Urban Romance - Chapter 722 The Playboy

Li Weijie originally planned to have dinner with Xia Weiwei, go home together, and eventually sleep together. However, unfortunately, he just received a fax from that Mr. Ye, saying that a contract involving a large foreign company had encountered a problem at a certain stage. The other company's legal counsel and senior management were currently negotiating a solution, and they hoped that Xia Weiwei could come over immediately so that they could work together to find a solution.
Left with no other choice, Xia Weiwei packed her bags quickly and flew away.
International flight, destination: Paris.
Shen Yi was sitting on the plane, not just bored, but extremely bored. The flight attendants on this plane were indeed very tempting from behind, with curves in all the right places, big breasts and small breasts. But when you turned around and saw their front, it made you want to commit suicide!
Shen Yi started fantasizing out of boredom. He couldn't accept having sex with these flight attendants unless it was in the dark of night with the lights off!
Not only was he not good-looking, but his clothes were also conservative and old-fashioned, covering him from his neck all the way up to his knees, so that not a breath of wind could pass through. Shen Yi thought that instead of dressing like that, he might as well be covered from head to toe like a mummy, which would have a bit of a Pakistani flavor.
Looking at the mature and attentive flight attendant beside him, Shen Yi felt like crying for help. He wasn't lacking maternal love growing up; he didn't need a flight attendant like this! Of course, some might argue that this is a minor character, a supporting role, and therefore he's not given the opportunity to get close to the beautiful flight attendant.
Thinking back to that damned boss, Shen Yi felt increasingly that the old man was incredibly unfair, sending him on a business trip to France alone. He should at least have provided a secretary! Otherwise, he wouldn't be so bored flipping through these old magazines and poetry collections right now!
Other people go to Paris for its romance, but what am I going there for? To watch others be romantic? Don't even mention how stingy my boss is; he only books one plane ticket. If he were to book two more, even without a secretary, he could bring a woman along and have a romantic trip to Paris himself, in line with their national customs!
A country of freedom, equality, and fraternity. Shen Yi pursed his lips. Paris gave him the feeling that it was filled with the smell of garlic everywhere. This was not his first time in Paris. Each time he stayed, he did not stay for long. He always felt that he was driven away by garlic snails.
Shen Yi, feeling a bit of a headache, covered his eyes with the poetry collection placed on the airplane seat. He couldn't understand why other airplanes had magazines about models and car shows, while this plane to Paris had poetry collections. Did a romantic country have to recite poetry to show its romance?
It's easy to produce a good poem, but it's difficult to produce a good one for a whole bed! Is this even considered good poetry? Shen Yi was indulging in extremely boring fantasies when he heard a sweet and clear voice in his ear.
"The greatest distance in the world is the distance between hearts, whether they are parallel or intersecting, they are equally far apart!"
Shen Yi was stunned for a moment. Was this a good hand? Just by listening to the pleasant sound, he knew it. He opened his eyes and looked around, only to find that a beautiful woman with an elegant demeanor was sitting next to him.
Was that woman reciting those lines of poetry? Shen Yi wasn't sure if he was just bored, or if the woman's voice was genuinely beautiful, but in this situation, hearing such a soft and melodious voice was somewhat amusing.
Upon closer inspection, the woman's appearance was even more outstanding. Shen Yi was used to comparing the women he saw with his own women, but after comparing them again and again, he felt that this woman completely surpassed all his previous women. Moreover, she possessed something that none of his women had: a scholarly air, a quiet wisdom that seemed to come from reading many books.
Shen Yi's women aren't uneducated, but none of them wear glasses. To be honest, Shen Yi doesn't really like girls who wear glasses because kissing them is inconvenient. What if he chose one with severe nearsightedness? What if she took off her glasses and mistook her nose for her mouth? What if she had a booger on her nose?
The bespectacled, bookish, and refined beauty was unaware of Shen Yi's thoughts; otherwise, she probably wouldn't have smiled at him so gently, but would have rolled up her sleeves and started to discipline him in a very unrefined way.
Do you like Tagore's poetry?
The woman asked in a soft voice.
Good heavens behold, Shen Yi picked up this poetry collection out of sheer boredom. The reason he picked it up wasn't to recite poetry, but rather to prevent others from seeing him drooling when he was dozing off.
The journey is long, and even more so, lonely and boring. Those who can sit on this plane, whether in economy or luxury, must be people of a certain class. Otherwise, why would they drink salt water?
This man is a bit thin and not very good-looking, but it's not like I'm looking for a husband. I'm just casually chatting to pass the time on my trip, so it's better than nothing! Besides, he's hiding a book of poetry over his head, so we should at least have some common ground!
The elegant woman guessed this, and seeing Shen Yi staring at her in disbelief, she thought she was right. He was a literature enthusiast like herself, but she just smiled and shrugged, asking, "What's wrong?"
"Um, it's nothing. Are you going to Paris too?"
Shen Yi's head had been hurting ever since he boarded the plane, and now that they were about to take off, it felt even worse! They hadn't arrived in France yet, and the smell of garlic hadn't reached them, but romance seemed to have arrived ahead of time.
"Is this plane heading to Thailand?"
The beautiful woman couldn't help but smile.
"I'm not really sure about that."
Shen Yi gave an awkward smile and changed the subject, asking, "Um, what is your surname, Miss?"
"My surname is Xia, and my name is Xia Weiwei."
Xia Weiwei asked with poise and grace, "Sir, and you?"
"My surname is Gao, and my given name is Zhishen!"
Shen Yi has always kept his name and surname unchanged, but now that he has changed his name and surname and is even using someone else's name to make a fuss, it seems a bit like a thief trying to hide his true intentions. "Gathering wild herbs to eat?"
"Um!"
Xia Weiwei smiled and asked in return, "The 'wisdom' in 'both wisdom and courage'?"
They were both laughing, as if their relationship had suddenly become very close.
After laughing, Shen Yi was bewildered as to why he was laughing so foolishly. Just then, Xia Weiwei asked, "Zhishen, what do you think of Tagore?"
"This, that!"
Shen Yi hesitated, stammering, then gritted his teeth. A serious illness requires strong medicine, a loud drum needs to be pounded hard, and while the bespectacled beauty was tempting, even if he got her, kissing wouldn't be convenient. "I think... I think he should be a great Spanish poet. He's not fighting alone; he inherited the fine romantic tradition of France, a whole group of people fighting together." Feeling the disdainful laughter and strange looks from the surrounding noble passengers, Shen Yi reluctantly shut up. He thought to himself that even a French rooster would be ashamed to crow after hearing his words and would probably stop crowing and go back to laying eggs. Although Shen Yi dressed like a cultured man, he completely lacked the wisdom of his father and brother; basically, describing him as a playboy would be accurate.
This time, it was Xia Weiwei's turn to stare at Shen Yi in disbelief, as if she had seen a fly fall into someone else's food and that person had unknowingly eaten it. She said awkwardly, "Mr. Gao, you are really humorous."
Shen Yi estimated that if Gao Zhishen heard this beautiful woman praising him like that, he would be so happy he would faint.
Xia Weiwei changed how she addressed him just to let others know that she and he weren't actually very close.
After a long silence, Xia Weiwei was still not giving up and asked, "Does Mr. Gao often go to France?"
"Well, I don't go very often, maybe fifteen or sixteen times a month!"
Shen Yi spoke calmly, so calmly that he didn't seem like a liar. Kong Yiji didn't seem like a liar either, but everyone knew he was lying.
Upon hearing this, the people in the luxury cabin gave Shen Yi even more disdainful looks. There is only one flight every three days from Shenzhen to Paris. Even if you take every flight, there are only ten flights. Did you swim to get there for the extra five or six flights?
Xia Weiwei felt a chill run down her spine upon hearing his words; this man was far too shallow. Nevertheless, she still asked cautiously, "I wonder what Mr. Gao's impression of Paris is?"
"Well..."
Shen Yi thought about it very seriously, "Snail and Miss!"
"Snail? Miss?"
Xia Weiwei was so startled she almost jumped up. She really couldn't understand how romantic and beautiful Paris could be associated with snails or prostitutes.
With a "gulp," Shen Yi swallowed hard. "I had garlic snails by the Seine last time, and they were absolutely delicious!"
"tasty?"
Xia Weiwei almost vomited when she saw Shen Yi's lingering expression.
Seeing her so surprised, Shen Yi leaned closer and asked, his breath like garlic, "Miss Xia, don't you like it?"
Xia Weiwei could almost smell the stale garlic. She couldn't help but pinch her nose and said with disgust, "Mr. Gao's hobbies are quite peculiar!"
Xia Weiwei would rather die than kiss someone who likes to eat snails. He thought to himself: Luckily, Weijie doesn't eat them.
"Actually, I go to Paris several times a month because I think their garlic snails are pretty good,"
Shen Yi sighed, as if he couldn't do anything about his stomach. "Also, by the way, the Arab and African kebabs they make there are pretty good. Some people say that some African kebabs taste almost like roasted human flesh!"
Xia Weiwei almost screamed. She went to France every year, just like her period every month. She had seen small vendors that were rare in France. The stall owners were indeed of Arab and African descent, but she never dreamed that the meat skewers she had eaten could be related to human flesh.
"Besides snails, what impressed me most were the ladies of Paris!"
The listener paid no attention, while the speaker began to speak with unrestrained enthusiasm: "In Paris, street prostitutes are the lowest class of sex workers, mostly drug addicts, AIDS patients, transgender people, and illegal immigrants! 'High-class' women from the fashion or film industries, or those who provide escort services, primarily cater to successful businessmen or politicians; they are generally not controlled by pimps. Housewives, female university students, or budding models find clients through advertisements on mini-telephone video systems, in bars or tea rooms of grand hotels. In today's world, the dominant language is Britain. The world's economic lifeline is controlled by American and Japanese businessmen. In this globalized environment, only this confident, arrogant, romantic, hedonistic, flamboyant, and lazy nation is still moving forward slowly like an ox, which is truly disappointing."
"oh?"
Xia Weiwei was speechless. She had thought this young master might have some talent. Xia Weiwei, who was learning to smile and be polite even when she felt like vomiting in the cutthroat world of business, wanted to get to know him. But his "talent" really left her speechless.

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