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Aisha hunched her waist and curled up in front of Jiang Chen's chest, her white and delicate skin glowing with a seductive flush, like a ripe little shrimp. Jiang Chen lifted her bangs that were wet with water, and stroked her loose hair as if smoothing her hair.

Still immersed in the intoxicating pleasure, Aisha moved her petite and cute nose and leaned her head in the direction of Jiang Chen, so that she could more comfortably enjoy the afterglow of climbing the mountain.

No matter how many times she tasted it, Aisha was so fascinated by Jiang Chen. Not because of the petite and toned body, nor because of the aesthetic face of the Oriental, but no matter what time she was, she was as docile as a sheep, as if she never knew what rejection was. Even if it was a shameful proposal, she would not resist, but would take the initiative to send herself to the mouth of Jiang Chen, the "big bad wolf", for fear that she would not be delicious......

As for why the battlefield changed from a bathroom to a bedroom, and why the two of them were sweating profusely at the moment, the mystery in this can only be understood, and it will be unspeakable.

"In the evening I will attend a private reception hosted by Admiral Nikolaev, so you can accompany me in a moment. By the way, are you hungry? If you're hungry, I'll get you something to eat. ”

"But...... I didn't have the right clothes. ”

Looking at the crumpled carbon nano combat suit on the bedside table, Aisha had a regretful expression on her face. Jiang Chen rubbed her hair and said with a smile.

"It's fine, it's just an evening gown. This is a five-star hotel, if they can't solve this little trouble, don't open any hotel. ”

Sitting up from the bed, Jiang Chen walked to the entrance position, picked up the phone and called the front desk of the hotel.

It's already past six o'clock, and it's definitely too late to order a dress, and this is not the business of the hotel, but since you can open a hotel on the busiest street in Moscow, and have the qualifications to receive foreign guests, there is no problem in helping guests solve the small troubles of food, clothing, housing and transportation. Not to mention the guests who live in the presidential suite and are under the heavy care of the Russian Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Security Service.

On the phone, Jiang Chen offered to help his female companion get a dress, and the waitress immediately came over with a ruler and knocked on the door.

When the waitress was helping Aisha measure the size, Jiang Chen called again to order dinner.

It is certain that there is food at the cocktail party, but it is estimated that there is no chance to eat it, and it is not the first time that Jiang Chen has participated in this kind of private cocktail party, and he knows very well what the situation will be after the cocktail party starts. It's best to eat something to cushion your stomach before participating, so as not to make your stomach rumble when dancing, which will be embarrassing.

After measuring the size, the dining cart was also pushed up.

Putting away the tape measure, the waitress told Jiang Chen that she would deliver the dress here within an hour, and then left while making a phone call.

Dinner was still Russian, with vanilla-flavored low-alcohol liqueurs, croutons sprinkled with meat and cream, white sturgeon caviar worth as much as gold, and borscht with a unique flavor.

Aisha, who was wrapped in a bathrobe, sat next to Jiang Chen, holding a silver fork and feeding him one bite at a time, and enjoyed the delicious dinner, but in the end, she didn't eat two bites herself, but she almost didn't kill Jiang Chen.

When the meal was again, the GRU-born driver called Jiang Chen and reminded him that the next time was almost up. This made Jiang Chen a little surprised, he remembered that he didn't tell the Russian official about the night's itinerary, and thought about talking to the driver later, but he didn't expect people to call him in turn to remind him.

But after thinking about it, he also left this matter behind.

After all, it was the Russian general who held the party, and although it was a private reception, since he invited himself, it was impossible to hide it from the Russian officials.

This is also due to safety concerns, and Energizer has reduced his travel outside of his schedule. Don't look at the Russian space corporation with only a dozen bodyguards to follow, it is no exaggeration to say that within a radius of ten miles, they are under the control of Russian intelligence. If you want to use your brains against him, unless you buy off half of the Russian Security Service.

Regardless of whether the purpose is simple or not, in terms of Jiang Chen's safety, the old Maozi are much more concerned than the Yankees.

After eating this dinner for half an hour, Jiang Chen sat on the sofa with Aisha in his arms and rested for a while, and soon the dress was delivered.

According to the waitress, the dress was bought by them in Aisha's size at a nearby boutique. A piece of two million rubles, clothes and bills were delivered to Jiang Chen's hands. Jiang Chen put away the dress and bill, casually threw a tip of S$100 to the waitress, and then the hairy girl gave him a flying kiss with a smile, turned around and left.

"I went to the bedroom to change my clothes. ”

"Don't worry," Jiang Chen laughed evilly, and instead of handing the dress in his hand to Aisha, he took two steps closer to her like a big bad wolf, and unfolded the black evening dress in his hand, "It's not convenient to wear this kind of dress, why don't I help you?"

Aisha blushed and whispered, "That'...... Then let's go to the bedroom. ”

"What are you doing in the bedroom? Jiang Chen sat on the sofa on the side, patted his thigh, and said generously, "Come, sit on my lap." ”

Aisha's cheeks were red and almost dripping blood, and knowing that it was useless to resist, she simply closed her eyes and let go of the hand that was pinching her neckline.

The cool breeze blew, the white bath towel slid down the carcass and fell on the carpet, the two jade legs stepped out of the bath towel, Aisha staggered to the sofa and sat on Jiang Chen's lap.

After tossing for a while, the dress was finally put on her body.

Trotting to the mirror, Aisha spun around in place a few times, looking at herself in the mirror, her face blooming.

Looking at Aisha who was spinning in circles in front of the mirror, Jiang Chen also nodded with satisfaction, this is just a change of clothes, and the temperament of the whole person is different. The black cotton evening dress, although conservatively covering a large area of skin, perfectly outlines the curves of her figure.

The convex convex, the warped, petite but not poor, low-key but elegant.

Judging by the smile on Aisha's face, she herself was quite satisfied with the dress.

Looking at this clothes, Jiang Chen felt that the tip he had just given seemed to be less, and he wondered if he would make up for it next time.

Aisha, who didn't snub Jiang Chen and finished stinky in front of the mirror, turned around and threw herself into Jiang Chen's arms, blinking at her with big sapphire eyes, and said excitedly, "Am I good-looking?"

Feeling the warmth in his arms, Jiang Chen felt that his little brother raised his head very honestly again. Feeling the hardness of the lower abdomen, Aisha, who finally calmed down, had a few hot flushes on her cheeks.

Of course, there will be a drinking party next, even if Jiang Chen wants to do something, there is no time left.

Jiang Chen kissed her on the lips and "snapped" her buttocks with his palm.

"It's good-looking, it's all beautiful! Dare to tempt me, hum, I'll clean you up when I come back in the evening." ”

There was no fear in the slightest, and the sapphire eyes blinked as if they were talking, as if to say, "I'm waiting for you to come back and clean me up."

At this moment, the phone rang very inappropriately, Jiang Chen reluctantly let go of Aisha, took two steps back and pressed the watch to turn on the holographic screen, only to see that this time it was the bald head on the co-pilot.

Having already guessed what they wanted to say, Jiang Chen didn't bother to answer the phone, and patted Aisha on the back after hanging up the phone.

"Let's go, the time is almost up, and my two bodyguards have already started urging. Jinnima is interesting, and attending a private drinking party is more anxious than me, and it's too dedicated. ”

Throwing the holographic screen aside, Jiang Chen muttered as he put on his shoes and walked out the door. (To be continued.) )