Chapter 309

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

The Samothrace Column, stripped of its skin, only then revealed its elegance, yet Chen Yi was thinking about how to divide it into two parts, or how to hide it inside a large bag.

The hotel concierge helped buy a large bag. If this were in China, Chen Yi would probably not purchase equipment for transporting stolen goods immediately after a crime, but in Italy it didn't matter; different cities here couldn't even unify, administrative efficiency even lower than the Chinese Government.

After playing with it for half an afternoon, when Chen Yi discovered that neither Pocket Qi nor a small amount of Source Energy could stimulate the Samothrace Column to change, he gave up and went downstairs to find food.

Italians claim all the world's food comes from Italy; they say: regardless of whether it's France or Germany, the UK or the US, they're all eating Italians' leftovers, or things derived from their inheritance. If you ask about "China"? The speaking Italian would mostly be bewildered; in their eyes the world only has Europe, Africa of course has ethnic foods, but so what... What? China isn't in Africa?

The kitchen of the Bologna Queen Hotel claims to be Italy's top standard, yet Chen Yi lazily ordered a double portion of steak; the kitchen was presumably not too happy about it, the name on the plate was the Sixth Chef's, roughly in the Executive Chef's view, a gentleman ordering steak at the Bologna Queen Hotel must be someone undemanding about taste.

"Would you like wine with your meal?" the waiter asked routinely.

"No need. Give me two more portions of seafood, one portion of cod, and another kind of shellfish." Chen Yi stunned the waiter with his enormous appetite. Yesterday he had run several tens of kilometers; if you counted getting lost, perhaps several hundred kilometers.

Sure enough, after eating two portions of steak he was only half-full; Chen Yi waved and called for two more portions of steak, equivalent to eating six portions of non-Italian cuisine in an Italian restaurant, then under the waiter's intoxicated gaze, returned to his room and fell asleep head-first.

An expert is like an inflated airship; only when fully inflated can it fly a bit, and the subsequent recuperation work is also indispensable.

The noon nap was definitely insufficient; Chen Yi hid the Samothrace Column behind the curtains, then slept soundly, not knowing how much time passed, when suddenly he heard someone speaking on the bed.

"Let him sleep a bit more; if he's not awake by 10 o'clock, I'll wake him." This was approximately Liu Xinyu's voice.

"Sister, you wore him out yesterday, didn't you." This voice was somewhat familiar, yet indistinguishable.

Chen Yi turned over, preparing to sleep a bit more; being in a foreign land, having abundant energy was still very necessary.

A "splashing" sound of pouring water rang out, then Liu Xinyu said again: "He exercises his body; you'll know in a moment."

"He... won't refuse, will he?"

Liu Xinyu laughed, saying: "Do you think a man would refuse fatty meat delivered to his mouth?"

"I'm not fatty at all."

"Acting coquettish with me is useless."

In a low voice: "When I was helping you handle the clothes, I secretly took a look."

Liu Xinyu giggled: "Your guts aren't small."

"I'm just curious."

Chen Yi finally recognized it; this person was actually Ya Wen, the flight attendant from the private jet.

When leaving in the morning, Liu Xinyu said she would bring the flight attendant back; Chen Yi thought she was joking, but now it seems there might be a tiny bit of truth to it.

Chen Yi's drowsiness instantly vanished, and he began to ponder: what exactly did Liu Xinyu want — to test him or do something? They'd only done it once, and everyone was a novice; testing seemed unnecessary. Was it because of Ya Wen's request? This kind of thing isn't easy to do as a favor.

Ya Wen's voice, sticky-sweet, spoke again: "How did the hole in the pants get made?"

"I'm not too clear." Liu Xinyu actually was clear; that was a tremendous impact force, the likes of which she'd never seen in any book or movie.

Ya Wen murmured: "Doesn't look like it was seen or other tools..."

"Mm..."

"Is it that?"

Liu Xinyu lightly patted him once, laughing: "Could it be because of this reason that you agreed?"

"Maybe." Ya Wen giggled, saying: "Anyway, no loss."

She thought to herself: The golden turtle is too big; if I can't hook it, licking a taste is fine.

Chen Yi hadn't expected girls together could evolve to such a fierce degree; fearing they'd detect his eavesdropping, he simply stayed lying in bed, and before long the legendary 10 o'clock arrived.

Liu Xinyu gently wiped his face with warm water, smiling: "Time to get up."

Chen Yi "hmph"ed once, angry at her sudden attack, so he reached out, pulled Liu Xinyu down, and kissed her, forcing his tongue to practice a set of radio gymnastics.

After a bout of stirring, Liu Xinyu finally gave up struggling; Chen Yi, feeling proud, picked up the towel and leisurely wiped his face, then looked at Ya Wen in surprise: "Ah, how are you here?"

"Could it be you don't welcome me?" Ya Wen acted as if she hadn't seen their actions just now, smiling brightly, only her eyes held a teasing flavor.

She still wore the blue-and-white Jiangning Airlines flight attendant uniform, her face only coated with a light layer of cream; Ya Wen clearly knew her own advantages — uniform temptation plus nomadic ethnic bloodline were her most beautiful weapons.

Fortunately he was prepared early; Chen Yi clicked his tongue twice and withdrew his gaze, also letting the just-sitting-up Liu Xinyu feel more comfortable.

Liu Xinyu lay on Chen Yi's shoulder, facing Ya Wen, smiling: "From today, Ya Wen will live together with us."

"Live together?"

"Tomorrow we're still in Rome, then transfer to New York. You'll stay in New York for a week, the chartered plane will wait there too; this way, Ya Wen will be together with us for about half a month."

Chen Yi coughed violently, laughing foolishly.

Liu Xinyu slipped a hand into Chen Yi's collar, and used her full breasts to wrap around his spine, smiling: "I invited Ya Wen together; you can take the initiative, or you can be passive..."

Chen Yi continued coughing violently.

This time, Ya Wen instead placed her beautiful feet wearing 10-inch high heels onto the soft big bed, then bit by bit took off her stockings.

If one had to say which part of the flight attendant uniform wasn't so perfect, it would probably be the stockings; whether changed to black or removed entirely, both are much better than flesh-colored...

Ya Wen's choice was clearly to take them off.

Chen Yi coughed lightly once, eyes staring at the gently swaying buttocks in front.

Liu Xinyu still hid behind Chen Yi, both shy and curious watching Ya Wen's movements. Although she understood many movements, this was after all her first real experience; her technical level probably couldn't compare to Ya Wen's.

The jealousy Chen Yi worried about did not appear. Liu Xinyu was a woman leaning toward rationality; she knew she couldn't be Chen Yi's wife, and after returning to Jiangning, would more likely face Kim Doona vying for favor — rather than a mess at that time, better to pull an ally over there now.

Ya Wen's looks were excellent, and she had foreign blood; however you looked, she had a sense of novelty, plus her beautiful figure from frequent exercise; as an assistant she couldn't be better.

Liu Xinyu's bottom line was equivalent to the power of the Human Development Research Society's Jiangning head; if it could let her career advance another step, then that would be a bargain for Chen Yi.

Thinking here, she quietly sighed, then reached her hand low downward.

On the last day in Rome, it was neither tourism nor gourmet food, but a not-brief bed exercise. The amount of exercise was extremely large, to the extent that Chen Yi had to eat three to five steaks per meal, plus a varying quantity of raw oysters.

Liu Xinyu's twin peaks seemed even more swollen; even Flight Attendant Ya Wen looked exhausted every day. Her life had never been so fulfilling, just like her body.

When it came time to check out, all three people were somewhat reluctant. Almost as soon as they got in the Bentley they began reviewing various intense movements. By the time they boarded the plane, each and every one was exhausted, falling into a deep sleep.

Only Fang Zhong remained on the plane. Stanik pretended to be returning to Sistine to report for duty. Naked Bear and Cao Zheng, carrying hidden cameras and related audio-visual materials, took another chartered flight back to Jiangning and handed them over to Yin Senyong, finally informing Chen Yi of the result.

Whether the Altar exists still requires Yin Senyong to properly judge for a few days.

Four people sitting on a private jet is too spacious. The passenger count was even fewer than the crew. Unfortunately, at least three people did not go enjoy this spaciousness.

Flying from Rome to New York takes 9 hours, a slight detour — air routes aren't straight straight either. The three people basically all slept until the destination. Even Ya Wen, who should have entered work mode, was no exception. Fortunately the purser wasn't demanding. The guests had no requirement to use the office area, so the rear cabin flight attendants resting was also justified.

Ning Xueyan looked strangely at the three people's similar deep sleep, feeling somewhat stifled in her heart.

After arriving at Kennedy Airport, Chen Yi went to the reserved Hilton Hotel to meet up with School members. Fang Zhong went to Wall Street to meet Tang Xiongfei and took over the several part-time businesses managed by Emily, conducting a pre-integration assessment. Once passed, New York will see the second subsidiary owned by Chen Yi, mainly engaged in import-export and Purchasing Agent business, and cooperating with the Equipment Procurement Department still under Fang Zhong's command to complete the National Level Procurement mission.

Ya Wen dragged Ning Xueyan off the plane, clamoring to go on a shopping spree. The latter, however, said with some lack of interest: "You used to always bring me to play. But in Rome, you ran off alone."

"Went to see a man, huh." Ya Wen laughed without much concealment. She also wasn't staying out overnight for the first time.

Ning Xueyan didn't believe it. She dragged her Random Chest walking swiftly, the square scarf on her Neck fluttering: "You don't fly the Rome route. Where would you have a Boyfriend in Rome?"

"Can't it be a newly met one?"

"Cohabiting for two days and three nights? I don't believe it." Ning Xueyan didn't know why she lost her temper, then said somewhat embarrassedly: "Sorry, I can't find anyone to play with. Staying alone in the hotel is boring."

"It's fine." Ya Wen's eyeballs turned. Looking at Ning Xueyan, who was three to four years younger than her yet still tender like a middle school student, she smiled strangely: "You really want to know where I went these two days?"

"How?"

"Mine wasn't cohabiting..." Ya Wen added in her heart: Threesome would be more like it.