65 Beverly Park Community.

Little John bowed his head to a place where no one was and made a phone call.

The call was for his father.

Old John.

The Grand Steward of the Addams Family.

John's family actually has a long history, and if you really trace it, it is almost as long as the history of the Federation.

John's ancestors were the groom and bodyguard captain of Jackson Adams, the second president of the United States.

Don't look at what they've been doing all the time, housekeepers and security captains and the like.

If it is about the inheritance of family history.

No need for the Addams family.

John's family can beat almost 99% of the families in the United States.

"Dad. The man I wanted my attention to is here again."

He and the lady went into the room. ”

"It's been more than half an hour. What should I do now?"

Little John whispered to his father.

Old John on the other side was silent for a moment.

He turned his head to glance at the master who was drinking with others in a personable manner not far away.

He whispered, "Look at it calmly." I'll talk to the master, how to deal with it? It depends on the master's thoughts. On the premise that the young lady is not hurt and does not make a request. John, stay calm. ”

"Okay. John Jr. said.

The two Johns finished talking.

Little John put down the phone and looked at the house with all the lights off.

It's strange to ask for this little master.

I followed her to Los Angeles to protect her for almost half a year.

But whether it was little John, the housekeeper and family cronies, or other servants and bodyguards.

They have not been accepted into the villa by the lady.

Even the cleaning of the villa itself was done by the lady and some cleaning robots herself.

All in all, little John had never been inside the villa until now.

They can only guard outside the villa.

And the little master has very few friends, and he has been in Los Angeles for more than half a year, so far. Little John only saw that there were four people who had been to the villa in addition to the owner.

The man who was now alone with the young lady was one of the four.

Little John shrugged.

Instructed the other bodyguards to patrol properly, and he also began to patrol the surroundings.

By the way, while waiting for a possible call from my father.

Inside the villa.

The room that surprised Abel in the first place.

The flat floor of the room was covered with a thick blanket of Persian wool.

The patterns on it are beautiful but not showy, showy but not kitsch.

The price of this blanket alone is almost enough to buy the cheapest Rolls-Royce.

There were two people in the room.

The eldest lady of the Abel and Addams families, Winnie Adams.

At this moment.

Winnie was lying on the ground.

Abel holds his SLR and somewhere holds his pants high.

But I can only take pictures honestly.

He didn't want to be honest, but it wasn't those sports cars that he drove casually on the ground, nor Hollywood stars who casually played role-plays.

This is the eldest lady of the Addams family.

If she's mad.

Maybe I'm not so afraid outside, and at least I have the ability to protect myself.

But in this villa, the people around are all from the Addams family.

It's also good to get over the addiction of the eyes.

Continuous shooting lasted for half an hour.

Able looked at Winnie.

"I'm done shooting, do you want me to help you untie it?"

Winnie's face is facing the floor, and she can't see the expression: "Okay"

Abel just wanted to do it, but she said again: "Then I think you can wait a little longer."

Abel smiled secretly, and the eldest lady was cool: "Then do you want to help you to the sofa?"

"No, it's more comfortable on the carpet. ”

"Okay" Abel was speechless and took a sip of purified water to relieve dry lips:

"Let's talk!"

"Okay. Winnie seemed to be in a strange state, very obedient.

Abel took another sip of water and spoke to a man lying on the floor, feeling so novel:

"When did you become like this? No, I don't mean that, I mean, when did you discover this hobby?"

"When I was seven years old, one day my father taught me to ride a horse, and I knew how to ride a horse, but then I accidentally fell and fell into a hunting net, and I was wrapped tightly in that net, and I felt so comfortable at that time."

"Poof!"

Able couldn't help but squirt out a mouthful of water, which landed right on Winnie on the carpet, wetting a large part of her back, and the thin pajamas were even more transparent.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Abel hurriedly took the paper and wiped it.

"You don't need to wipe it, it's good to leave it that way. The young lady of the Addams family looked up slightly with difficulty, her face was red and dripping blood, but her expression was determined.

"Uh, okay. To be honest, Abel was a little scared of her, is this the first time I've seen a reporter who is quiet and dignified and elegant?

Abel loves to play.

But at the moment it is still within the range of normal men.

Winnie is like this now

I guess it's not normal

"Seven-year-old, so little your family, no, I mean your family they don't know?" Abel asked curiously.

The Addams family is a hidden political family. They must be very strict, and they are not the two sisters of the Hilton family.

Such Winnie if discovered

"They don't know. You're the first to know, I've loved watching Sherlock Holmes since I was a kid, and I actually have strong anti-detective skills!"

it!

Are you so lucky?

Abel looked at Shen Yan, who couldn't move now, and could only say one word.

You're really good at playing!

Play this also comes to Sherlock Holmes

It's not easy!

She added, "This is the first time someone has played with me, it's really comfortable, do you want to try it?"

"Poof!"

Abel didn't hold back again:

"I'm sorry!"

"It doesn't matter. ”

"Well, I don't play, thanks. I'll help you. That still doesn't have to be wiped?"

"No, I don't. ”

Winnie moved her aching wrist with difficulty, and said to herself:

"Actually, I don't like my identity as the Addams family at all. It's so tiring that it's too hard to let them know."

Abel didn't feel much about this, after all, he didn't have such a hobby.

"Oh. Why did you come back to being a journalist?"

Winnie struggled to raise her head and said seriously:

"Dad wanted me to go into politics in the future. I don't like it, but I can't resist what my dad has seriously decided. I had to come to the West Coast to work as a journalist because journalists can become politicians later if they need to. So dad said yes."

Sure enough, it's the Addams family!

If you don't want anything else, you just want to go into politics!