Zhang Wei struggled to get out of the customs for nearly two hours. When he came out, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

I casually scanned the arrival hall and found no one holding a sign to pick up the plane. Zhang Wei had to go outside the terminal to see if anyone was waiting outside.

He just walked around the terminal, but he didn't see anyone picking him up from a hotel or a conference company, but he did find a place where he could smoke.

It stands to reason that there are smoking rooms in airports in the United States, but wasn't Zhang Wei in a hurry to catch up with Gao Meng? If he had known that people with green cards would not have to queue, he might as well have smoked as much as he could before exiting customs.

Woolen cloth.

It had been more than 20 hours since he had smoked, which was really frustrating for Zhang Wei. As soon as he saw a place where he could smoke, Zhang Wei couldn't control his addiction and excitedly took out his cigarette and walked over.

There were several people smoking, with people of various skin colors. One of them, with yellow skin, looked Chinese, so Zhang Wei targeted this person.

"Friend, lend me a hand." Zhang Wei said politely.

"Sorry, I do and you." The man replied to Zhang Wei politely.

However, apart from Zhang Wei being able to understand the beginning of "Sao Rui", he couldn't understand the rest at all. However, Zhang Wei was not helpless. He took out a cigarette, held it in his mouth, and pointed at the other party's

cigarette, and made a gesture of lighting it.

Sometimes, actions are better than words. The other party immediately understood what Zhang Wei meant and took out an exquisite zip lighter and handed it to Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei took the lighter, lit the cigarette and took a puff, then remembered to return the lighter to the other party.

Coincidentally, the other party's cell phone rang at this time, and the person quickly picked up the phone.

Out of politeness, Zhang Wei felt that he should not disturb the other party at this time, so he smoked and waited for him to end the call.

It's just that Zhang Wei has finished smoking his second cigarette, but the other party still has no intention of hanging up the phone. Instead, he becomes more and more excited as he talks.

Seeing this, Zhang Wei prepared to be rude and returned the lighter to the other party. He also searched for the phrase "a piece of shit will kill the honey".

Just when he was triumphant and ready to try his pure northern Shanxi accent, the other party didn't know what happened and suddenly picked up his suitcase and ran away.

Zhang Wei hurriedly chased after him and even called a few times without attracting the other party's attention. In the end, he had no choice but to give up because of his weight.

As he walked back to the smoking area, Zhang Wei played with the zip in his hand, wondering if he should hand it to the police.

But he quickly rejected this idea. He had no choice but to find that the little English knowledge he had in his stomach was completely unable to explain the situation.

What's more, after experiencing the inconvenience when passing the customs, he was a little afraid of the American police uncle, who could draw a gun at any time!

"Just let it go, maybe this is a meeting gift given to me by Las Vegas." Thinking of this, Zhang Wei was convinced by himself.

Taking out another cigarette, Zhang Wei shook the ZIP shamelessly, lit it in a fancy way, and then put the ZIP lighter into his pocket.

After smoking a pot of cigarettes, Zhang Wei returned to the departure hall of the terminal. After carefully confirming that there was no pick-up staff, he had to find a way to get to the hotel by himself.

However, Zhang Wei never thought about taking public transportation such as airport buses or buses. Firstly, he couldn't communicate, and secondly, he probably couldn't find it himself, so Zhang Wei went straight out of the terminal and took a taxi.

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After all, he still recognizes "TAXI" written in capital letters on the sign.

As soon as Zhang Wei got into the taxi, he didn't say much. He threw the meeting invitation directly to the driver, pointed to the address on it, and said "thanks."

In silence all the way, Zhang Wei arrived at the hotel. After that, he did not go back to the room immediately, but used WIFI in the hotel lobby.

There was no way, the WIFI in the hotel room was chargeable, and he was already very distressed about the taxi fare of more than 40 dollars, so he was not willing to spend this wasted money again.

The Internet speed in the lobby is very fast. As soon as I connected to the WIFI, my phone kept ringing with WeChat messages.

Zhang Wei clicked on WeChat and ignored some messages in the work group;

The message from the boss to say hello has to be returned, but it will be returned later;

Hey, that guy Huang Bo actually has the nerve to ask me if Las Vegas is fun, why don't you deserve to be treated like this?

Hey, the pretty girl at the front desk is so honest that she asked for a few pictures of landmarks by name. Since you often help me collect takeaways, I can have this and I will do it for you tomorrow.

Ah! There are actually more than ten messages in the harem group. This is my wife’s trumpet group. All of them are my wife’s clones. They must be taken seriously immediately.

Zhang Wei didn't dare to delay anymore and hurriedly opened the group. He didn't even have time to read the content, so he directly posted a picture of a pair of red lips kissing each other.

After sending it, when I saw the previous message, I felt a little embarrassed and without hesitation I withdrew the kissing picture I had sent.

The last message actually used Yaya's avatar to say: Dad, I pooped, it stinks!

Although I know it is my wife who is role-playing, but the content... do you think this can be kissed?

Just when Zhang Wei was about to change the picture and reply to the message again, his wife’s true self sent a message: Dear, are you at the hotel?

Zhang Wei: Yes dear, there are all crooked nuts here. I am so scared and miss you so much.

Shirley: You are wrong. You are a crooked person abroad (cover your mouth and snicker emoji), but you must be safe (hammer hitting your head emoji).

Oh, it seems that what Shirley said is right, I am the only yellow-skinned Chinese in the entire hotel lobby.

Zhang Wei: My wife, don’t worry, I’m very good (big eyes and cute expression).

Zhang Wei: Wife, is it convenient for you? I’ll give you a tour of my palace.

Shirley: Okay, I happen to be free now.

Zhang Wei immediately sent a video call invitation. After the call was connected, Zhang Wei took Shirley to visit the magnificent hotel lobby like a tour guide.

More than ten minutes later, although Zhang Wei was very talkative and had not spoken to anyone all day, he saw Shirley yawning in the video and then remembered that it was almost twelve o'clock in the country and it was snowing.

Li should also rest.

After exhorting each other a few words, Zhang Wei reluctantly hung up the video.

Thinking that the Internet would be disconnected when he returned to the room, Zhang Wei left a message to Shirley in the group: Dear, the Internet will be disconnected when he returned to the room. I will buy an American card and contact you tomorrow. Please do not

Worry.

Unexpectedly, Shirley responded with a vicious expression, and immediately sent a message: I heard that the United States likes fat people. If you dare to do bad things behind my back, I will be treated like a tenon (bloody kitchen knife expression).

Zhang Wei, that Khan is already an old married couple, doesn’t he even have this little trust?

Besides, using a toothpick to stir in a big pot is a useless thing, and it makes you feel inferior!

Back in the hotel room, Zhang Wei fell asleep without even taking a shower. It wasn't that he was tired, but he suddenly thought that he had a rare chance to synchronize with Shirley's schedule, so he couldn't wait to climb into bed.

I once heard that if two people in love fall asleep at the same time, they will dream about each other.

Although there is no scientific basis,

But Zhang Wei wanted to try.

Lie down, turn off the lights,

Close your eyes.

Shirley,
Chapter completed!