A ray of morning light shone into the room through the curtains, Cheng Ziyi stood up lightly from the sofa, and this night she received a soft hand when she answered the phone, and almost all the founders and family members of major luxury brands in Europe invited her, most of which were sky-high invitations, which made her both excited and flattered. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although I was a little tired, my mood was always in a state of excitement, and it turned out that the feeling of becoming famous overnight was like this.

That bald gangster Mr. Hua, is he really just a gangster boss? What is his name? Why do you treat yourself like this? After withdrawing from a series of surprises, Cheng Ziyi stood in front of the window and thought for a long time, and fell into another unpeaceful state of mind.

Looking down at the parking lot below the hotel, several waves of bodyguards are cleaning up the grounds, and it looks like something big is going to happen.

After a while, Cheng Ziyi saw four or five figures that she remembered deeply, the Colombian drug lord Weber, the Mexican boss Sabadis, the godfather of the American mafia, Fernandez, and the bald man Mr. Hua.

They were joined by an Indian man, accompanied by an Indian master who looked like an ascetic.

After the gangsters exchanged pleasantries, another red-haired beauty with a special temperament led two tribal women out of the hotel.

This long-haired beauty with a strong Latin flavor deliberately walked up to Mr. Hua, holding his hand as if talking intimately, and from time to time put on a coquettish posture, which caused several bigwigs next to her to laugh loudly, making Cheng Ziyi feel disgusted the more she looked.

Soon, these people, escorted by their entourage, boarded black luxury cars and drove out of the hotel area.

The gorgeous red-haired beauty took Mr. Hua by her arms, left everyone behind, and got into a magnificent Maserati president car, leading the entire imposing convoy to disappear into the early morning of Rio.

This woman has been paying attention to Cheng Ziyi for a long time, who is she? Is it because of this woman, that villain that he didn't touch himself? He disappeared for a few hours, is he with her?

Cheng Ziyi stood silently for a while, and then remembered that she had to negotiate cooperation endorsements and catwalks with many brands today, hurriedly cleaned up the mess, and began to prepare......

In the president's car, Paris looked at Ye Fan with a sad expression, "I heard that girl has made headlines on all major pages, did you do it?"

"There is a part, as for saying that I like it, it hasn't reached that level yet, it's just a show!" Ye Fan smiled and stroked her hand, "A little model, where can I compare to my little fairy?"

"Giggles, count your mouth sweet, when we come back from the planting area, have another drink, I promise not to get drunk again." Paris immediately turned her anger into joy, and looked at him with a veinful look in her eyes, drinking was just a pretense, and what a lonely man and a widow should do was what she wanted most at the moment.

"No problem!" Ye Fan changed the topic and smiled: "By the way, Paris, why didn't you see those Asian friends you said this morning?"

Unexpectedly, the woman deliberately sold a pass: "You will see them when you get to the airport." ”

"Hey, play mysterious......" Ye Fan smiled, he had been waiting all night, and he didn't care about waiting for a little longer.

The convoy is heading towards Rio de Janeiro machine

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