find Jing Gao, picked up her mobile phone and flipped through it casually, and then saw the WeChat sent to her by Jing Gao half an hour ago, "Lingyu, get up and eat tea eggs in the living room on the second floor. "

The corners of Guo Lingyu's mouth couldn't help but cocked up.

Guo Lingyu got up and changed into a casual light yellow short-sleeved T-shirt with a white skirt underneath. Fix the shawl's hair with a hairpin. She knows that Jing Gao likes such a simple and refreshing style the most, not her usual avant-garde, fashionable, slightly fancy fashion.

Walking through the long corridor in the old castle into the living room, Guo Lingyu smelled the fragrance of tea as soon as he walked in, smiled and said hello: "Hi, Mr. Jing!"

The fragrant smell is a pot of tea eggs being simmered on an induction cooker on the table behind the sofa.

"Lingyu, did you sleep well? Sit!"

Jing Gao is wearing a short-sleeved round-neck T-shirt and casual summer trousers. He is sitting on the sofa and watching the American TV series "Game of Thrones" on his tablet. He has a pot of tea on hand. The purple clay pot that he rubbed so smoothly is very valuable.

Guo Lingyu sat on the sofa facing Jing Gao, with a pair of plump and slender white legs naturally overlapping, **** and beautiful. This is her sitting habit, blinking her eyes and said, "Mr. Jing, do you really use 20,000 yuan a catty of tea to cook tea eggs for a few yuan?"

Jing Gao paused the American TV show, picked up the teapot and took a leisurely sip of tea, and laughed: "Do you want tea eggs to be delicious, don’t you rely on the ingredients? The eggs are from the farm here. They match. After more than two hours of cooking, they should be ready. . You taste it. Drink water and pour it out of your own cup."

Guo Lingyu couldn't help but smile, sweet in her heart, and said, "Ms. Jing, you won't cook tea eggs for me here when we go to rest?"

Jing Gaoyi sat on the sofa and smiled and said, "Lingyu, don't think too much. Besides, we have to eat too."

He certainly did not sit here for more than two hours. When Guo Lingyu and Lin Lujing went to take a bath and rest, he and Qingshuang Ai concubine were with them, and they did what they hadn't done heartily.

He just came here for half an hour.

The tea eggs are made by the chef to help him clean the eggs, add tea leaves, and adjust the heat. He just added water just now.

Guo Lingyu chuckled, with Qiu waves rippling in his big eyes, and got up to peel the tea eggs.

Jing Gao knew that Guo Lingyu had misunderstood, and smiled helplessly in his heart. To say that Guo Lingyu's "little Guo" is really pretty. Slightly inferior to Qingshuang Aifei, but also an excellent beauty. Siyue had always warned him half-jokingly before, not to think about the beautiful things that Da Guo and Xiao Guo would accompany him.

She is now picking by Ren Jun, but he is now the time of the saint, and he can hold it unusually. Only then, Xiaowan and Qingshuang talked about a few hundred million dollars in business. The landlord’s family has no surplus.

The relationship between him and Guo Lingyu is not simply a relationship between superiors and superiors in the workplace, but also exceeds the boundaries of friends, with some ambiguities between men and women. But in the end, he didn't think about how to deal with the relationship with her.

Lingyu obviously didn't come to play a friendly match with him. Maybe she thought so before. Both adult men and women have needs. But since he stepped on Li Jiacheng's foot on Hong Kong Island, the momentum gradually rose, and her eyes changed when she saw him.

In short, he didn't want to hurt her.

Guo Lingyu fished out two tea eggs. Now it was a little bit cool in the cold water. He peeled a hot, soft and raw egg. He walked to Jing Gao and leaned over and said, "Mr. Jing, you taste it first."

Jing Gao was watching a drama and joked: "What's the matter, I'm afraid I will harm you?" In Game of Thrones, poison is a conventional means of fighting for power. He took Guo Lingyu's fingers and took a bite of the egg. She glanced skilfully into her neckline, greasy and deep.

Guo Lingyu was a little embarrassed, and his pretty face blushed. But after all, she is a thirty-two-year-old mature woman. She took a high look at the well, took back the tea egg in her hand, and took a bite. I didn't mind being bitten off by Jing Gao before. Still bent over, his eyes were not embarrassed to look at Jing Gao, but at the screen on the tablet.

Even if Jing Gao was in the time of the saint, his heart was shaken.

Guo Lingyu ate two mouthfuls of eggs. He really couldn't bear Jing Gao's gaze. His face was flushed and hot, and he gave him a shy look. He stood up straight and whispered, "Ms. Jing, do you want to go to my room?"

Jing Gao couldn't help smiling, moved a little on the sofa, and said, "Lingyu, sit down. Watch the American TV show with me."

He didn't underestimate her in his heart. A woman is willing to take the initiative to give you benefits, as long as there is no benefit factor, she has some affection for you in her heart.

But Xiao Guo is almost like a mature woman than Da Guo. If this is Siyue, it is estimated that he will unbutton a button and then ask him "Does it look good?" The mature beautiful woman tempts a man, it is really undisguised. Very exciting.

Guo Lingyu bit her lip and sat beside Jing Gao, eating eggs in small mouthfuls, and watching American TV shows together.

The evening sun shattered in the last afterglow, coming in from outside the medieval-style castle, drenching the scenery in the living room.

Guo Lingyu couldn't help but nestled gently on Jing Gao's shoulder~www.readwn.com~ Seeing that he just turned his head and smiled and glanced at her, his eyes were gentle and soft, and he did not refuse her closeness. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his heart was sweet. , Let time flow quietly and slowly in the dusk.

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On the second day when Guo Lingyu and Lin Lujing arrived, Jing Gao decided to return to Paris. This is not because he is unwilling to give Guo Lingyu a break.

The main reason is that work issues are settled. Lin Lujing is back home, ready to return to Zurich, UBS, resign, and then come to Paris to work.

If you can’t get someone to come, the bank hasn’t been established yet, right? Jing Gao decided to leave the "Baron Castle" together.

The establishment of the "Sixth Bank of France" does not matter trivial approval and preparatory work, but Jing Gao needs to meet with David Rothschild, the contemporary owner of Rothschild, to roughly negotiate the equity distribution and the future development of this bank. problem.

The soldiers have been in Bordeaux during this period, with a team of ten bodyguards responsible for Jinggao's safety work. The group packed up their luggage and set off at 9 o'clock in the morning, and left under the farewell of the butler Bobst, a group of male servants and maids.