"What's going on?"

There was also a girl at the bar. She seemed to be about the same age as Jessica. She was not too beautiful, but she was also very good-looking. However, she was very aggrieved at this moment and said, "Manager, I don't understand what this customer is saying."

"I asked you to study English well, but you refused to listen. Now you know you are in trouble, right? Go back and study hard, or else I will expel you next time!"

Wu Xiumei knocked on the girl's head and said something she had said several times before turning around and asking in proficient English: "Can I help you?"

This was an old man in his early fifties, dressed in a simple outfit with no obvious signs, but in Wu Xiumei's eyes, it was filled with a bunch of expensive handmade products.

Especially the temperament of this old man, who has obviously reached a certain age, yet gives people a fresh and romantic touch.

Maybe, this one is from France?

She has opened this flower cafe for several years. In recent years, foreign tourists have often come here because of its reputation. However, this is only the fourth customer with such a temperament.

Just when she was looking at the old man, the old man suddenly said something, which made her freeze on the spot.

Behind him, the little girl at the bar whispered: "Manager, I didn't have time to say that this customer didn't speak English, and he doesn't seem to understand English."

Wu Xiumei suddenly had a headache. She couldn't understand French either.

"He was saying that he wanted to drink a cup of the most special coffee in the cafe." Luo Cheng came over at some point and smiled to help Wu Xiumei.

Wu Xiumei said in surprise: "Do you know French?"

"Didn't I tell you? Actually, I am a translator." I imitated some silly male protagonists in some idol dramas I watched recently, and pretended to tidy up my collarless T-shirt.

He was thinking of playing a guest role as a coffee shop waiter.

A reporter who doesn’t want to be a good waiter is not a competent translator!

But just when he turned his head, what he received was a warm and surprising hug from the old man, "Luo! Is it you? Haha! It seems that God has really given us enough fate to meet here.

arrive!"

Luo Cheng hurriedly broke away from the old man's embrace and took a few steps back with a dark face. However, he still felt unsafe and decisively stepped back behind Wu Xiumei, and then said angrily: "Do you know me?"

"Have you forgotten me? Luo, you make me sad." The old man looked frustrated.

Although Wu Xiumei didn't understand what the two were talking about, she could tell that the old French man obviously knew Luo Cheng, and his attitude was quite friendly, so that was all, "I'll leave this guest to you."

"No, I'm not your waiter?" Luo Cheng panicked. He was allergic to this old man.

“Two cups of coffee are free.”

"Five glasses!"

"make a deal!"

Sitting back in his seat, Luo Guo decisively moved his position to prevent the old man from being attacked by him again, ensuring that the old man opposite would not have the chance to come to him again.

The old man was smiling and seemed not to feel Luo Cheng's alienation at all. He waited until the other party calmed down before he said again in slightly exaggerated French: "Luo, you really don't recognize me anymore?"

"Do we really know each other?" Luo Cheng asked carefully. He didn't remember that he had friends in France, and he was such a handsome guy in his fifties.

"I'm really sad. We haven't seen each other for only two years!"

The old man shrugged in frustration, but quickly explained, "I'm Frank. We met two years ago at the negotiation between the German World Cup and Husou. Have you forgotten?"

Two years ago?

Luo Cheng remembered that the old man seemed to be there at that time, and subconsciously glanced at the top of the old man's head, his eyes twinkling.

Frank seemed not to notice his eyes, and laughed and said: "It seems that you have remembered it. At that time, we needed another translator to communicate. Now your French is so good, you really deserve to be a little kid."

A translator who is young enough to appear in international negotiations. By the way, just call me old Frank, I have always wanted to see you again."

The old man's praise was sincere, and he obviously didn't know what Luo Cheng had been through recently.

It could be seen from his eyes that he was really surprised to see Luo Cheng again. During the negotiation two years ago, he went to 'spectate', but he was deeply impressed by Luo Cheng.

Fortunately, Luo Cheng's heart was frosted and he would not lose his balance due to an old man's unintentional mistake, so he just responded politely, "Your English is still so bad."

"Isn't this normal?" Frank Sr., who is French, shrugged and said indifferently, "Do you have a job here now?"

"Yes." Luo Cheng smiled.

Old Frank wondered: "But as far as I know, the Olympic Games held in your country this year have just passed. There seems to be no commendable 'battlefield' here, right?"

This year's Olympic Games has just passed a month ago, and the heat has not completely dissipated. It is also talked about by the world, and it is the pride of being a Chinese. However, it is in the past after all. Luo Cheng looked a little depressed, "I am now a

Journalist."

"Reporter?" Old Frank was stunned for a moment.

Just when Wu Xiumei brought the specialty coffee from the store, Old Frank also changed the subject with a smile, talking about what he had seen in Seoul during this period, and also expressed his expectations for this cup of coffee: "I have been in Seoul for many days.

, I went shopping in many places, and to be honest, I am a little disappointed. I hope this flower cafe can live up to its romantic name!"

The French advocate romance, and the meaning of Frank is also freedom and ease.

However, Wu Xiumei's coffee was indeed very special, and Old Frank returned home satisfied. He just left his phone number so that Luo Cheng could ask him to have afternoon tea with him when he was free in the past two days.

It would take two days for him to leave this city that made him feel a little depressed.

"It seems you had a great time chatting." Wu Xiumei sat back down.

Luo Cheng put away Old Frank's card with only his name and phone number, and did not refuse the friendship of an old man. Although he himself didn't know how to make Old Frank have such a good impression of him, "It's just that he was very happy."

etc!

Could it be that old Frank has taken a liking to his stinky skin, right?

Thinking of this, the cards in the bag suddenly felt a little hot to the touch.

"I think this old man is very nice. He is also very cheerful and treats you very well. Why are you unhappy?"

"You don't understand the feeling of yearning for freedom but not being able to achieve it."

Looking at the little guy who was pretending to be serious, Wu Xiumei nodded, "Yes, a superficial woman like me really doesn't understand these big principles. By the way, the price of coffee beans has increased recently, and today the charge has increased by two levels."

"Wait! Don't I have five cups of free coffee?" Luo Cheng was anxious. He didn't lack the money for a cup of coffee now, but he couldn't let others take advantage of him.

"Is there any?"

Wu Xiumei blinked in confusion.

I don’t know who said it, the more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie?

"You deserve it. Xiumei Ouni is not a simple woman. Just accept it this time and treat it like you paid the tuition once. Be careful next time."

Listening to the voice of the card player in the earphones, Luo Cheng walked out of the supermarket with a calm expression, and then went to S.M. Company, "I just said why did she agree so quickly just now? She was originally thinking of defaulting on the debt. Also, are you here?

Gloating, right? Surely?"
Chapter completed!