Chapter 1663
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West rich area, west suburb of Boston.
This is the mansion of ulyanna meletskova. She stayed here last night. There are two other women, mainly because there will be no little guys here to disturb.
early morning.
The time is Thursday, July 6.
Before breakfast, Simon sat at the long table in the restaurant and looked through a report on the rapid decline of the scale of French arms transactions in Central Africa. This is a satisfactory result obtained after the Westeros system operated in all aspects some time ago.
Footsteps came and stopped behind Simon with a fragrant wind, followed by two white arms tentatively hugging.
It's Nikita monapova.
Simon raised his hand and stroked the woman. He pulled the woman over, put it on his legs, put it close to his face, felt the woman's smooth skin, and continued to turn over the report in his hand. Then he looked down at the woman wearing a light blue sleeveless dress in his arms, smiled and said, "light blue is not suitable for you. You can try bright red or pure black."
The more a woman with excellent appearance and temperament, the more she can hold up the color that is common to some vulgar in the eyes of ordinary people, and can achieve the effect that one plus one is greater than two.
Nikita was obviously a little small, deliberately soft voice, nodded and said, "OK."
Simon just smiled, stroked the woman's soft waist, changed the topic and asked, "do you know why I gave you that education fund?"
Just yesterday, Simon made a decision to completely transfer the Eastern European education fund, which was originally mainly in the charge of Maria, to Nikita.
Nikita didn't expect that the man suddenly mentioned this, paused a little, looked up and looked at the man, still softly, but pointed to the essence: "because if I didn't guess, Simon, the next operation direction of this fund will not be so pure."
It's not a long time to get along, but Nikita monapova, who is experienced in human relations, can feel that Maria bezluk is a really quiet and gentle woman from inside to outside. If the fund ostensibly aimed at assisting the education industry in Eastern Europe is as pure as it publicly says, it's really appropriate to let Maria be responsible.
Since the man holding himself at this time has made an unreasonable decision, it shows that the fund will not be as simple as it appears, at least in the future.
The woman said the right thing, which satisfied Simon. She slightly bowed her head and kissed the woman's rosy lips. Simon nodded and said, "smart, so, next, are you willing to follow my instructions?"
Nikita actually wanted to be spoiled like her little daughter. Little rhetorical questions such as' can I do it if I don't want to? 'thought about it, and nodded obediently, "I will."
Just then, Maria came in with two waitresses carrying breakfast. Seeing them like this, she just glanced at a man with a little resentment.
If it's ulyanna, Nikita still has some competition in mind. For Maria, even if she can't do what the other party does, she is close to her from the bottom of her heart and subconsciously gets up from the arms of a man.
Maria put a sweet soup in the middle of the long table. Seeing Nikita get up in a panic and make a look that doesn't have to be so sure. It's a guy's look. She asked, "hasn't Uriah got up yet?"
Nikita shook her head.
At least when she left the bedroom, some pampered eldest lady had no sign of waking up.
Maria heard the speech and turned to a man: "Simon, are you going to tell Uriah to get up?"
"She won't get up when I go," Simon joked, patting Nikita standing next to him. "You call her."
After breakfast here, Simon set off again.
Return to New York.
A lot of work has not been done on the east coast.
As soon as the Boeing girl got on the plane, she reported some small things.
A little thing Simon almost forgot.
A guy, in a mental hospital, choked his throat by something during a meal and died of accidental suffocation.
Speaking of it, when he saw Christina Aguilera a few days ago, Simon thought of another classmate Britney Spears who didn't know how her life trajectory had changed completely.
In the study in the front cabin of Boeing 767, Simon checked today's e-mail, listened to girl a and asked, "what did you do?"
"No one was informed," a girl said. "After the spark, it was buried at sea."
Simon nodded.
It's almost the same as the missing person. It's really unnecessary to inform any family members, which is just right.
Just a little guy who made a little trouble. After a few words, Simon left it behind and continued to listen to girl a talk about other things.
The private plane landed in New York in half an hour.
Simon got off the plane and went directly to the headquarters of Westeros in midtown Manhattan. A meeting was held in the morning to discuss the processing progress of a batch of assets previously replaced by equity.
So busy, the end of the day's schedule, the time is already more than seven o'clock.
In the evening, it was a cocktail party at the rabble's house.
Two hours.
At ten o'clock in the evening, he said goodbye to the James family. Simon left by car. After a little consideration, he ordered the driver to shuttle the black Bentley between the streets of Manhattan and stop in front of a villa on West 79th street in the upper west side.
This is where Da Shuangzi lives in New York.
According to the housekeeper a few days ago, women are so colorful these days. Simon thinks it's reasonable for him to come and receive some remuneration for his hard work.
When Simon arrived, the housekeeper angrey Davis also happened to come with the waitress team.
Even if the person in charge here is also the Weijia attendant team, it's best to trust some closer people to take charge of the schedule and daily life of the boss.
Surprisingly, Simon arrived and the housekeeper arrived. It was so late at night that he didn't come back.
Simon sat on the sofa in the single family living room and looked at the Asian waitress left here. It was obviously a very considerate and deliberate arrangement by the housekeeper. To stop angri from calling to urge him, he tilted his legs, turned over a vogue magazine he picked up from the tea table and said in Chinese, "what's your name?"
The Asian girl in front of her has a lovely Petite round face, the size of a palm. She is tall, in her early seventies. She is wearing the uniform of a Weijia waitress, and her curve is quite slim. She just looks obviously cramped, or really. Standing in front of Simon, her lower legs even show obvious trembling.
Hearing Simon's question, the girl's body trembled again. She obviously didn't realize that the great man in front of her spoke such fluent Chinese. Subconsciously, she said in Chinese: "my name is Xia Zhi."
Simon raised his eyebrows and became more interested: "you won't have a sister. Is it the winter solstice?"
The girl quickly shook her head and her little face turned red: "no, no, yes, exquisite, not the summer solstice."
Simon stared at the girl, 'fooling around': "since your name is the summer solstice, why not the summer solstice?"
"No," said the girl, raising her hand and gesturing, "it's the one with the reverse text."
Simon continued to ridicule: "it's so complicated. I'm a foreigner, but I don't understand any anti text. Later, it's called the summer solstice, the sister of the winter solstice."
The girl looked up for a second, noticed the smile on the corners of the man's mouth, and finally understood that the legendary tycoon was teasing himself. She quickly lowered her head and gave a gentle hum. Somehow, I relaxed a little.
Subconsciously, I think this is very funny.
Thinking so, I didn't fade my ruddy face, and it was more charming.
Simon was surprised that such a shy girl would appear in his attendants' team. However, it's not surprising to think about it again. After all, he didn't choose salesmen or anything. His attendants' team didn't have high requirements for their ability to deal with people and things.
However, looking at the one in front of him, Simon still couldn't help laughing: "did you do something bad to see me so nervous?"
When the problem came out, the girl's slender body suddenly trembled and shook her head: "no, no, No."
"It seems there is."
The girl shook her head again: "really not."
"Zheng," Simon finally changed the subject a little: "she hasn't come back so late. Is she doing something bad? Are you hiding it for her?"
The girl could only shake her head again: "no, no, Miss Zheng just went to a hometown party at Columbia University. I didn't expect it to be so late."
Simon is' unreasonable ': "according to your Chinese tradition, it is wrong for a woman not to come home so late. She should be punished. Now I can't punish her, I can only punish you. Tell me, how can I punish you?"
The girl couldn't hold back any longer. She collapsed on the ground and began to sob.
Simon was speechless.
It's so funny.
The housekeeper, who was always quiet, didn't feel anything.
It's natural for a big man like his boss to make some people tremble.
However, this little girl is really useless. Speaking of now, it even seems impolite to say 'Mr. westero' without knowing the title. If it was any other case, she would have quietly driven people away. However, at the moment, the boss is obviously quite interested, and he must stay.
It's not a problem for such a little girl to cry on the ground. Angri looked at his boss and saw the man waving his hand. Then he motioned the waitress behind him to get the girl out.
Waiting to leave, angri said again, "boss, do you want me to call?"
"No," Simon shook his head, turned another page of the fashion magazine in his hand, and casually motioned in the direction where she had just been mixed out: "let her come over tonight."
"Yes."
"Get busy," Simon continued. "I happen to be alone for a while."
The housekeeper promised again and left quietly.
Simon patiently flipped through two fashion magazines until "really?" Simon deliberately asked back and smiled, "but I seem to have forgotten how to write the butterfly of the butterfly. Can you teach me?"
When the girl heard the man say this, she immediately lowered her body and half squatted down. She gave birth to a small thin, tender and white hand. She was about to draw on the armrest of the sofa. When she saw the man stretching out a big hand and holding it carefully, she quickly stretched out her hand to write a picture in Simon's palm and explained seriously: "yes, Mr. westero, next to the bug. Then, the world above is the world, and the wood below is the wood of wood. It's easy to remember."
"Oh," Simon nodded. "Your hands are beautiful."
The girl showed a flattered expression. She could see that she wanted to blush. Unfortunately, she failed. She said skillfully, "thank you."
Then the scallion white index finger continued to draw in the palm of the man, did not leave, obviously looking forward to something.
Simon didn't continue. He took back his hand, turned to Da Shuangzi and motioned to Ms. Yang, "help me introduce it?"
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West rich area, west suburb of Boston.
This is the mansion of ulyanna meletskova. She stayed here last night. There are two other women, mainly because there will be no little guys here to disturb.
early morning.
The time is Thursday, July 6.
Before breakfast, Simon sat at the long table in the restaurant and looked through a report on the rapid decline of the scale of French arms transactions in Central Africa. This is a satisfactory result obtained after the Westeros system operated in all aspects some time ago.
Footsteps came and stopped behind Simon with a fragrant wind, followed by two white arms tentatively hugging.
It's Nikita monapova.
Simon raised his hand and stroked the woman. He pulled the woman over, put it on his legs, put it close to his face, felt the woman's smooth skin, and continued to turn over the report in his hand. Then he looked down at the woman wearing a light blue sleeveless dress in his arms, smiled and said, "light blue is not suitable for you. You can try bright red or pure black."
The more a woman with excellent appearance and temperament, the more she can hold up the color that is common to some vulgar in the eyes of ordinary people, and can achieve the effect that one plus one is greater than two.
Nikita was obviously a little small, deliberately soft voice, nodded and said, "OK."
Simon just smiled, stroked the woman's soft waist, changed the topic and asked, "do you know why I gave you that education fund?"
Just yesterday, Simon made a decision to completely transfer the Eastern European education fund, which was originally mainly in the charge of Maria, to Nikita.
Nikita didn't expect that the man suddenly mentioned this, paused a little, looked up and looked at the man, still softly, but pointed to the essence: "because if I didn't guess, Simon, the next operation direction of this fund will not be so pure."
It's not a long time to get along, but Nikita monapova, who is experienced in human relations, can feel that Maria bezluk is a really quiet and gentle woman from inside to outside. If the fund ostensibly aimed at assisting the education industry in Eastern Europe is as pure as it publicly says, it's really appropriate to let Maria be responsible.
Since the man holding himself at this time has made an unreasonable decision, it shows that the fund will not be as simple as it appears, at least in the future.
The woman said the right thing, which satisfied Simon. She slightly bowed her head and kissed the woman's rosy lips. Simon nodded and said, "smart, so, next, are you willing to follow my instructions?"
Nikita actually wanted to be spoiled like her little daughter. Little rhetorical questions such as' can I do it if I don't want to? 'thought about it, and nodded obediently, "I will."
Just then, Maria came in with two waitresses carrying breakfast. Seeing them like this, she just glanced at a man with a little resentment.
If it's ulyanna, Nikita still has some competition in mind. For Maria, even if she can't do what the other party does, she is close to her from the bottom of her heart and subconsciously gets up from the arms of a man.
Maria put a sweet soup in the middle of the long table. Seeing Nikita get up in a panic and make a look that doesn't have to be so sure. It's a guy's look. She asked, "hasn't Uriah got up yet?"
Nikita shook her head.
At least when she left the bedroom, some pampered eldest lady had no sign of waking up.
Maria heard the speech and turned to a man: "Simon, are you going to tell Uriah to get up?"
"She won't get up when I go," Simon joked, patting Nikita standing next to him. "You call her."
After breakfast here, Simon set off again.
Return to New York.
A lot of work has not been done on the east coast.
As soon as the Boeing girl got on the plane, she reported some small things.
A little thing Simon almost forgot.
A guy, in a mental hospital, choked his throat by something during a meal and died of accidental suffocation.
Speaking of it, when he saw Christina Aguilera a few days ago, Simon thought of another classmate Britney Spears who didn't know how her life trajectory had changed completely.
In the study in the front cabin of Boeing 767, Simon checked today's e-mail, listened to girl a and asked, "what did you do?"
"No one was informed," a girl said. "After the spark, it was buried at sea."
Simon nodded.
It's almost the same as the missing person. It's really unnecessary to inform any family members, which is just right.
Just a little guy who made a little trouble. After a few words, Simon left it behind and continued to listen to girl a talk about other things.
The private plane landed in New York in half an hour.
Simon got off the plane and went directly to the headquarters of Westeros in midtown Manhattan. A meeting was held in the morning to discuss the processing progress of a batch of assets previously replaced by equity.
So busy, the end of the day's schedule, the time is already more than seven o'clock.
In the evening, it was a cocktail party at the rabble's house.
Two hours.
At ten o'clock in the evening, he said goodbye to the James family. Simon left by car. After a little consideration, he ordered the driver to shuttle the black Bentley between the streets of Manhattan and stop in front of a villa on West 79th street in the upper west side.
This is where Da Shuangzi lives in New York.
According to the housekeeper a few days ago, women are so colorful these days. Simon thinks it's reasonable for him to come and receive some remuneration for his hard work.
When Simon arrived, the housekeeper angrey Davis also happened to come with the waitress team.
Even if the person in charge here is also the Weijia attendant team, it's best to trust some closer people to take charge of the schedule and daily life of the boss.
Surprisingly, Simon arrived and the housekeeper arrived. It was so late at night that he didn't come back.
Simon sat on the sofa in the single family living room and looked at the Asian waitress left here. It was obviously a very considerate and deliberate arrangement by the housekeeper. To stop angri from calling to urge him, he tilted his legs, turned over a vogue magazine he picked up from the tea table and said in Chinese, "what's your name?"
The Asian girl in front of her has a lovely Petite round face, the size of a palm. She is tall, in her early seventies. She is wearing the uniform of a Weijia waitress, and her curve is quite slim. She just looks obviously cramped, or really. Standing in front of Simon, her lower legs even show obvious trembling.
Hearing Simon's question, the girl's body trembled again. She obviously didn't realize that the great man in front of her spoke such fluent Chinese. Subconsciously, she said in Chinese: "my name is Xia Zhi."
Simon raised his eyebrows and became more interested: "you won't have a sister. Is it the winter solstice?"
The girl quickly shook her head and her little face turned red: "no, no, yes, exquisite, not the summer solstice."
Simon stared at the girl, 'fooling around': "since your name is the summer solstice, why not the summer solstice?"
"No," said the girl, raising her hand and gesturing, "it's the one with the reverse text."
Simon continued to ridicule: "it's so complicated. I'm a foreigner, but I don't understand any anti text. Later, it's called the summer solstice, the sister of the winter solstice."
The girl looked up for a second, noticed the smile on the corners of the man's mouth, and finally understood that the legendary tycoon was teasing himself. She quickly lowered her head and gave a gentle hum. Somehow, I relaxed a little.
Subconsciously, I think this is very funny.
Thinking so, I didn't fade my ruddy face, and it was more charming.
Simon was surprised that such a shy girl would appear in his attendants' team. However, it's not surprising to think about it again. After all, he didn't choose salesmen or anything. His attendants' team didn't have high requirements for their ability to deal with people and things.
However, looking at the one in front of him, Simon still couldn't help laughing: "did you do something bad to see me so nervous?"
When the problem came out, the girl's slender body suddenly trembled and shook her head: "no, no, No."
"It seems there is."
The girl shook her head again: "really not."
"Zheng," Simon finally changed the subject a little: "she hasn't come back so late. Is she doing something bad? Are you hiding it for her?"
The girl could only shake her head again: "no, no, Miss Zheng just went to a hometown party at Columbia University. I didn't expect it to be so late."
Simon is' unreasonable ': "according to your Chinese tradition, it is wrong for a woman not to come home so late. She should be punished. Now I can't punish her, I can only punish you. Tell me, how can I punish you?"
The girl couldn't hold back any longer. She collapsed on the ground and began to sob.
Simon was speechless.
It's so funny.
The housekeeper, who was always quiet, didn't feel anything.
It's natural for a big man like his boss to make some people tremble.
However, this little girl is really useless. Speaking of now, it even seems impolite to say 'Mr. westero' without knowing the title. If it was any other case, she would have quietly driven people away. However, at the moment, the boss is obviously quite interested, and he must stay.
It's not a problem for such a little girl to cry on the ground. Angri looked at his boss and saw the man waving his hand. Then he motioned the waitress behind him to get the girl out.
Waiting to leave, angri said again, "boss, do you want me to call?"
"No," Simon shook his head, turned another page of the fashion magazine in his hand, and casually motioned in the direction where she had just been mixed out: "let her come over tonight."
"Yes."
"Get busy," Simon continued. "I happen to be alone for a while."
The housekeeper promised again and left quietly.
Simon patiently flipped through two fashion magazines until "really?" Simon deliberately asked back and smiled, "but I seem to have forgotten how to write the butterfly of the butterfly. Can you teach me?"
When the girl heard the man say this, she immediately lowered her body and half squatted down. She gave birth to a small thin, tender and white hand. She was about to draw on the armrest of the sofa. When she saw the man stretching out a big hand and holding it carefully, she quickly stretched out her hand to write a picture in Simon's palm and explained seriously: "yes, Mr. westero, next to the bug. Then, the world above is the world, and the wood below is the wood of wood. It's easy to remember."
"Oh," Simon nodded. "Your hands are beautiful."
The girl showed a flattered expression. She could see that she wanted to blush. Unfortunately, she failed. She said skillfully, "thank you."
Then the scallion white index finger continued to draw in the palm of the man, did not leave, obviously looking forward to something.
Simon didn't continue. He took back his hand, turned to Da Shuangzi and motioned to Ms. Yang, "help me introduce it?"
West rich area, west suburb of Boston.This is the mansion of ulyanna meletskova. She stayed here last night. There are two other women, mainly because there will be no little guys here to disturb.early morning.The time is Thursday, July 6.Before breakfast, Simon sat at the long table in the restaurant and looked through a report on the rapid decline of the scale of French arms transactions in Central Africa. This is a satisfactory result obtained after the Westeros system operated in all aspects some time ago.Footsteps came and stopped behind Simon with a fragrant wind, followed by two white arms tentatively hugging.It's Nikita monapova.Simon raised his hand and stroked the woman. He pulled the woman over, put it on his legs, put it close to his face, felt the woman's smooth skin, and continued to turn over the report in his hand. Then he looked down at the woman wearing a light blue sleeveless dress in his arms, smiled and said, "light blue is not suitable for you. You can try bright red or pure black."The more a woman with excellent appearance and temperament, the more she can hold up the color that is common to some vulgar in the eyes of ordinary people, and can achieve the effect that one plus one is greater than two.Nikita was obviously a little small, deliberately soft voice, nodded and said, "OK."Simon just smiled, stroked the woman's soft waist, changed the topic and asked, "do you know why I gave you that education fund?"Just yesterday, Simon made a decision to completely transfer the Eastern European education fund, which was originally mainly in the charge of Maria, to Nikita.Nikita didn't expect that the man suddenly mentioned this, paused a little, looked up and looked at the man, still softly, but pointed to the essence: "because if I didn't guess, Simon, the next operation direction of this fund will not be so pure."It's not a long time to get along, but Nikita monapova, who is experienced in human relations, can feel that Maria bezluk is a really quiet and gentle woman from inside to outside. If the fund ostensibly aimed at assisting the education industry in Eastern Europe is as pure as it publicly says, it's really appropriate to let Maria be responsible.Since the man holding himself at this time has made an unreasonable decision, it shows that the fund will not be as simple as it appears, at least in the future.The woman said the right thing, which satisfied Simon. She slightly bowed her head and kissed the woman's rosy lips. Simon nodded and said, "smart, so, next, are you willing to follow my instructions?"Nikita actually wanted to be spoiled like her little daughter. Little rhetorical questions such as' can I do it if I don't want to? 'thought about it, and nodded obediently, "I will."Just then, Maria came in with two waitresses carrying breakfast. Seeing them like this, she just glanced at a man with a little resentment.If it's ulyanna, Nikita still has some competition in mind. For Maria, even if she can't do what the other party does, she is close to her from the bottom of her heart and subconsciously gets up from the arms of a man.Maria put a sweet soup in the middle of the long table. Seeing Nikita get up in a panic and make a look that doesn't have to be so sure. It's a guy's look. She asked, "hasn't Uriah got up yet?"Nikita shook her head.At least when she left the bedroom, some pampered eldest lady had no sign of waking up.Maria heard the speech and turned to a man: "Simon, are you going to tell Uriah to get up?""She won't get up when I go," Simon joked, patting Nikita standing next to him. "You call her."After breakfast here, Simon set off again.Return to New York.A lot of work has not been done on the east coast.As soon as the Boeing girl got on the plane, she reported some small things.A little thing Simon almost forgot.A guy, in a mental hospital, choked his throat by something during a meal and died of accidental suffocation.Speaking of it, when he saw Christina Aguilera a few days ago, Simon thought of another classmate Britney Spears who didn't know how her life trajectory had changed completely.In the study in the front cabin of Boeing 767, Simon checked today's e-mail, listened to girl a and asked, "what did you do?""No one was informed," a girl said. "After the spark, it was buried at sea."Simon nodded.It's almost the same as the missing person. It's really unnecessary to inform any family members, which is just right.Just a little guy who made a little trouble. After a few words, Simon left it behind and continued to listen to girl a talk about other things.The private plane landed in New York in half an hour.Simon got off the plane and went directly to the headquarters of Westeros in midtown Manhattan. A meeting was held in the morning to discuss the processing progress of a batch of assets previously replaced by equity.So busy, the end of the day's schedule, the time is already more than seven o'clock.In the evening, it was a cocktail party at the rabble's house.Two hours.At ten o'clock in the evening, he said goodbye to the James family. Simon left by car. After a little consideration, he ordered the driver to shuttle the black Bentley between the streets of Manhattan and stop in front of a villa on West 79th street in the upper west side.This is where Da Shuangzi lives in New York.According to the housekeeper a few days ago, women are so colorful these days. Simon thinks it's reasonable for him to come and receive some remuneration for his hard work.When Simon arrived, the housekeeper angrey Davis also happened to come with the waitress team.Even if the person in charge here is also the Weijia attendant team, it's best to trust some closer people to take charge of the schedule and daily life of the boss.Surprisingly, Simon arrived and the housekeeper arrived. It was so late at night that he didn't come back.Simon sat on the sofa in the single family living room and looked at the Asian waitress left here. It was obviously a very considerate and deliberate arrangement by the housekeeper. To stop angri from calling to urge him, he tilted his legs, turned over a vogue magazine he picked up from the tea table and said in Chinese, "what's your name?"The Asian girl in front of her has a lovely Petite round face, the size of a palm. She is tall, in her early seventies. She is wearing the uniform of a Weijia waitress, and her curve is quite slim. She just looks obviously cramped, or really. Standing in front of Simon, her lower legs even show obvious trembling.Hearing Simon's question, the girl's body trembled again. She obviously didn't realize that the great man in front of her spoke such fluent Chinese. Subconsciously, she said in Chinese: "my name is Xia Zhi."Simon raised his eyebrows and became more interested: "you won't have a sister. Is it the winter solstice?"The girl quickly shook her head and her little face turned red: "no, no, yes, exquisite, not the summer solstice."Simon stared at the girl, 'fooling around': "since your name is the summer solstice, why not the summer solstice?""No," said the girl, raising her hand and gesturing, "it's the one with the reverse text."Simon continued to ridicule: "it's so complicated. I'm a foreigner, but I don't understand any anti text. Later, it's called the summer solstice, the sister of the winter solstice."The girl looked up for a second, noticed the smile on the corners of the man's mouth, and finally understood that the legendary tycoon was teasing himself. She quickly lowered her head and gave a gentle hum. Somehow, I relaxed a little.Subconsciously, I think this is very funny.Thinking so, I didn't fade my ruddy face, and it was more charming.Simon was surprised that such a shy girl would appear in his attendants' team. However, it's not surprising to think about it again. After all, he didn't choose salesmen or anything. His attendants' team didn't have high requirements for their ability to deal with people and things.However, looking at the one in front of him, Simon still couldn't help laughing: "did you do something bad to see me so nervous?"When the problem came out, the girl's slender body suddenly trembled and shook her head: "no, no, No.""It seems there is."The girl shook her head again: "really not.""Zheng," Simon finally changed the subject a little: "she hasn't come back so late. Is she doing something bad? Are you hiding it for her?"The girl could only shake her head again: "no, no, Miss Zheng just went to a hometown party at Columbia University. I didn't expect it to be so late."Simon is' unreasonable ': "according to your Chinese tradition, it is wrong for a woman not to come home so late. She should be punished. Now I can't punish her, I can only punish you. Tell me, how can I punish you?"The girl couldn't hold back any longer. She collapsed on the ground and began to sob.Simon was speechless.It's so funny.The housekeeper, who was always quiet, didn't feel anything.It's natural for a big man like his boss to make some people tremble.However, this little girl is really useless. Speaking of now, it even seems impolite to say 'Mr. westero' without knowing the title. If it was any other case, she would have quietly driven people away. However, at the moment, the boss is obviously quite interested, and he must stay.It's not a problem for such a little girl to cry on the ground. Angri looked at his boss and saw the man waving his hand. Then he motioned the waitress behind him to get the girl out.Waiting to leave, angri said again, "boss, do you want me to call?""No," Simon shook his head, turned another page of the fashion magazine in his hand, and casually motioned in the direction where she had just been mixed out: "let her come over tonight.""Yes.""Get busy," Simon continued. "I happen to be alone for a while."The housekeeper promised again and left quietly.Simon patiently flipped through two fashion magazines until "really?" Simon deliberately asked back and smiled, "but I seem to have forgotten how to write the butterfly of the butterfly. Can you teach me?"When the girl heard the man say this, she immediately lowered her body and half squatted down. She gave birth to a small thin, tender and white hand. She was about to draw on the armrest of the sofa. When she saw the man stretching out a big hand and holding it carefully, she quickly stretched out her hand to write a picture in Simon's palm and explained seriously: "yes, Mr. westero, next to the bug. Then, the world above is the world, and the wood below is the wood of wood. It's easy to remember.""Oh," Simon nodded. "Your hands are beautiful."The girl showed a flattered expression. She could see that she wanted to blush. Unfortunately, she failed. She said skillfully, "thank you."Then the scallion white index finger continued to draw in the palm of the man, did not leave, obviously looking forward to something.Simon didn't continue. He took back his hand, turned to Da Shuangzi and motioned to Ms. Yang, "help me introduce it?"
