Please Don’t Give Up on Me

A total of 500 guests were invited to participate in the meeting, and many people will bring their families to attend the meeting. The venue that can accommodate thousands of people is actually packed.

The indoor temperature was originally set at 22,23 degrees, because the full house of guests just made the temperature inside the room rise by several degrees.

Even when entering the arena, people are next to each other, side by side. From a distance, like dumplings, one after another jumped into the steamer.

There are two occasions that Qi Yue actually dislikes.

One, there are many people. Second, the social occasions of the imaginary and the snake.

It's a pity that both are taken up today. But she had no choice but to face the difficulties.

Wearing ten centimeters of high heels under her feet, holding Lin Jing's arm, she walked towards the reception desk in front of the banquet hall, which was responsible for receiving guests.

Lin Jing suddenly turned his head and whispered in her ear: "Watch carefully, don't let go of the person with the black snake scepter emblem on the chest and collar. That is the mark of the Esser organization."

Qi Yue: "How do you know? Before I..."

Qi Yue recalled carefully. When she was abducted before, she had indeed seen someone embroidered with this symbol on their necks, and others had tattoos directly on their hands or chests.

Lin Jing: "All the senior members of the organization who can attend this kind of formal meeting will wear a badge on a certain part of the body to show their identity."

Qi Yue snorted: "It's kind of a collective honor."

Lin Jing: "Today, first find out which pharmaceutical companies they have contacted. Yu Hai, Chen Chong and I will find a way to put the wiretap next to them."

Qi Yue: "Well, I know."

Walking to the registration place at the door, the waiter politely bowed to them: "Hello sir, hello madam. Please show your invitation letter."

Lin Jing handed over the invitation letter previously obtained from Huo Niancheng.

The waiter opened the invitation letter, glanced at it, and logged it on the computer, and then warmly and kindly said to Lin Jing and the others: "Mr. Lin, Mrs. Lin. Welcome to the Four Seasons Hotel. Your dining table is No. 63, by the window. The ninth table is positive."

The waiter blinked at Lin Jing: "Mr. Lin, your wife is so beautiful.

Lin Jing smiled faintly: "Thank you."

The order of the dinner party is dinner first, followed by a dance party and a cocktail party.

Dinner is a five-course French meal. The appetizer is black caviar with oysters, Beef Tartare, and black truffle with foie gras. More than half are raw.

Especially beef tartare. This dish is to mix chopped fresh 5A beef with salt, pepper and sauce, and then top with a raw egg.

Qi Yue looked at the **** minced meat on the plate, feeling difficult to eat.

But the waiter next to her asked her thoughtfully and thoughtfully: "Do you have any questions about the dishes? Or is there something uncomfortable?"

Qi Yue can't tell people directly that she doesn't eat raw meat.

Moreover, this dish is completely fine. The best beef and the freshest ingredients are used. There is nothing to fault at all.

Lin Jing, who was sitting across from her, was cold-hearted and even encouraged her:

"It's delicious, it's not fishy at all. Try it."

Qi Yue endured the intense discomfort and used a fork to pick up a small piece of minced meat and put it in his mouth to chew.

Qi Yue: "..."

After the chef's special treatment, there is indeed no fishy smell at all. Not to mention, the taste is good, and the meat is very tender and delicious, but... the feeling of raw meat being ground between the teeth gives Qi Yue the illusion that he is some kind of primitive animal.

Lin Jing raised her eyes and looked at her: "How is it?"

Qi Yue said dryly: "It seems to be eating raw meat."

Lin Jing: "This is raw meat."

Qi Yue stared at the meat in the plate with difficulty for a while: "Can I give this to you?"

It is shameful to waste food. Especially in this kind of high-end restaurant, there is a lot of food left on the plate, which looks very indecent.

Lin Jing took the raw beef that Qi Yue had pushed over, and exchanged the plate of expensive black truffle foie gras in front of him for Qi Yue: "This is always edible, right?"

Qi Yue covered his face: "It's a pity, I can't..."

Lin Jing: "..."

She has always hated the smell of foie gras. If she had to describe it, she felt that the smell of foie gras was like expired canned dog food, fishy and sticky. She didn't understand why someone would like to eat this stuff.

So, in the three appetizers, she only moved oysters.

Lin Jing acted as her personal trash can, and sighed dumbfounded: "I didn't expect you to be so picky."

Qi Yue: "Why am I picky. I just can't get used to these crooked things. If you want me to say, no matter how expensive this thing is, it can't compare to a bowl of scallion noodles."

After she said this sentence, both of them were slightly stunned.

I don't know if I remembered what happened that night at the same time. If there is a seemingly ambiguous ambiguity floating in the air, the atmosphere instantly becomes a little subtle.

Before Qi Yue could continue to say anything, the main course was served.

The main dish is the traditional French dish-blood duck. It is said that it is made according to the ancient method more than 400 years ago. The duck bones and entrails are put into a special vessel and stirred, the blood in the bones is squeezed out, brandy, lemon juice and Madeira wine are boiled into a sauce and cooked together. Eat half-cooked duck breast together. The duck for making blood duck is specially selected, the meat is very tender and the blood juice is also very delicious...

It also looks very bloody...

But anyway, the meat is at least half-cooked this time. Although it looks bloody, there is no fishy smell at the entrance. Some only have the plump and tenderness of duck meat.

The dessert is tiramisu cake and rum flavored gelato. Anyway, these two are quite satisfactory, and they don't have to continue to challenge Qi Yue's already tense nerves.

After the meal, it was time for the dance party and the cocktail party. At this time, the guests have begun to move around freely, dancing, dancing, and pulling relationships.

Lin Jing went to the bar to fetch wine and listened to the information by the way, while Qi Yue sat at the table while observing the situation in the arena, while absently scooping the ice cream in the goblet.

She was engrossingly observing the few people with the black snake scepter crest pinned on the neckline and chest in her sight, but her sight was suddenly blocked by the hem of a dark blue suit.

"Oh, beautiful lady, can I have the honor to ask you to do a dance?"

Qi Yue was shocked when someone actually spoke in an opera accent in life! She thought that this kind of joke would only appear in funny shows on TV.

Qi Yue's gaze moved up along the blue suit, and then saw a low-profile version of Tom Bruce's face.

Uh... She just wants to be a biflower quietly.

Seeing that Qi Yue did not respond, the man thought she could not understand English, and immediately asked in poor Chinese: "Miss, can you please dance a dance?"

Qi Yue was full of black lines, she stiffened for a moment, and replied in fluent English: "Sorry, I don't know how to dance."

The man saw that her English was quite good, the fire in his eyes was lit up, and the whole person showed a state of excitement, and began to talk endlessly: "It's okay, I can teach you! Have you seen the movie "In the Mood for Love" Is it a movie? I saw you from a distance in the hall just now, just like seeing Maggie Cheung in "In the Mood for Love". No, you are more beautiful than Maggie Cheung! You are the best-looking woman in a cheongsam I have ever seen! "

Qi Yue raised his eyebrows slightly, the foreigner actually knew "In the Mood for Love". But this commercial embarrassment really makes people feel very ashamed...

Qi Yue can only politely: "Thank you..."

The man bent down, reached out to her, and made an inviting gesture: "Beautiful lady, please give me this honor."

Qi Yue: "..." It seems that this person really doesn't understand what ‘refusal’ means.

"This gentleman, may I ask if you have anything to do with my wife?" A cold voice suddenly came from behind the man.

The low-end version of Tom Cruise froze for a moment, then turned his head.

He saw a handsome tall Asian man standing behind him, looking at him blankly.

Lin Jing passed him, walked directly to Qi Yue, and naturally wrapped her hand around her waist. It's as natural as if they are a real couple.

Qi Yue: "..."

The palm that rests on her waist is strong and gentle, not too powerful, just right.

The low-end version of Tom Cruise felt Lin Jing's icy eyes look at him, and his back was inexplicably cold.

He smiled awkwardly: "Haha, sorry, I thought this beautiful lady was alone."

Lin Jing smiled so much, did not speak, but his eyes were still cold and sharp, only shuddering at the sight.

The man couldn't bear such a low pressure anymore. After Qi Yue said, "I am glad to meet you," he hurriedly walked.

Lin Jing let go of the hand on Qi Yue's waist: "What did the foreign devil tell you just now?"

Qi Yue was funny in her heart, she suddenly became playful, stood on tiptoe, and leaned to Lin Jing's ear: "He said that I...much like Maggie Cheung in "In the Mood for Love".

The gentle breath, with a hint of feminine fragrance, softly wrapped Lin Jing's ears.

He quietly climbed a hint of pink on his ears, and took a step back quietly: "Really."

Qi Yue turned his head to look at him: "Do you have nothing to say?"

Lin Jingzuo thought thoughtfully, and nodded after a moment: "Magnificent Cheung is still more beautiful."

Worthy of being a member of the Falcons team, when it comes to the ability to talk to death in one sentence, one is really better than one.

Qi Yue gave him a blank look, turned around and sat down, and continued to mutely eat her ice cream.

Then, a hand with distinct knuckles and slender fingers, gentlemanly stretched out in front of her.

The man bends down slightly at her, and the corner of his mouth gently evokes a beautiful arc: "Then, this lady who is more beautiful than Maggie Cheung, may I have the honor to dance with you?"

Qi Yue's head buzzed, staring at the tough and handsome man in front of him, and was stunned.

Isn't this man... too deep into the play?