"So you have to keep your body upright when eating French cuisine? Did I say that, haha, it's so hard." Zhao Jianhui said with a haha.

"It's not just a matter of eating French cuisine, you should keep your body upright when eating anything. That's what you said, you should eat well..." Hu Linlin insisted on her point of view. As soon as she finished speaking, she was shocked to see that Zhao Jianhui reached out to grab a lobster and chewed it with the shell. Of course, the shell was still spit out.

Hu Linlin was stunned for a moment, and the knife and fork she had just taken was placed on the plate. She also picked up the lobster and ate it with her mouth. The delicious soup immediately flowed down the corner of her mouth.

Hu Linlin hurriedly wiped it with her hands, but forgot that the soup was also everywhere on her face, but although she was a little embarrassed, she felt a sense of pleasure that she had never had before. She couldn't help but smile and said, "I eat like this, don't you mind, do you?"

Zhao Jianhui was chewing his head and spit out a shrimp shell when he heard this. He looked up at Hu Linlin, who was having a mouthful of oil, and smiled: "Why should I mind? Of course, I should eat whatever I want when I am so hungry. We are not eating for others."

Hu Linlin gnawed a few more bites of lobster, first put the bottom of her stomach, and then smiled and said, "You are a person, starting to make people look disliked, but after contacting them for a long time, it feels different. It's very natural, at least you don't have to pretend to be in front of you. Do you know? When I was a child, I ate like this, and my skirt was often covered with soup. I've been blamed by my mother a lot. When your child, your parents would blame you for your ugly appearance?"

Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but throw away the shrimp skin in his hand and smiled bitterly: "Me? If someone cares about how I eat, that's fine..."

Hu Linlin said: "Why, your parents don't care about you?"

Zhao Jianhui nodded and said, "It was good to be able to ask for leftovers from other people's houses when I was a child. I didn't know where my parents were."

Hu Linlin said in surprise: "Ah...you...you will go begging for food too?"

Zhao Jianhui said: "What's the big fuss? Let me tell you, I already know that I only knew that I had parents when I was in my twenties. When I was young, I picked up some food along the street, and later I went to the orphanage. Don't you starve to death if you don't have food?"

"I'm sorry... I don't know this is the case." Hu Linlin was shocked. It was heard that this person's backstage was extremely tough, and he never thought that his childhood would be so miserable.

She was born as the Minister of Organization and had read Zhao Jianhui's information at that time. But she didn't believe that Zhao Jianhui's life experience was real, but she didn't expect that he was an orphan. As a result, Hu Linlin was even more curious about Zhao Jianhui's true life experience and took the opportunity to ask: "Then how did you get everything now?"

Zhao Jianhui thought for a while, shook his head and said, "You won't believe it even if you say it."

Hu Linlin sighed disappointedly: "Even if I don't say it, I won't blame you." She put the lobster in her hand back on the plate, wiped her hands with a napkin, picked up the knife and fork again and said: "Sometimes people always hide their true side. Take me as an example. Since entering politics, they must always pay attention to their etiquette image. After becoming a deputy, they will be even more unable to speak and do whatever they want. Sometimes they really envy the little girls around you. They will be straightforward and honest, which makes me sometimes jealous."

Zhao Jianhui laughed and said, "Why do you have to compare with the people around me? Actually, I feel the same way as you said. This is the helplessness of politicians. Everyone stares at every word and action. If you really feel tired, then don't do this deputy, wouldn't it be enough?"

Hu Linlin said angrily: "You said it easily. I have been working hard for many years to get to where I am today. This job is also suitable for me. Besides, can you do whatever you want when you do other jobs? Unless you don't work, marry you to be a full-time housewife."

Zhao Jianhui almost choked, looked at her like a monster, and coughed, "You are right, it's really boring to do nothing, you... should continue to be your deputy."

Hu Linlin was so angry that she inserted her fork hard on a piece of beef, but tears were already faintly in her eyes. If it weren't for the foreign land thousands of miles away, or if the melodious sound of the violin music outside the screen, she wouldn't have dared to say the sentence that was pressed in her heart no matter what. It's just hateful that this man seemed to have not heard it at all. Was he unfaithful or pretended to be confused?

Seeing her competing against the 70-year-old beef, Zhao Jianhui said in a deep voice: "I really hope I am that piece of beef. It's a pity that I am a living person with flesh and blood. This time I went out for a long time to inspect it, and it took half a month. But half a month later, you are still you, I am still me, and none of us dares to change anything..."

Listening to his words and looking at his annoying face, the tears in Hu Linlin's eyes flowed out like river water that poured out. She gritted her teeth while crying, "You are this piece of beef...I...I'll fuck you to death..."

Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but feel sad. Through the window, he saw that the lights of the Eiffel Tower had already lit up. It was better at night than during the day. When these lights lit up, the entire tower seemed to be carved from crystals and crystal clear. Unlike during the day, it looked like a big dark iron pillar.

Very similar - a bit like Cinderella's transformation, right?

In Paris, for most ordinary people, calling friends out for dinner at night is the most common nightlife content. French people eat late for dinner, but ordinary families do not eat before 8 pm. If the meal is formal, it will be good to eat at 9:30 pm. The same is true for dining in restaurants, and the peak of guests arrive after 8:30 pm. Because dinner is late, French people do not have the concept of "night snack". Generally, restaurants close after midnight. There are only a few places where nightlife places are concentrated, and there are several restaurants that are open all night, but most of them only provide fast food and simple set meals.

If the most common way to spend the night is to eat, the least common nightlife for Parisians is shopping, mainly because they do not have such conditions. The work and rest time in French malls is about the same as when people go to and from get off work, and they are basically not open after 8 pm, so it is basically impossible for Parisians to go shopping at the mall at night.

"Look at you, after eating for so long, the shops are closed. How can I buy things?" When I walked out of the restaurant, Hu Linlin couldn't help but complain.

"Hey, how can you blame me? After eating a meal, you cried for half a meal. I want to eat faster. Isn't this to take care of your emotions?" Zhao Jianhui said helplessly: "Aren't you still spending one day in Paris tomorrow? How can you lose your shopping time?"

"Hmph, I'm not in trouble with you, the leader. Who knows what else will happen tomorrow? Besides, according to the itinerary, go to Notre Dame, where will the Louvre go tomorrow, and how can I have shopping opportunities?" At this moment, Hu Linlin was not a senior government official, she was clearly the little sister next door.

Paris is the city with the most tourists in the world and the city with the most exhibitions in the world. For tourists and businessmen from all over the world, in addition to the above nightlife activities, watching various singing and dancing programs is another way to spend time. However, it is better not to go to some places with Hu Linlin. Now Zhao Jianhui just wants to hurry up and send Hu Linlin back to the hotel.

The two of them walked slowly back to the hotel door along the brightly lit street, and Zhao Jianhui's cell phone suddenly rang. At this time, it was about 5:30 in the morning in China. Who would get up at this time to call himself?

However, when Zhao Jianhui opened his phone, he was slightly stunned. This number was a domestic number, but the number was very unfamiliar. Zhao Jianhui didn't need to think about it carefully and knew that he had never contacted this number.

"Hello, who?" Zhao Jianhui answered the phone and signaled Hu Linlin to let her go upstairs. Hu Linlin turned around and went up first with dissatisfaction.

"Zhao***, is it Zhao***? I am Hu Jiansheng, Xiao Hu of the Tourism Bureau..." Xiao Hu? Hu Jiansheng? Oh, that Director Hu, the one who follows Liu Xugang's butt every day?

This kid usually only has Liu Xugang in his eyes. When did he have anyone else? It's ten o'clock in the evening. What did he do with him?

"Zhao***, come quickly, we...we have been kidnapped..." Hu Jiansheng's voice trembled on the phone, and he heard it very scared. As he said, there were a few loud crackling sounds in the earpiece, and it was the sound of the fierce collision between flesh and flesh.

"Oh... don't call me, am I calling someone to get money?" Liu Xugang's scream came from the receiver. Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but be stunned, thinking that what happened to these two unlucky children? How could they encounter any unexpected things?

It turned out that just when Zhao Jianhui invited Hu Linlin to have a big meal, Director Liu took office director Hu Jiansheng to leave his wife and took Metro No. 2 to get off at Pygal Station.

Pygal is a famous red light district in Paris. If it is famous, there will always be some strong support behind it. However, those that support Pygal's red light district are not something that can be achieved by these roadside shops and foot washing rooms in China.

The pillar of this place is the famous Red Moon, but looking at the big red windmill at its door makes it very meaningful.

The erotic dances in Moulin Rouge are world-famous. Under the windmills and on the roadside, long queues waiting to watch the erotic dance performance can circle the house several times. It is said that the three-dimensional thighs of dancers are all lengths according to the ruler, and those who are too far or less are eliminated immediately. The dancers must be immersed in music and dance for many years, and each with unique skills can be selected.
Chapter completed!