Dib, a world-renowned sailing hotel.

Fu Zhisong wore sunglasses and opened his arms and said to Ai Qing: "Long time no see, a big beauty."

Ai Qing had her hair loose, turned her head and was full of charm, with a faint smile on her lips: "Long time no see!"

The two hugged each other, and Fu Zhisong said, "I haven't seen the old at all, I'm still so beautiful."

"Haha, all the money I earned is spent on my face." Ai Qing smiled and said, "Didn't Ozawa come?"

"He can't come in such an occasion." Fu Zhisong shook his head: "What's wrong? Are you still thinking about him?"

"Get out of here." Ai Qing cursed: "Let's go, go upstairs and put down your things."

"Hey, why didn't I see Dongguan? Liao Ang didn't come back!" Fu Zhisong said curiously.

"I heard from Jiajun that they seem to be injured and are in the hospital." Ai Qing shook his head and responded: "The people around him this time are all innocent faces, and they have never seen them before."

As soon as he finished speaking, two strong men in suits came over and asked with a smile: "Mr. Fu Zhisong, my surname is Niu, and it was the reception arranged by President Luo."

"Oh, hello, hello!" Fu Zhisong shook hands with the other party.

"The room is open. Give me the ID and let's go up directly."

"Okay!" Fu Zhisong and others handed over the ID to the other party, and then asked, "Where is Jiajun?"

"He and his girlfriend went to get the wedding dress." The strong man explained politely: "Come back later."

"Okay." Fu Zhisong nodded: "He is busy with him, and it happens that our friends are gathering together."

...

One hour later.

Fu Zhisong sat in the hotel, wiped his head with a towel, shook his head and sighed: "Damn, the toilet door handles are all gilded... This crude oil tycoon is rich and he is very good at enjoying it."

Zhang Dongcheng stood at the window, looking at the blue sky and the beach in front of the Sailing Hotel, and the sea water said, "Look at how others spend money, look at you... I'll make money every day, and I'll stay in Myanmar D and dare not move. What's the point?"

"Old Zhang said this and was fartful. Who wouldn't spend money?" Fu Zhisong responded speechlessly: "But if you make money, you will naturally have to pay more... Mom, wait for me to be fine, and I will dig a pit next to the Mekong River to build a sailboat."

"Hahaha." Lao Zhang smiled when he heard this: "Yes, you are buying some poppy fields and planting corn, and the whole farmhouse."

"You are the most boring person, and I have to chat with you." Fu Zhisong wiped his hair clean, lowered his head and looked on the console: "Where is this hair dryer? I can't understand it even if I do it in English."

Zhang Dongcheng walked over, looked down and pressed a button.

"Bang!"

A box popped out, the hair dryer inside was shining with gold, and the handles were also gold-plated.

"You said that I dare not use this kind of fancy thing. If I lose some gold, will I have to lose money?" Fu Zhisong said with a smile.

"Nowadays!" Lao Zhang cursed, sat on the sofa and asked, "Will I go with you later?"

"No, you guys play, I'll go find Ai Qing." Fu Zhisong lowered his head and replied.

"Haha, OK." Lao Zhang nodded.

...

night.

Fu Zhisong opened the leased McLaren Supercar and carried Ai Qing across the main road leading to the port. He stood under the lighthouse, drank beer, and chatted.

"Do you think Jiajun will be willing?" Ai Qing asked casually.

"Ozawa said no." Fu Zhisong shook his head.

"I hope he leaves Sanxin with the money. He is over thirty years old. Half of his life has passed. Why are you still more enthusiastic? Are you tired?" Ai Qing sat in the front of the car and whispered: "Isn't it good to get married and do some business?"

"No, don't you have any other topics except to talk about business to me?" Fu Zhisong asked with a smile.

Ai Qing was stunned and looked at Fu Zhisong with a crooked neck: "Then what do you want to talk to me?"

"Let's talk about the second half of my life." Fu Zhisong blinked at Ai Qing.

"Little Songsong, are you sick? I am so conscious, why are you always staring at me? You said that now, you want money and look... Forget it, don't mention your appearance... Just talk about social status, you are a prince... What kind of girl can't be found?" Ai Qing asked cheerfully.

"Different." Fu Zhisong looked at the afterglow of the sunset and said with a smile: "You are my dream!"

"Vomit!" Ai Qing covered his mouth: "You are so disgusting... How can you not speak so stingy? I'm not very adaptable!"

"Really, I'm very little in my heart, I can only hold you alone." Fu Zhisong began to flirt with him.

Ai Qing rolled his eyes: "Are you copied a joke on that website?"

"From the heart," Fu Zhisong replied softly: "We are all at this age, so do we still have to say something about childish children? If you don't really like it, how can you last for so many years?"

Ai Qing hugged her legs and looked at Haishui with her eyes: "Yes, if you don't really like it, how could you be single for so many years?"

Fu Zhisong was stunned.

"Dasong, to be honest, I haven't even thought about the relationship myself. I feel very guilty about you always treating me like this, for fear of delaying you." Ai Qing looked at Fu Zhisong in a blunt manner and said.

"Actually, I didn't hold it in my mind and had to be liked with you. Actually, I like it... it's just a kind of satisfaction." Fu Zhisong, who is over thirty years old, is already too mature and steady. He took out a box from his pocket and put it on the cover of the instrument and said, "Give it to you!"

Ai Qing shook her hair, lowered her head and opened the box. When she saw the glittering necklace: "It's very beautiful!"

"Just like it!"

"…!!" Ai Qing stared at Fu Zhisong, slowly stood up from the front of the car, and suddenly hugged his neck with his hands: "Thank you, Dasong... you made me feel like I was being held in the palm of my hand... I... I was thinking."

Fu Zhisong smiled and responded Nuannuan: "It's okay, I'll stand there and don't leave, haha!"

"Go back, Zhu Kai and the others are going to treat you to dinner tonight." Ai Qing happily held the box and said, "It's really pretty, I like it very much."

"Let's go!" Fu Zhisong bent over and got into the car.

That night, the gathering between friends would not be discussed for the time being, and only said that Luo Jiajun in the hotel was arguing with the bride-to-be.

"...What do you mean? We are all going to get engaged, but you haven't laughed from beginning to end. I've made you wronged, right?" The person who spoke was Li Han, a man from a high school, has a very good family background. He has been with Luo Jiajun for a long time, but he has not officially confirmed his relationship.

"I'm not treating you, I'm having something wrong in my heart." Luo Jiajun looked up and explained.

"You don't want to marry me, do you? Why do you have to hold an engagement ceremony if you don't want to get married?!" Li Han said aggrievedly: "I can tell whether you are happy or not!"

"Di Lingling!"

The phone rings, Luo Jiajun glanced at the caller ID and said, "I'll go out and talk about something, and come back later!"

"Now make it clear!" Li Han shouted.

Luo Jiajun pushed the door and walked out.

"You bastard!!" Li Han roared with his pink fists.

...

More than ten minutes later, in the corridor.

Luo Jiajun took a big stroll and lowered his head and asked, "Are they here?"

"Um!"

Luo Jiajun hesitated for a while and said, "What should be prepared, be prepared."

ps: Before 10:30, there are two chapters left.
Chapter completed!