"Carl, is that cheongsam fashion production company yours?" said Isabel Adjani.

"Isabel, do you still know it's a cheongsam? I don't know many people at the scene." Li Zhiwen put out his cigarette butt and looked at Isabel Ajiani.

"What's strange about this? They are just ignorant. I've seen such clothing before." Isabel Adjani said, and his faint sense of pride was revealed unconsciously.

"Oh? Then why do you feel that the company belongs to me?" Li Zhiwen asked in confusion.

"You are the only one with yellow skin in the fashion show, not yours, whoever you belong to. You should know that the seats for the fashion show are not available casually. I have never seen you in the Paris fashion industry before, so it can only be yours. And the cheongsam comes from China, that can only be you." Isabel Adjani said.

"Oh? Then how do you confirm that I am Chinese, not Japanese?" Li Zhiwen asked.

It’s not a big deal for Li Zhiwen to ask this question, because at this time, Japan is much richer at this time. As the world’s second largest economy, Japan is buying and buying around the world. This hasn’t reached the square agreement yet, otherwise it may only be even more crazy.

Looking at the later generations of aunts who swept gold as counters, we can also see China's strength from the side.

"Because the Japanese are too short!" Isabel Adjani looked up and down at Li Zhiwen, nodded and continued: "Indeed, you are not talking about me."

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that I could use my height to judge nationality. It's true that I'm from Hong Kong, and that company belongs to mine." Li Zhiwen said.

"Then can you help me get a set? I like this cheongsam so much, it's better than the one I've seen before." Isabel Adjani said with a pitiful look.

Li Zhiwen was immediately attracted by Isabel Adjani's appearance, and he is indeed worthy of the title of France's No. 1 Beauty.

In fact, Isabel Ajiani doesn’t have to get the cheongsam through Li Zhiwen. As long as she hooks up, the fashion association will have people who will speak. Isabel Ajiani just loves cheongsam too much, so she just asks the boss to speak much faster than if she goes around.

"Okay, you can wait here and I'll go to the backstage." After Li Zhiwen said that, he walked towards the backstage.

Li Zhiwen came to the backstage, found Zhang Qingliang, explained his purpose, and then told Zhang Qingliang about Isabel Ajiani's size. Of course, the size here was measured by Li Zhiwen himself.

Li Zhiwen left too quickly, and Isabel Ajiani didn't even tell Li Zhiwen about her size.

After a while, Zhang Qingliang walked out with a box and handed it to Li Zhiwen.

Of course, this has never been worn before. Zheng Chao specially brought a few more pieces to each team just to prevent such emergencies.

Li Zhiwen took the bag, gave Zhang Qingliang a few words, and turned around and left the backstage.

Looking at Li Zhiwen's departure back, Zhang Qingliang sighed, the boss is worthy of being the boss, and he had an affair not long after he arrived in Paris.

Li Zhiwen didn't know that Zhang Qingliang was choreographing him behind his back, but came to the smoking room.

Seeing that Isabel Adjani was still waiting for her in the smoking room, she walked up and handed her the cheongsam to her and said, "Here, I'll give it to you."

"Carl, you ran so fast. I didn't even mention my size, and you didn't say the color." Isabel Adjani said coquettishly.

"In terms of size, I think I chose the right fit. As for the color, I think you will like it." Li Zhiwen touched his chin and looked at Isabel Ajiani.

When Isabel Ajiani saw Li Zhiwen's gaze, she was not angry, but turned around and showed her proud figure to Li Zhiwen, and said, "How is it? Is it good-looking?"

"It looks good!" Li Zhiwen said immediately.

"I always thought that Chinese men were very subtle, but I didn't expect that Carl, you are so straightforward." Isabel Adjani said.

"You don't understand me. I am different from ordinary men. Open it and take a look. Does it feel appropriate?" Li Zhiwen said.

When Isabel Ajani heard Li Zhiwen's words, she opened the gift box, and a red cheongsam was quietly lying inside.

"I like it so much, Carl, how do you know I like red?" said Isabel Adjani.

"Is that so? I just think red is very suitable for you." Li Zhiwen spread his hands and explained.

Isabel Ajiani also wanted to take out the cheongsam and gesture on her body, but Li Zhiwen stopped her.

Li Zhiwen said: "The smell here is not suitable for opening it. You can see it after you go back."

"That's right, such a room is really not suitable to take out this work of art." Isabel Adjani said, and put the gift box together again.

"Since you have fulfilled my wish, I will also satisfy your wish." Isabel Adjani said, pulling Li Zhiwen's hand and walking out the door.

"Where do you want to take me? How do you know what I want?" Li Zhiwen did not let go of Isabel Ajiani's hand. After all, he would not take advantage of him.

"You will know when you arrive." Isabel Adjani said.

Under the leadership of Isabel Adjani, Li Zhiwen followed him to the parking lot and parked in front of Isabel Adjani's Bugatti Veyron.

Isabel Adjani pointed to Bugatti Veyron and said, "Look, isn't this your wish?"

Li Zhiwen laughed in silence. It turned out that Isabel Ajiani thought Li Zhiwen was interested in Bugatti Veyron, but she didn't know that Li Zhiwen was just interested in the brand Bugatti Veyron. Of course, Li Zhiwen did not expose it, otherwise she would seem too unkind.

Isabel Ajani took out a bunch of keys from her handbag and threw them to Li Zhiwen and said, "Carl, let you experience what speed is. I also happen to experience the feeling of the co-pilot."

Li Zhiwen spread his hands and said to Isabel Adjani: "Isabel, I don't have a driver's license, and I have just arrived for a while and I am not familiar with Paris."

"Okay, that's a pity!" Isabel Adjani looked unhappy, but after a while Isabel Adjani said, "Let's go, I'll take you to a place, you'll like it."

After saying that, Isabel Ajiani took the key from Li Zhiwen and sat in the cab without getting Li Zhiwen's consent.

Li Zhiwen looked at Isabel Adjani sitting in the cab, smiled helplessly, gestured behind her, and then sat in the passenger seat.

The Bugatti Veyron roared, left the parking space and drove towards the distance.

When Bugatti Veyron left the parking space, a vehicle not far from it also left the parking lot.

At this time, Li Zhiwen's bodyguard team should have at least three cars, but Li Zhiwen made a gesture and only one car followed.
Chapter completed!