Billionaire's Favorite: The President's Handy Little Sweet Wife

Matsumoto and his party left with ugly faces.

Qin Shu withdrew his gaze, and gave Chu Zhou a thumbs up quietly, "Second Uncle, I just realized that you are also good at hating people."

"It depends on who you are. I don't like the people of Dongying Kingdom." Chu Zhou said lightly, picking up the room card in his hand, "Everyone take your ID and room card."

Qin Shu handed Liu Xiwen's passport and room card to him, seeing that he still had a look of loss on his face, and wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know how to say it, so he had to give up after thinking about it.

She turned to Yuan Luoli and gave her her passport, "Luo Li, I share a room with you."

Yuan Luoli nodded, "Okay."

Everyone took the elevator with their luggage to their respective rooms.

The luxury suite is fully equipped and the environment is comfortable and clean.

After a long journey, the first time everyone put down their luggage, they took a comfortable bath to relax their bodies and minds.

at the same time.

Kenta Matsumoto and his team members are trying to find the next hotel on the streets of this foreign country.

The grade is the highest nearby, and the Newman Hotel is the closest to tomorrow's meeting point.Others are either too remote or small hotels that are not popular.

Kenta Matsumoto's face turned dark when he saw it, and he scolded Liu Xiwen and the others in Dongying Mandarin. At the end of the scolding, he even complained to the competition committee.

"The self-righteous Western Empire doesn't take us contestants seriously, and doesn't even help arrange accommodation in advance! It's disgusting!"

......

Next to the natural lake far away from the urban area is a luxurious, simple and green manor.

Here lives the most famous super family in M ​​country, the Ston family.

Hundreds of years of accumulation have established the unshakable status and unimaginable wealth of the Ston family, and the position of the first duke has been passed down steadily.

In the old castle at the center of the manor, the blond old man was standing on the terrace of the study, looking out at the green lawn outside the window, his deep blue eyes shone with deep wisdom.

A sudden knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Come in." He said two words lightly, and the door opened automatically as if sensing something.

Outside the door, a middle-aged man in a black and white uniform walked in slowly, "My lord, the person sent to the airport to inquire about information has just returned."

"En." The old man made a faint syllable in his nasal cavity, signaling the other party to continue.

"The person you asked us to pay attention to has already arrived, but someone arranged a grand welcome ceremony for them at the airport. There are too many people paying attention, so there is no way to make a move. And—"

The old man turned around and stared at the other party with sharp eyes, "Continue."

The middle-aged man was a little nervous, "The other party stayed at the Newman Hotel, that place is not in our sphere of influence...it's not easy to act."

The old man let out a slightly sarcastic snort, "Do you think it would be easier if you waited for them to gather tomorrow and go to the competition base?"

"This..." The middle-aged man's expression suddenly became serious, feeling great pressure, and he quickly said, "I got it!"

"Go, don't let me down." The old man waved his hand.

The middle-aged man stepped back carefully, and the door closed automatically.

The old man squinted his eyes and thought for a while, walked around to the desk, picked up the phone on the desk and dialed a number.

......

Amman Street.

The famous lower-third-rate neighborhood in M ​​country.

Xin You has been wandering here for three days.