Mariana Smith sat in the guest seat, but the whispers behind her back made her feel like pins and needles, and she felt that those people must be scolding herself. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and the more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she became.

Since Mr. Smith died and she inherited Smith's jewelry, she had never suffered such grievances.

This matter cannot be hidden today, so many people are listening and watching, she can imagine what kind of accusation she will be faced after the matter goes to the United States.

As the president of the Guinness Association for the Asia-Pacific region, not only did he fail to make any contribution to the development of the association, but he made jokes outside because of his own selfish desires, and even broke out racist language in public.

This effect is a hundred times more serious than that of a male model harvester who has a disorderly private life.

This will even affect the reputation of the entire Smith Jewelry, and he will lose his position as the chairman of Guinness Asia Pacific, and he is more likely to be kicked out of the high society.

How did it come to this?

She had no idea what the problem was.

Yesterday it was business as usual, I just casually fell in love with a Chinese Internet celebrity, and then he was rejected by him very facelessly, and then I wanted to suppress him very casually, teach him a lesson, and even made a special trip to call the "ghost hand" Boruto Aoyama, why did it end up like this?

The price of this willfulness seems too heavy, right?

Her mind was in a trance, and her heart began to ache faintly in her fat body, as if she was under too much psychological pressure.

But she didn't realize it herself, and she was still immersed in it.

I didn't do anything wrong.

There must be something wrong with the link!

"Mr. Aoyama, Mr. Aoyama, the game is over. Please go down, everyone else has already left, and we need to move the table. ”

It turned out that until now, Boruto Aoyama was still in his previous position, his hands pressed on the long table, and he was still trying to wake up from this nightmare.

"Don't touch me, devil!"

The staff nudged Boruto Aoyama, and then the "ghost hand" from Japan screamed as if he had been stung by a wasp.

Mariana heard the shouts on the stage and looked up to see Boruto Aoyama's pale face, purple lips, trembling hands, and cold sweat on his face.

Mrs. Smith was in a trance, and the thoughts in her mind suddenly became clear, by the way, things became like this, all because this "ghost hand" who had high hopes for herself failed miserably under Chen Guang!

If he wins, Chen Guang will have to get out of the way, or kneel at his feet and beg for his forgiveness, and then beg himself to give him another chance.

It's all the fault of this shit!

She suddenly stood up from the guest seat again, "Boruto Aoyama!

Her fat body rushed towards Boruto Aoyama like a fat dinosaur, and her emotions were completely out of control.

Boruto Aoyama turned his face and stared blankly at her, looking at the benefactor who had saved his life, but for some reason, all that came to his mind were the disgusting images that had made him kneel in the toilet and vomit all night.

It was a terrible nightmare, and she pounced on her again, hoping that this time I would survive and not be suffocated to death.

Wait, since it's a dream, why don't I refuse her?

Am I going to suffer from her in my dreams?

"Get out of here, you filthy, ugly, disgusting fat woman! Every inch of fat and folds on your body makes me sick!"

Mrs. Smith froze, and after a brief silence became even angrier, "You...... You're going to die for me!"

She pounced on Boruto Aoyama with her teeth and claws, but the Japanese no longer had the slightest fear, and slapped Mrs. Smith in the face, followed by a hard push on her shoulders with both hands, knocking her to the ground.

"Enough of it, I've had enough of you. ”

Boruto Aoyama showed the courage that never existed "in reality", and looked coldly at Mrs. Smith who was sitting on the ground condescendingly.

Mariana Smith looked up at Boruto Aoyama in a daze, she was caught off guard by the sudden burst of courage from this weak puppet.

"Pleats, this 'ghost hand' is really good at playing!"

"Oh my God, how can there be such a disgusting woman in the world?"

"Could it be that the meaning of her life is to constantly disgust others?"

"Don't have any self-knowledge?"

The whispers in the studio hall that had finally settled down boiled again.

Mrs. Smith couldn't understand what they were saying, but she could feel the disdainful gazes of the crowd.

She was disheveled, embarrassed and depressed.

Her eyes were dazed, her breathing was getting quicker and shorter, and her head was buzzing.

Even you shit dare to disobey me?

Boruto Aoyama didn't seem to be satisfied, and he sucked a mouthful of phlegm hard, and then spat it on Mrs. Smith's face.

I've been holding back such words and things like this in my heart for almost ten years, even if it's just a dream!

Mrs. Smith was covered with a mouthful of thick phlegm on her forehead, and her whole body was about to collapse.

"Look at your ugly appearance, do you know how sick it is to my stomach when you press on me?"

"Shut up!"

"Aren't you just rich? What do you have besides money? If it weren't for your money, you think I'd take care of you?"

"Bastard, you bastard! Linda, kill this bastard for me!" Mrs. Smith began to call out to her assistant.

"I've always felt that your dead old man husband was suffocated to death by you!"

"You...... You ......" Mrs. Smith shuddered her hands and pointed to Hiroto Aoyama who was venting freely.

Over there, Assistant Linda had already pounced on with two bodyguards, and she had to shut this guy's mouth.

At this moment, Mrs. Smith's heart ached, her eyes rolled white, and she fainted so neatly.

Linda screamed, "Mrs. Smith has a heart attack! Hurry! Stop this idiot Boruto Aoyama!"

At the same time, the poor little assistant began to rummage through his purse, "Where's the medicine?"

After looking for a long time, she didn't find the bottle, so she simply turned the bag over, and the contents were all jingled and scattered on the ground, but there was still nothing.

No medicine!

Mrs. Smith had always had a heart attack, but she hadn't been sick for a long time, and she forgot to bring her medicine.

"Get to the hospital!"

Over there, Boruto Aoyama had been knocked to the ground with two fists by two bodyguards.

Other Smith Jewelry employees rushed forward to hold him down.

The loud ringing of the bell in his head receded, and he finally came to his senses, looking first at the stage in an uproar, then at Mariana Smith who had fallen to the side, at an angry and anxious Linda, and at the other familiar masters of the craft.

He was waking up, and I wasn't dreaming.

It's all reality!

Oh my God, look what I've done!

Suddenly changed, and after another ten minutes of tossing, Mrs. Smith had been rushed to the hospital, Hiroto Aoyama was also sandwiched by bodyguards, and Smith Jewelry and his party were menacing, but they were extremely embarrassed.

Fortunately, the audience had no opinions, although the time was delayed, but it was more exciting than watching a movie.

"Mr. Powell, shall we continue to record the show?"

Director Wang asked the two Guinness staff members who stayed here.

"Let's record it, what can we do? What about you, Mr. Chen?" Powell looked at Chen Guang with some concern, and now he was particularly concerned about Chen Guang's opinion.

Chen Guang waved his hand indifferently, "It has nothing to do with me, my business has been done, and now I am a mascot, you just have to be busy with you." ”

Mrs. Smith's matter couldn't cause any waves in his heart at all, he didn't do anything from beginning to end, the fat woman was just making a fuss there, and she deserved to have a heart attack, so she was to blame.

me.

Sitting in the studio bored, Chen Guang's thoughts had already flown to the other side, and the belief value of the pencil sharpening world was in place, just waiting for the show to be on TV and then a bumper harvest, so now the focus of work has to be shifted.

Just now Yue Hong sent a text message saying that the piano show has been finalized, and it will be staged directly at the National Art Museum next Wednesday.

Everything looked great, except for the fact that the interval was actually seven days, it was perfect.

Accustomed to busy days, he suddenly had seven days of leisure and nothing to do, and he felt a little melancholy in his heart.

If someone else were to hold such a high-level piano performance a week later, I am afraid that they would be eager to practice for fifteen hours a day.

But this is completely meaningless for Chen Guang, the strongest humanoid player in history.

Could it be that I have to spend seven days in Yanjing?

Just thinking about it makes him feel terrible.

That must not be boring to death?

I'm going to be the man who wants to become the lord of the three thousand worlds, and I'm also anxious to cultivate the Danqing Roll in the Great Perfection of the Flesh, otherwise I'll take my head to catch up with Wen Wen's pace?

During the last military exercise, I heard that she is getting more and more involved with the poison door and the secret door, maybe there will be a final battle that day, and she will be a spectator at that time?

Besides, since the secret door of the poisonous door dares to provoke the Wen family, it won't have any back-up, right?

Wen Wen may not be sure to win.

The most important thing is that in order to cover up the details of the poisoning incident in the hot pot restaurant, the 25 lives of seven families that have been invisibly erased have not yet been calculated.

If these things are not explained, the thoughts in Chen Guang's heart will never be able to be reached.

He himself may not be absolutely safe, just like last time, the other party casually sent two backbone martial artists to chase after him, and finally he was able to escape by luck, and he had to worship the Holy Grail just to give a gift of the wind god's legs.

What if those scum have crooked thoughts again and simply send Pi Jinwu?

What can I do?

Lie on the ground and wait to die?

This is also the most critical reason why he is so anxious and crazy to improve his strength.

He was really in a hurry. (To be continued.) )