The hotel we stayed at was only one street from Red Square, and you can see the Kremlin when you stand in the room.

The simplicity and rudeness of the Russians is not only reflected in making weapons, naming the train station, but also in the arrangement of the room.

The suite where Fu Song lived was estimated to be 100 square meters in size, with two bedrooms inside and outside, a study room, a living room, an independent bathroom, a bar counter, etc., and not only does it not feel cramped, but it seems a little empty.

He has been traveling around over the years, visited countless places, and stayed in countless high-end hotels, but this is the first time he lives in such a large room, even if the family of three lives at home here, it will be fine.

Chu Linlin diligently packed his things for him, while he sat lazily by the window, drinking tea while basking in the sun.

Chu Linlin asked curiously: "Mr. Fu, as a foreign affairs staff, Secretary Ge must abide by foreign affairs discipline. Why did he get along with Soviet women?"

Fu Song took a sip of tea and snorted: "Listen to Ge Shouwen, his small body can't control the Russian woman at all."

Chu Linlin burst out laughing: "How could I smell a jealous smell?"

Fu Song said anxiously and white-facedly: "I'm jealous? Which eye did you see that I'm eating the wrong one!"

Chu Linlin held back her smile: "Okay, okay, you can't be jealous, right?"

"But you just reminded me that this old man is too fat. He actually hooked up with an old woman with an organization behind his back... Could it be that he was picking up girls with orders? It's impossible!"

"Suck by the order..." Chu Linlin finally understood what it meant after a while, and couldn't help but be funny and angry: "Mr. Fu, you can really destroy people."

"Lao Ge is quite steady, at least he is more steady than me. He will not make such low-level mistakes, so what I just said must be a bragging element, it's nothing more than a few."

"You men even brag about this?"

Fu Songzhen said, "Women are the face of men, and men are good at this."

Chu Linlin smiled and said, "Actually, women are the same. Men are also a woman's face. If you want to show off, women are born to show off more than men."

Fu Song glanced at her and asked, "Do you regret it?"

Chu Linlin said: "What do you regret?"

Fu Song said: "If..., I mean if, ahem, if that, you can't show it off."

Chu Linlin turned her head and looked out the window and said lightly: "Do you think I care about this?"

In the evening, Fu Song came to the place where Ge Shouwen treated her to a restaurant located on Kutuzovsky Avenue across the Moscow River.

The restaurant is a typical Soviet style, and the dishes also follow the Russian style. They are not very exquisite, but they are better because they have a lot of meat and a lot of quantity.

Ge Shouwen took out a bottle of wine and said mysteriously: "Today I want you to taste this, it's an absolutely good thing!"

Fu Song held the bottle and looked at the lights. He soaked a ginseng as thick as a thumb and a complete deer antler. "Is it really a good thing? Are ginseng wild or artificial?"

Ge Shouwen snatched the bottle of wine and said dissatisfiedly: "Artificial? Are you embarrassed me! Pure Siberian wild ginseng, which has a lifespan of at least a hundred years. This antler is a fresh antler. It has just been cut off from the deer and washed it and let me put it inside, carrying deer blood."

Fu Song smiled and said, "You won't drink this thing every day, right? That's right, just your body, you really have to drink it every day."

Ge Shouwen poured him half a cup, "Even drinking can't stop your mouth. Should Xiaochu come and do you want to do some?"

When Chu Linlin thought of the deer blood in the wine, she felt her throat itchy and waved her hands repeatedly: "You drink it, I drink water."

Ge Shouwen also got half a cup for himself and instructed: "It's all your own people, don't be polite, just be at will. Come on, Lao Fu, let's go!"

Fu Song frowned and took a sip, "It's better to drink less of this wine."

Ge Shouwen curled his lips and said, "I can't bear to drink too much if you want to drink too much. Is there any more for each person tonight?"

Fu Song looked at the Russian's big glass and his mouth twitched. The task was arduous and he wanted to refuse, but when he met Ge Shouwen's provocative gaze, he became angry. The east wind blows and the war drums beat. Isn't it just drinking? Who have I ever been afraid of!

The two of them went back and forth, but they didn't eat much food, but they were already dizzy.

Fu Song said drunkenly: "Old Ge, okay, you haven't seen each other for a few years. Your darling drink has increased, and I almost capsized in the gutter."

Ge Shouwen sighed: "There is no way. In Moscow, you must not only know how to drink, but also be able to drink, otherwise nothing will be done."

Fu Song patted his shoulder: "You are tired!"

Ge Shouwen said: "Who said no, but it's finally over. Find some time and let's have a good chat."

"I'll leave the day after tomorrow, let's go tomorrow." Fu Song nodded. They had already agreed before dinner that they would not talk about work tonight, but only drink to reminisce about the past.

"So urgent? It's not too late to leave after New Year's Day. The night before New Year's Day, the embassy will hold a New Year's reception, and the leader invites you to come."

"I won't go, next time." Fu Song smiled and shook his head. The embassy did not even send an invitation, and there was no sincerity at all.

Ge Shouwen no longer advised him, anyway, he was about to get out of here. Even if he was told to complete the task, as for whether Fu Song would go, he was too lazy to care. "Take the cup over, be happy today, you'll be cheap."

Fu Song hurriedly covered his cup and said, "I really can't drink it anymore."

Ge Shouwen grabbed the cup without saying a word, pinched the bottle that could hold two liters of white wine, and poured it in with a bang.

Seeing a large glass of medicinal wine placing in front of him, Fu Song felt his scalp numb and smiled bitterly: "Lao Ge, it's past."

Ge Shouwen squinted his eyes: "I finally came here, so I can't treat you well, right? Hurry up! Don't be like a sissy."

Fu Song picked up the cup, "If I drink all this cup, I will definitely be useless tomorrow."

Ge Shouwen hooked his neck and said in his ear: "Anyway, someone will take care of you. You can play better than me!"

"Don't talk nonsense." Fu Song burped and looked at Chu Linlin with drunken eyes, "I'm not that kind of person, I have nothing to do."

Ge Shouwen laughed: "Drink, I won't go home until I'm drunk!"

The two of them drank until the restaurant closed. Fu Song was supported by Chrys and Chu Linlin from left to right, and as soon as his body touched the seat, he became confused.

Ge Shouwen staggered at the car door and told Chu Linlin: "Xiao Chu, he will leave it to you, I will let you suffer tonight."

Chu Linlin was worried, but said, "What are you tired? Isn't this what you should do?"

Ge Shouwen smiled and said, "Yes, yes, that's right, then I won't send it to you, see you again!"

Fu Song felt that he had a dream. In the dream, he stepped on the light clouds, with slightly curved earth and winding rivers under his feet.
Chapter completed!