It's Friday, and it's a lively day at 7 Vinton Street, where Mr. Lawrence, a French immigrant who is a Wall Street venture capital tycoon, throws a party at his home to invite many clients to gather. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Sergey, Sergei!"

Pauline whispered, "Another car is coming, don't you stare at it?"

Sergei opened his eyes in a daze, and looked through the windshield at the mansion in the distance: "A Porsche, good fellow, if only I could have one." ”

Pollin sat in the co-pilot, because of his wide body and fat, Rao was a woman, and a beard-like hair grew on her lower lip: "Keep an eye on it, Sergey, although all the people who have come here are some well-known people, who knows what the identity of the suspect will be? He is likely to be wandering around Vinton Street recently, this is a good opportunity to find prey!"

Sergei took out the half-eaten Big Mac from the clasp box: "I always say that you are nervous, my dear, the police station has not confirmed whether there is really a serial murderer, what are you anxious about?"

As he spoke, he took a bite of the burger, watched a fiery Porsche prepare to stop on the side of the road, and exclaimed, "It's a luxury!"

It's a luxury indeed.

Since five o'clock in the afternoon, cars of astonishing grade have been constantly parked near the road, and it is not surprising that small sports cars, Bentleys and Rolls-Royces can also be seen, and the surrounding neighbors have long been tempted to probe their brains.

After all, the Lawrence family is gorgeous just by the house, and it can be regarded as a mansion in this simple middle-class neighborhood.

At the same time, it is also thanks to the fact that the area of this house is indeed amazing, which is enough to be worth the sum of six buildings in the neighborhood, which can also provide additional private parking spaces, so as not to cause a large number of illegal parking disputes.

By seven o'clock in the evening, Speick had finally arrived.

He stepped out of his Lincoln saloon, dressed in a neat black suit, and strolled through the beautifully decorated gardens of the Lawrence home. He arrived a little late, but the head of the house, who was supposed to welcome him, was not at the door, and he didn't know who he was talking to.

"Lawrence's social circle is still as wide as ever, and I actually saw the CEO of Paramount?"

At this time, the garden was full of men and women chatting and laughing, and when Speike looked around, he immediately found three Hollywood actors from about ten guests, and although they were only famous, their works did not fail to sell at the box office.

"Oh, no, it's Mr. Speick, you've been invited by Lawrence too?"

Just as Speike was about to step into the house, a middle-aged man appeared from a corner of the garden and walked up to him quickly: "Bantam Books has been doing business very well recently, I really envy it!"

"Peter! Even if I live in New York, I have a habit of subscribing to your Los Angeles Times! I've been very busy lately, haven't I? The Olympics are coming, and I see that you, the editor-in-chief, have lost a lot weight!"

"Haha, this joke is funny, it's funny! Speck, to tell you the truth, don't look at me now that I live in Los Angeles, I also read the New York Times every day, and the Washington Post also reads it every day!"

"You two, why don't you try the cocktail that Mrs. Lawrence has specially prepared?"

It was an executive at Paramount, and for a moment Speck was a little embarrassed because he had forgotten the other person's name. After taking the cocktail, he hurried into the house, after all, it was rude not to remember human life.

"Hey, sir, would you like to try cookies? These are my mother's own bakes. ”

At this time, a young girl in a dark green dress walked towards Spek.

Her jet-black hair was combed into a straight hairstyle, and although she was only twelve years old, as soon as she raised her head, there was a strong cold and glamorous style.

"Oh, I know you, Sissi, isn't it? How is your father doing? Bonjour?"

As soon as Speick's words fell, he was surprised to see that the Lawrence family's daughter showed a jealous and helpless expression.

“…… Uh, did I do something wrong?"

In desperation, he quickly picked up a cookie and put it in his mouth: "Oh my God, it's really delicious!"

However, the girl Sissi still stared at him with a resentful expression, which made Speike even more overwhelmed.

I ate your mother's baked cookies, and praised them for being delicious, and they were indeed delicious, so why are you still unhappy?

"Sir, Bonjour means good morning in French. ”

Beside her, another girl's snickering voice rang out.

“…… Aha?"

Speike looked around in amazement, subconsciously stunned.

This is a stunningly beautiful girl.

It stands to reason that the face is not an oriental beauty under the traditional European and American aesthetics, no red phoenix eyes, no towering cheekbones, and no salallow complexion. But for some reason, Speike just felt that this girl's fair complexion, with delicate and shiny skin, coupled with those sapphire-like eyes, made him instantly have the illusion of meeting a muse.

"Ahem, sir?"

Alice recognized the other person's expression in the blink of an eye.

Thinking about his previous life, when he stood in the audience and watched the school flower sing on stage, he basically had this expression.

But here's the problem......

Alice looked at her body, the white dress was indeed very beautiful, and through the appropriate style design, she did not look childish or too precocious. According to the eyes of a normal wolf people, that is the so-called, the kind of appearance that sets off the angelic girl with a pure temperament of lily petals.

Therefore, it is not surprising that this forty-year-old uncle in a suit and leather shoes also showed such an expression.

But here's the problem......

I'm only 12 years old, okay!?

What do you mean by showing a pig to a primary school student!?

Is LOLI controlled!?

Miss Ben easily endured the "strange feeling" of the emptiness of her lower body, and it was rare to wear a dress once, and she ran into a strange uncle!?

Yes, strange feelings.

This is indeed the first time in time...... Eight or nine years later, Alice wore a dress for the first time as a big girl. Well, since she has been determined to be a girl, she can't change back yet, and it's impossible for her to say that she has never been interested in wearing skirts.

It's just that this feeling is too awkward, and when Alice finally put it on at Sissi's encouragement, she immediately felt it.

When a warm and warm breeze passed through the "hall", the little wind god who was obsessed with color (sai) never forgot to stretch out a mischievous hand and touch her milky white "fat time".

Cold, icy cold~!

"Ahem, sir, who are you?"

After Alice repeated it three times, Speike realized his gaffe: "Oh, I'm sorry, my name is John Speike, the chairman of Bantam Books. ”

Without handing Alice the business card, Speike smiled, "I'm surprised, where did this pretty little girl come from? Miss Lawrence, is she your classmate?"

Sissi took the cookie pan and said coldly, "She is my neighbor and good friend, and if Mr. Speick has eaten enough cookies, please go to the third table at the door and write down how she feels about it, and my mother will already be happy to see the suggestions of the guests." ”

"Oh, of course that's fine. ”

"I'm not a writer, but I'm the owner of a publishing house, so it's easy to write reviews for your mother's delicious cookies......"

"Oh, isn't this John!?"

At this moment, a tall, handsome and dashing blonde man walked over, accompanied by another middle-aged man: "Don't say hello to me immediately when you come!"

"Mr. Lawrence, Mr. Speick seems to be fond of cookies, and he is going to write a very wonderful review for your wife. ”

Seeing Sissi's father coming, Alice's blue eyes suddenly burst into a gushing malice: "Why don't we quickly find an empty room and let Mr. Speick write a few thousand words of evaluation?

Sissi and Alice glanced at each other, and their emerald green eyes were full of cunning: "Yes, Dad, Mr. Speike also said just now that he is very good at French, and after eating the cookies made by his mother, he even said that he would write a review in flower characters and French~ Hey, Mr. Speike, you shouldn't let us down, right?"

"Yes, yes, look, Mr. Speick has eaten five cookies!"

Attracted by Alice's sharp voice, four or five people gathered around the room. Seeing that the plate in Sissi's hand was indeed half empty, everyone naturally interjected.

"Isn't this a Speick? When did you suddenly become interested in French cookies? I remember when you were a student at Yale, didn't you hate France the most?"

"Hehe, anyone who fails a foreign language class will always be like this. By the way, kid, give me a piece too. ”

"It's ten dollars for a plate, I said Speck, you can eat half a plate of cookies by yourself, and have the stomach to taste other delicacies?"

"Hey, guys, this Dominion next to me is very good at writing scripts, why don't you just ask him to submit a work to Hollywood, just call it ...... "Uncle Speck Who Loves Cookies"!?"

For a while, the area where Alice and Sissi were located became the focus of everyone's attention. The living room wasn't much in size, and when more than five people laughed in a circle, more people couldn't help but gather when they saw that Mr. Lawrence, the party organizer, was also there.

As for Speike himself, he could only smile bitterly in the laughter of the crowd. It is no secret in the industry that Speick, the chairman of one of the largest publishing houses in New York and Bantam Press, does not understand French and hates France.

It seems that now, even the little girl next door knows this story!

"Hey, Lawrence, you haven't given a speech yet. ”

When a man in the distance spoke loudly, the audience fell silent for a moment.

"As the most famous venture capitalist in the entertainment industry on Wall Street, you suddenly moved to Los Angeles last year, and it certainly wasn't to recuperate. It's already past seven o'clock, so why don't you tell you what your plans are?"

Standing with Sissi, Alice raised her wrist to look at her watch, and it was indeed not early.

Tonight, the reason why she was invited by Sissi to come to their house for a party had nothing to do with the nature of the party.

As far as the eye can see, they are all the owners of the venture capital firm to which Mr. Lawrence belongs. Hollywood's Paramount had five executives come to cheer, and the owners of major publishing houses and newspapers in New York, Philadelphia, Seattle, San Francisco and other places also attended.

However, when Alice saw that Mr. Lawrence was actually about to speak, her eyelids began to twitch uncontrollably.