President of Custom

Chapter 16

After flying to Paris.

Song Fengshi checked into the hotel.According to the company's regulations, all rooms are double rooms.However, Song Fengshi placed an order, and the administrator helped him change to a single double bed room.Song Fengshi was very grateful, and went in with his luggage, and immediately fell asleep to beat the jet lag.

He didn't fall asleep on the long-haul flight, mainly because he was uncomfortable in the cramped economy cabin.

In fact, Jin Lanshu originally planned to take Song Fengshi on the same flight as him, and he would privately ask the flight attendant to upgrade Song Fengshi on the way.Unexpectedly, Song Fengshi got on another flight, and this matter could not be done.Jin Lanshu suppressed this little thought and didn't say anything, but he was angry, so he took his anger out on Owen.

Song Fengshi was lying on the bed, falling into a drowsy sleep.

The windows were ajar, letting in a gentle breeze.

Song Fengshi slept until midnight, half asleep and half awake when he heard the doorbell ring.

He frowned displeasedly, but still got up with his slippers on, and opened the door slowly.

A tall man stood outside the door: "Long time no see."

Song Fengshi suddenly opened his eyes wide: "Jin... Lan Shu?"

Jin Lanshu went into the house, closed the door, and asked Song Feng, "Why aren't you wearing that dress?"

The tone was very condescending and uncomfortable.

But Song Fengshi was used to Jin Lanshu speaking in such a tone.

"That one?" Song Fengshi scratched his head, "Didn't you say it doesn't fit?"

After finishing speaking, Song Fengshi regretted it, and he was afraid of eliciting Jin Lanshu's sentence "You are a dwarf".

Song Fengshi looked at himself in the mirror. His 176cm figure was considered to be well proportioned, with a slender waist and long legs.You know, the average height of Chinese men is only 167.1cm!

Jin Lanshu didn't mention the words "you're a dwarf" any more, and just said, "Then let me see."

Song Fengshi said: "I will wear it if you let me?"

"Yes." Jin Lanshu nodded, as if she didn't feel anything wrong.

Song Fengshi was out of temper, so he sat on the bed and said, "I'm sorry, I'm jet-lagged. I don't have time to play 'dress-up games' with your boss!" After saying that, Song Fengshi simply fell asleep on the bed.Jin Lanshu smiled slightly, and also leaned on the bed, and opened Song Fengshi's nightgown: "Then I will change it for you."

Song Fengshi's upper body was suddenly exposed to the air, and he felt cold, but his face was extremely hot. He pushed Jin Lanshu and said, "No, no need..."

Jin Lanshu had already clasped Song Fengshi's hands, locked Song Fengshi's hands above his head with one hand, and stroked Song Fengshi's naked waistline with the other hand.

The pants are taken off.

The next thing has nothing to do with "dressing" at all.

Song Fengshi looked at the snow-white ceiling with bewildered eyes.

"I, I really want to sleep..."

"It's the quiet kind..."

"The kind that can beat jet lag..."

However, President Kim Dae doesn't intend to let him have his wish.

After tossing and tossing until midnight, after President Jinda "fulfilled his wish" and satiated himself with male sex, Song Fengshi "fulfilled his wish" and got a rest.

Song Fengshi fell asleep in a daze, and woke up again in a daze.

Waking up alone on the big bed, Song Fengshi felt a little disappointed, mixed with a bit of resentment: "That ruthless scumbag."

He got up from the bed and found that he was wearing a clean nightgown, and the area between his legs was also very refreshing, obviously after washing.

But he has no impression.

"Strange?" Song Fengshi scratched his head, "Do I love being clean enough to sleepwalk in the shower?"

For him, the possibility of "sleepwalking and taking a bath" is much greater than "Jin Lanshu cleans him afterwards".

At the same time, Song Fengshi turned his head, turned on the bedside lamp, and saw a memo under the bedside lamp, with Jin Lanshu's handwriting on it: "Remember to wear that dress."

"It's really rude." Song Fengshi tore off the piece of paper, crumpled it up and threw it into the trash can.

Song Fengshi glanced at the clock, and was startled: "What? It's already 10:00!"

He quickly jumped up, his legs immediately became weak, and he almost fell to his knees.He supported the bedside table, gritted his teeth and scolded President Jin who was not there: "That beast..."

"I obviously set the alarm clock for 8:30?"

He doesn't want to be late on the first day of training abroad!

When he was sweating profusely trying to explain why he was late, he picked up his phone and saw a message from the project leader, saying that today's training was canceled and everyone should have a good rest.

He immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out that when Jin Lanshu left last night, he helped Song Fengshi cancel the alarm clock, and ordered to cancel today's training early this morning.

Of course, this was something Song Fengshi didn't know.

He just felt lucky.

"It's a good thing it's cancelled." Song Fengshi wiped the sweat from his forehead with a tissue.

Cancel it and cancel it.

Song Fengshi lay down in the hotel all morning, made up for his sleep, and felt quite refreshed at noon.

It was at this time that he received an invitation from a colleague in the same industry, saying: "It's rare that there is no training task, why don't we go shopping together?"

To be honest, Song Fengshi still wanted to lie down, but it would seem that he didn't fit in, so he went out with his colleagues.Those who participated in this training program are all excellent front-line employees of this season. Although we seldom see each other in person, it is good to have the opportunity to communicate together.

A total of five or six of them wandered the streets of Paris, and chose a restaurant to sit down and have lunch.

A female colleague said again: "This cancellation is really timely. I woke up at [-] o'clock this morning, and he only said to cancel at [-] o'clock!"

Another male colleague asked curiously, "You got up so early?"

The female colleague smiled and said, "You need to make up and dress up!"

Several gay men showed admiration.

The female colleague waved her hand and said, "It's nothing! I just want to say that when I went to have breakfast, I saw Owen and the boss go out! They went out so early, it was really hard work."

"Yes, I heard that they are working very hard to organize this exhibition." Several colleagues chattered, "The schedule is very tight. Didn't everyone say that there is no time to give us awards? What about the salary..."

Song Fengshi was stunned when he listened.

"This Jin Lanshu has such a tight schedule, did he come here last night?" Song Fengshi thought silently, "How hungry is he? What a beast he didn't run away."

After everyone finished their meal, they wandered around again, more like ordinary tourists, looking at the Arc de Triomphe, queuing at the Louvre, getting lost and hungry.

The Louvre was his worst experience in Paris.The group of them didn't do their homework well, so they went as soon as they said they would, and they lined up like burning mosquito coils, queuing up for entry, queuing up for tickets, and queuing up for watching.There are countless exhibits here, and there are also exhibition halls dotted with dots, and there are even more tourists in the dark. Pick up your phone and press the shutter button to take a photo.After that, they started to get hungry, and they were not allowed to eat in the exhibition hall, so they had to look for restaurants outside the exhibition hall like blind flies. After finally eating something, they had to find the toilet. A team like burning mosquito coils...

They were indeed not influenced by art, but they took a few photos and posted them on social networks, then hurried back to the hotel to take a shower and rest.

During the rehearsal of the fashion show, Jin Lanshu picked up her mobile phone to look through it, and happened to see a photo of the Louvre on Song Fengshi's homepage, accompanied by an unpretentious text: "I'm exhausted, I can't see anything, it's all People. And it's a pity that I didn't see Venus with a Broken Arm."

Jin Lanshu looked at it, and it was the peak tourist season, so she sent a message to Song Fengshi: "You are stupid, you only go to the Louvre when there are many people."

Song Fengshi couldn't help rolling his eyes, and replied: "Then may I ask the president, when will the Louvre be less crowded?"

At this time, Owen had already walked this way, Jin Lanshu nodded to Owen, pressed the phone again, and answered Song Feng: "I will tell you later."

Owen walked up to Jin Lanshu and said, "You can arrange it again."

Jin Lanshu stood up and said to Owen, "Can the Louvre be reserved when the museum is closed?"

"Ah?" Owen was startled, and answered after a while, "I'll ask right away."

Owen immediately called a familiar high-end travel agency, and quickly got a reply: "Yes, there are."

Jin Lanshu asked, "Can I see Venus with a broken arm?"

"Of course," Owen replied, "The classic collections will be toured by professional guides, and there will be dedicated service during the period, so there is no need to worry about that."

Jin Lanshu asked, "What about the fee?"

"The fee is 90 euros for 3 minutes." Owen paused, "There is no additional charge for the complimentary Seine River Night Tour, ballet performance, violin performance, and professional guide explanation."

Jin Lan said, "It's so expensive."

"Yeah." Owen nodded. "Actually, buying a ticket is the same. Not to mention there are free days."

Jin Lanshu thought for a while, and then asked, "Is it 3 per person?"

"No, 3 is the price for a group, with a maximum of 4 people in a group."

"Yeah." Jin Lanshu nodded and said, "Okay, make arrangements for me."

"Ah?" Owen was startled, and then immediately came back to his senses, "Yes, I will do it right away. When is it?"

"Okay, let's do it." Jin Lanshu patted Owen on the shoulder, "Two people on Thursday night."

After thinking about it, Owen unconsciously had a bold guess in his mind: Is this...could it be...that the president...is in love?