law of sunrise

There were few people in the first-class cabin, sitting alone by a single door, Lu Xi lowered the brim of his hat, and whispered in a warm voice: "Sir?"

The light in the cabin was soft, covering the exit call with a thin layer of veil. Jiang Wei sat in his seat, hummed, and said, "Go to Paris?"

He was so calm, it seemed to anyone that he was just an ordinary friend who met by chance on the plane, and even his demeanor did not change.Lu Xi nodded numbly, and asked: "Yes, sir is going on a business trip?"

Before that, Jiang Weike had never told him that he was going to Paris.

"A friend's banquet." Jiang Wei said.

The sky in Paris is clear, the Eiffel Tower splits the undulating skyline, fine clouds flow with the wind, the street lights and shadows on the ground are chaotic, dusk and day alternate briefly, and there is a flame burning at the top of the Eiffel Tower.

The gurgling water of the Seine River reveals a beautiful and graceful silhouette of waves. The guests are luxurious, and the banquet hall is decorated with jewels and jewellery. The people on the boat are chatting casually and waiting for the banquet to start, and the people on the boat are anxious to avoid being late.

Lu Xi is one of those unlucky ones who are still on the road.

"Sister Rong, I'll be there soon." Lu Xi covered the receiver with his hands, and said with a guilty conscience.

"How long will it take, will Xiao Liu pick you up? It's about to start, and Wilson just asked me why I didn't see you." Ye Rong was in a hurry, and the pea shooter was reincarnated, and the words jumped out like a machine gun when he opened his mouth.

Lu Xi frowned, glanced at the slow-moving cars in front of him, and said in a low voice: "The situation is a bit complicated, I may be late, the accident ahead is still being dealt with, and the progress is very slow."

"How lucky are you? How long will it take if the plane is late and the car is in trouble? Send me a letter, and I will be angry if I don't keep it." Ye Rong asked forcefully.

"I'll apologize to him later, it will probably take half more..."

The ending was interrupted by a sudden movement, and the earpiece was taken away from Lu Xi's ears. His eyes widened slightly, and he looked at Jiang Wei in surprise.

The man in suit and leather shoes leaned against the car door, his posture was relaxed, his slender fingertips hooked the edge of the phone, he raised his face, the knife-like silhouette became dreamlike in the sunset light, Lu Xi was stunned, the familiar The sound rang in the car.

"Half an hour late, don't worry about his safety, I will explain to Wilson personally, is there anything else?"

Jiang Wei couldn't be said to be angry, his tone was serious and formal, and he called Ye Rong his assistant, and the questions were actually declarative sentences.

The person on the other end of the phone immediately fell silent, probably shocked by how the person listening to the phone had changed, and it took a long time before he hesitated to say "yes".

Jiang Wei hung up the phone and returned the phone to Lu Xi, still sitting in the best sitting posture of my father, chic and casual.

Lu Xi reached out to pick it up, but Jiang Wei pinched his palm.

His heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly raised his eyes to look in the rearview mirror, only to find that both the driver and Xiaomeng sitting in the co-pilot shrugged, their heads buried like ostriches, and they had no courage to pry.

God knows that after getting off the plane, the awe-inspiring Jiang Wei put on a sacred and inviolable overlord posture, and dragged Lu Xi all the way to his car.

Xiaomeng and the driver went to pick up the checked luggage. The little girl didn't dare to say much, she just glanced around with her smart eyes;

"Sir." Lu Xi called helplessly, and Jiang Wei's rough fingertips pressed against his delicate palm, causing a tingling electric current.

Flowing from the top of the head to the heart, like the fine lightning in the sky during the rainstorm.

Jiang Wei didn't look at him, his fingertips brushed across Lu Xi's palm, wrapped his fingers silently, clenched them tightly, and held hands in a most natural way.

The car was too quiet, the hum of the car running smoothly was the only background at the moment, Lu Xi turned his head and looked out the window, French signboards were hung on the stacked houses, the city awakened by the night fermented a vitality comparable to the renaissance.

What to do, the husband wanted to hold it, so he had no choice but to satisfy him.

……

In the end, he was still late, which was a rare experience for Lu Xi, but he didn't feel any anxiety at all.

Probably... It's because the men around him showed absolute strength and confidence, Lu Xi sipped the Cabernet Sauvignon in the goblet, thinking silently.

Pushing cups and changing glasses, talking with a smile, cello and piano solos intertwined, fresh cut flowers in full bloom in tall vases, and the rococo banquet hall is brightly lit.

Jiang Wei stood in the middle of the crowd, with a polite and alienated smile on his face. He said something to a man beside him. A few seconds later, they looked at Lu Xi at the same time.

With blond curly hair, a tall hooked nose, and a well-tailored dark green embossed suit with irregular gemstone cufflinks, Wilson folded his arms, smiled heartily, and spoke French like singing: "He is a very aura singer, I I like him very much, is he also your friend?"

Hearing such compliments from Wilson, whose eyes were above the top, Jiang Wei smiled slightly. He admired Wilson's gaze and raised his lips.

The empty part in his heart was filled with warm currents, and he stared at Lu Xi who was eating silently in the distance—the big star was casting a spell on a piece of foie gras, eating carefully, first scouting Ye Rong's position, and then facing the reflective object After looking at his appearance, he finally took a bite, and his happy expression disappeared as soon as he opened, like a ruthless eating machine.

The hamster spirit who walks around in the human world is probably like Lu Xi.

"Monamour"

Jiang Wei spoke in the most standard French, as proficient as he was practicing in the middle of the night.

Wilson smiled. There was no obvious surprise on the tall Germanic half-breed man's face. He said in French, "It turns out that you accepted my invitation not because of my charisma, but because you came to accompany him."

"After all, I'm not old enough to fly to Paris to recall my time studying abroad." Jiang Wei shrugged helplessly.

"Isn't it a good memory?" Wilson laughed exaggeratedly.

"It's really beautiful, but you know, I prefer to create the present rather than remember the past." Jiang Wei glanced at Lu Xi in the distance, and said, "I think we may be absent from the land banquet tonight."

"I wish you a good time." Wilson understood Alpha's thoughts very well. He patted Jiang Wei on the shoulder and walked away with the wine glass.

The cruise reception was faster than expected, and everyone disembarked, and they were about to move to Wilson's Linjiang villa on the outskirts of the city.

The brain of an artist is different from that of ordinary people. He wants to lead a group of people to play golf with a flashlight on the hillside in the garden of the villa.

Lu Xi's eyelids twitched, and he felt that this was not a thoughtful idea. It happened that Jiang Wei was talking with the president of a certain shipping company. He looked down at the waves of the river from a distance.

The neon lights of the city are reflected on the water, like a paradise hidden in the tranquility, and the rippling thoughts are melted in the voice of the man blown by the wind. Lu Xi stretched out his hand to support the railing on the river bank, but accidentally wiped the dust.

What about city cleaning? !

Lu Xi looked at his paws annoyedly, indignantly, and when he heard the footsteps approaching, there was already someone standing behind him.

"You should endorse hand sanitizer, I think you always need it."

Lu Xi turned around and saw Jiang Wei holding a thin cigarette between his fingertips, the rod of the cigarette hanging slightly, sparks flickering in the dark night, he was standing under the street lamp, a sprinkling of stars fell on his shoulder.

The pungent and bitter smell of tobacco lingers around, like the aftertaste left after lighting a dry firewood in winter. The light mist is blown away by the wind, revealing Jiang Wei's half-shadowed face.

"Not always, sir." Lu Xi twisted his fingers and said embarrassedly.

Ye Rong was afraid that he would be cold, so he specially brought a knee-length coat. Lu Xi stood timidly by the river, with a beam of light, his slender figure was straighter than the roadside light pole, and he smiled shyly.

Jiang Wei took Lu Xi's hand naturally, and wiped it on the place where the dust fell. The dust evenly covered the two equally slender fingers. Lu Xi lowered his head and stared at the clasped hands: "Sir, you are outside now .”

"I know." Jiang Wei was quite confident: "Do you still want to go to Wilson's villa?"

"Sir, do you mean you don't have to go?" Lu Xi asked again.

"If you don't want to go, we can do something else," Jiang Wei said.

"I will be recognized." Lu Xi pointed to himself: "Although I am abroad, it is also very dangerous."

"Then let them not recognize it." Jiang Wei was full of confidence.

Lu Xi:?