Hollywood Hunter - Chapter 1663 :one little thing

The western suburbs of Boston, the wealthy area of ​​West.

This is the mansion of Ulyana Meretskova, who stayed here last night, and two other women, mainly because there will be no little guys here.

early morning.

The time is Thursday, July 6th.

Before breakfast, Simon sat at a long table in the dining room, flipping through a report on the rapidly shrinking French arms trade in Central Africa, which was obtained after the Westeros system had worked through various aspects some time ago. The result is satisfying.

The sound of footsteps came, and Xiangfeng stopped behind Simon, followed by two white arms tentatively hugging him.

It's Nikita Monapova.

Simon raised his hand to caress it, took the opportunity to pull the woman over, put it on his lap, felt the woman's smooth skin against his face, continued to read the report in his hand, and then lowered his head and looked at the light blue sleeveless dress in his arms. The woman smiled and said, "Light blue is not suitable for you, you can try big red or pure black."

The more beautiful and temperament a woman is, the more she can hold up a color that is ordinary to a bit tacky in the eyes of ordinary people, and can achieve the effect that one plus one is greater than two.

Nikita's voice was obviously a little deliberately soft, and nodded: "Okay."

Simon just smiled, caressed the woman's slender waist, changed the subject, 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 mainly in charge of Maria, to Nikita for operation.

Nikita didn't expect the man to suddenly mention this, paused a little, looked up at the man, still soft and soft, but pointed at the essence: "Because... If I didn't guess, Simon, this fund, next The direction of operation is not that pure.”

The time spent together is not long, but Nikita Monapova, who is well-mannered, can feel that Maria Bezruk is a truly virtuous and gentle woman from the inside out. The fund to aid the education industry in Eastern Europe is really as pure as it publicly states its purpose, and it is actually more appropriate for Maria to be responsible.

Since the man holding him at this time made an unreasonable decision, it means that this fund... At least in the future, it will definitely not be as simple as it seems.

The woman's words made Simon very satisfied. He slightly lowered his head and kissed the woman's rosy lips. Simon nodded and said, "Smart, then, next, are you willing to follow my instructions?"

Nikita actually wanted to act coquettishly like her youngest daughter. Small rhetorical questions such as "I don't want to", thinking about it or giving up, nodded obediently: "I will."

Just as she was talking, Maria walked in with the two waitresses carrying the breakfast. Seeing the two of them looked like this, she just gave a certain man a slightly resentful look.

If it is Ulyana, Nikita still has some thoughts of competing. As for Maria, even if she couldn't do that, she was close to him from the bottom of her heart, and subconsciously got up from the man's arms.

Maria put a sweet soup in the middle of the long table. Seeing Nikita get up in a panic, she made a look that didn't have to be so sure that someone was to blame, and asked, "Is Uriah still up?"

Nikita shook her head.

At least when she left the bedroom, some pampered eldest hadn't shown any signs of waking up.

Hearing the words, Maria turned to a certain man: "Simon, are you going to wake Ulia up?"

"If I go to her, she won't get up," Simon joked and patted Nikita who was standing beside him: "Go and call her."

After breakfast here, Simon set off again.

Back to New York.

A lot of work is not done on this side of the East Coast.

Boarding his Boeing 767, the plane just stabilized, and the girl A who came to report some work matters mentioned a trivial matter.

A little thing Simon almost forgot.

A certain guy, in a certain mental hospital, choked on something while eating a certain time, and accidentally suffocated to death.

Speaking of which, when I saw Christina Aguilera a few days ago, Simon also thought of another one. I don't know what happened to Britney Spears, who had completely changed the trajectory of her life.

In the study room in the front cabin of the Boeing 767, Simon checked today's email, and after listening to Girl A, asked, "How to deal with it?"

"No unnecessary people were notified," said Lady A, "after the spark, it was buried at sea."

Simon nodded.

It is already similar to the missing persons, and there is really no need to make extra arrangements to notify any family members, which is just right.

It's just a little guy who made a little trouble. After a few chats, Simon left it behind and continued to listen to Girl A talking about other things.

The private jet landed in New York half an hour later.

Simon got off the plane and rushed directly to the headquarters of Westeros in Midtown Manhattan. The better the morning, the better the meeting was to discuss the progress of the disposal of a batch of assets previously exchanged for 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 reception at the Rayboulds' house.

two hours.

At ten o'clock in the middle of the night, saying goodbye to the James family, Simon took a car and left, thinking a little, and instructing the driver, the black Bentley limousine shuttled through the streets of Manhattan and stopped 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 what the housekeeper said a few days ago, there are so many colorful women during this time, Simon thinks, it is reasonable to come over and receive a little reward for such a hard work.

Simon arrived, and the housekeeper Angore Davis also happened to arrive with the team of waitresses.

Even if the person in charge here is the Wei family's attendant team, it's better to trust someone who is closer to be in charge of the boss's schedule.

Surprisingly, Simon arrived, the housekeeper arrived, and a certain master, it was already so late at night, and he still hadn't come back.

Simon was sitting on the sofa in the living room of this separate building, looking at the Asian waitress who was staying here in front of him. Obviously, the housekeeper carefully and deliberately arranged it. Stopping Angerry's suggestion to call to urge him, he crossed his legs and flipped through a copy of "Vogue" that he picked up from the coffee table, while saying in Chinese, "What's your name?"

The Asian girl in front of her had a very pleasing petite round face, the size of a slap, but she was tall and tall, in her early seventies. She was wearing the uniform of a Wei family maid, and her curves were quite slim, but her expression was obviously cramped. Still the real kind, standing in front of Simon, his calf even showed obvious tremors.

When she heard Simon's question, the girl's body trembled again, obviously unaware that the great man in front of her was speaking so fluent Chinese, and subconsciously said in Chinese, "I, my name is Xia Zhi."

Simon raised his eyebrows and became more interested: "You won't have a sister, called the Winter Solstice, will you?"

The girl hurriedly shook her head, her face flushed red: "No, no, yes, it is exquisite, not the solstice of the summer solstice."

Simon stared at the girl and said, "Missing a lot": "Since your name is Xia Solstice, why isn't it the Xia Solstice Solstice?"

"No," the girl said, and raised her hand to gesture: "Yes...it's the one with the anti-text."

Simon continued to tease: "It's so complicated, I'm a foreigner, but I can't understand any anti-text, so it will be called the Xia Solstice in the future, and the sister of the Winter Solstice is the Xia Solstice."

The girl raised her head and came over in seconds, noticed the smile on the corner of the man's mouth, and finally understood that the legendary tycoon was making fun of herself, and hurriedly lowered her head again and gave a soft hum. I don't know why, but inexplicably relaxed a little bit.

I also subconsciously think that this... is quite funny.

Thinking about it this way, the rosy face that didn't fade away became a little more charming.

Simon was surprised that such a shy girl would appear in his team of attendants, but, thinking about it again, it's not surprising, after all, it's not about selecting salesmen or something, and his team of attendants is not very demanding on the ability to deal with people.

However, looking at the one in front of him again, Simon couldn't help but continue to tease: "Seeing me so nervous, did I do something bad?"

When the question came out, the girl's slender body suddenly trembled, and she quickly shook her head: "No, no, no."

"Looks like there is."

The girl shook her head again: "Really...not really."

"Where's Zheng," Simon finally changed the topic a little bit: "I haven't come back so late. Did she do something bad and you're hiding it for her?"

The girl could only shake her head again: "No, no, Miss Zheng just... just went to Columbia University to attend a hometown party. I... I didn't expect it to be so late."

Simon is 'unreasonable': "According to your Chinese tradition, it is wrong for a woman to stay home so late, and she should be punished. I can't punish her now, so I can only punish you. Tell me, how should I punish her? you?"

The girl couldn't hold back any longer, she slumped to the ground softly, and began to sob.

Simon was speechless.

So uninteresting.

The housekeeper, who always stood quietly by the side, didn't feel anything.

It is only natural for a big man like his own boss to make some people tremble.

However, this little girl is indeed too useless. Speaking of which, she doesn't even know the name of "Mr. Westeros", which is rude. In other cases, she would definitely dismiss people quietly. It's just that, looking at it now, the owner's boss is obviously quite interested, so he must stay.

It's not a problem for such a little girl to lie on the ground and cry. Angry looked at his boss and saw the man waving his hand, so he signaled the waitress behind him to mix the girl out.

When the people left, Angry said again, "Boss, do you want me to make a call?"

"No," Simon shook his head, turned another page of the fashion magazine in his hand, and casually gestured in the direction where Nizi had just been mixed up: "Let her come over tonight."

"Ok."

"Go get busy," Simon continued, "I just happen to be alone for a while."

The housekeeper agreed again and left quietly.

Simon patiently flipped through two fashion magazines, and when it was the third one, there was finally a movement at the door.

More than one person, talking and laughing.

Simon didn't bother to turn his head, but felt that the laughter behind him came to an abrupt end, as if someone suddenly strangled his neck, and then there was a tentative voice: "Si...Simon?"

Closing the magazine in his hand, Simon finally turned his head and saw four women at a glance. The one who just spoke was not Da Shuangzi, but Joan Chen, a Chinese woman who became famous with "The Last Queen" in the 1980s. There were some small encounters, and Da Shuangzi looked stunned, obviously not expecting someone to appear here, and, with a guilty conscience, obviously also realized that he seemed to be back a little late.

However, to Simon's surprise, besides the other girl who was clearly wearing the uniform of a maid, there was another person he happened to know.

The last name is Yang.

A once-famous hostess also created a high-end talk show.

Ok.

Not the one from Tan Si r.

A real high-end interview, interviewed with a series of world-class political and economic giants.

With such a glance, Simon quickly patted the magazine on his lap when he saw that a group of women had been subjected to immobilization: "Come on, sit down, let me wait for so long, let's review it carefully first."

Only then did the four women return to their souls.

Walking towards Simon's side, his posture is also obviously different. Da Shuangzi was really guilty, Joan Chen was delighted, that Ms. Yang...or she didn't know if it was Ms. Yang, she boldly looked at Simon with an obvious eagerness to try.

The three women came to the sofa, Da Shuangzi sat next to Simon, Joan Chen quietly stepped down, grabbed the single sofa next to Simon, and finally Ms. Yang was in the vacant seat on the long sofa and the single sofa on the other side. Xiao Kui Xun chose a single sofa that was more easily seen by men.

The last waitress stood by obediently, not taking a seat due to her duty.

However, compared to the girl who was just frightened, this beautiful girl who is also tall and has a melon-seeded face has a lot more agile eyes, and she chose the position in the middle of the sofa where Simon and Joan Chen were closest to the man. , quite bold.

Such an obvious comparison made Simon forget for a while to ask the guilt of Da Shuangzi Xingshi next to him, and turned to the girl, also in Chinese: "What's your name?"

Seeing the big man looking up at her, the girl hurriedly bowed her body and said respectfully, "Mr. Westeros, my name is Wen Die, the text of the article, the butterfly of the butterfly." After saying this, the girl paused and said again. Add: "Mr. Westeros, you speak Chinese really well."

"Really," Simon asked deliberately, and said with a smile: "However, I seem to have forgotten how to write the butterfly of a butterfly. Can you teach me?"

Hearing the man say this, the girl immediately lowered her body again, half squatted down, gave birth to a slender and tender white hand, and was about to gesture on the armrest of the sofa, when she saw the man stretch out a big hand, she quickly reached out and carefully supported it, while Writing on Simon's palm, he explained with a serious expression: "It's like this, Mr. Westeros, next to the bug, and then, the world above is the world, and the wood is wood below, it's easy to remember."

"Oh," Simon nodded and added, "your hands are beautiful."

The girl showed a flattered expression, and she could see that she wanted to make some blush, but unfortunately she didn't succeed, and said skillfully, "Thank you."

As he said that, the light-white index finger continued to draw on the man's palm without leaving, obviously expecting something.

Simon did not continue, but withdrew his hand, turned to Da Shuangzi, and gestured to the lady Yang: "Introduce me?"