The people who can play with Giselle will naturally not be those little models who are at the bottom, but the modeling industry seems to be glamorous, but the income is not high, and there are few of them who can earn more than $100,000 a year, and Eric's bet of $100,000 plus a private jet shopping trip immediately made the girls scream. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But soon a girl questioned: "Eric, even if each of us has half the chance of winning you, the probability of winning all of them is only 1 in 14 of 2, this probability is almost zero, it's too unfair." ”

Eric looked over in surprise and spoke to a girl with a Latino appearance, not too pretty, but with a tall and hot body like a Latin American girl.

"I can't imagine that there are math girls here. ”

"Hey, Eric, you're discriminating," Qusi Gauff, leaning on Eric, immediately protested dissatisfied.

"Well, I apologize," Eric smiled, looked back at the girl who had just spoken, and said, "What's your name?"

Hearing Eric's question, the girl, who had some accent, immediately replied with a careful bite of the syllable, "Fernanda Tavares." ”

Eric patted the thigh of the girl on his left and smiled, "I like girls who know math, come and sit here." ”

Fernanda Tavares walked over without hesitation, and the girl had reluctantly reluctantly relinquished her position.

Giselle and Alexander, who were squeezed not far away, were even more depressed, Fernanda Tavares was from Brazil, because she was a fellow countryman, Alexander only invited her today, but she didn't expect that she was still a little Bichi who could do mathematics, which was really hateful.

What the hell does it mean to say that the fourteenth power of two means?

Giselle, who still didn't speak very good English, thought hatefully, and couldn't help but glare at Alexander, who shrunk his neck and continued to pretend to be a white rabbit.

Eric motioned for the girl sitting on the carpet at the coffee table to hand over a glass of champagne to Fernanda Tavares beside her, and said, "Well, if I draw an ace, even if I lose, then you have a thirteenth chance of winning, a hundred thousand dollars at a time, oh, well, it's time for you to increase your chips." ”

There was silence for a moment, and the girls began to think involuntarily, and then one of the girls suddenly shouted, "Ah, I see, Eric, you want us to undress, right, it must be so." ”

The other girls also seemed to suddenly 'understand' and started laughing.

Eric smiled as well, and said, "I'm not interested in you little A-cup bodies, you better look better in your clothes." ”

The average cup of professional models is generally not high, Eric made the Victoria's Secret show, although he deliberately selected the best figure, but later in order to achieve the best breast effect, many angels still need small means such as squeezing pads.

Although Eric said the truth, there was still a disgruntled protest around him, and Qusi Gauff's little hand patted lightly on Eric's body, looking angry: "Then what do you want, Eric, shall we go to bed with you?"

Eric turned his head and kissed Qusi Gauff's little face, nodded expectantly, and said, "That's a good suggestion." ”

"Ah!!h

In the scream, a bunch of candy pillows and other small objects flew over, Eric almost reached out to cover his ears, and hurriedly said: "Stop, stop, I can't stand you little goblins rushing up, okay, see that you can't get any powerful chips, then stick a sticker." ”

Quss Gauff immediately said, "Eric, that's so ugly, and it's going to make up your face." ”

Eric reached over the deck of cards, washed them, and replied with a smile, "It's really uncreative, I didn't say it had to be on your face, and you can do it anywhere else." ”

The girls were stunned for a moment, followed by another small scream.

"I knew, I knew, Eric still wanted us to undress. ”

"Alright, I'm going to be deafened by your little throat again, so I'll start until all the drinks are gone. ”

Although after understanding Eric's intentions, the girls' reaction was very 'fierce', but in the end, no one retreated, and they all gathered around.

Due to the simple rules and the fact that the game went very fast, he was unable to drain all the drinks, and when most of the girls were drunk and hazy, and two of them were rushing to the bathroom, Eric called the game over.

It was already dawn when I woke up again.

There were two soft bodies snuggled next to him, it was Giselle and Alexander, although he didn't lose many times last night, but every time he was filled with a glass of champagne by the girls, Eric was not too relaxed, he didn't have the strength to pay attention to a group of drunken girls, just carried Giselle and Alexander into the bedroom, and fell asleep with each other.

I looked at my watch, and it was already half past eight.

Today, to continue discussing the affairs of Marvel Studios, Eric sat up and sat up.

As Eric got up, Alexander snorted softly, changed his position and stopped moving. Giselle opened his eyes, muttered good morning, rubbed over and pressed his body against Eric, felt the man's desire in the morning, and whispered, "Eric, do you want it?"

It was past the wee hours of the morning after the game ended last night, and although Eric was still awake, he didn't want to rush to take the first time from the two girls while they were drunk, so he didn't do anything.

Although he wanted to, Eric kissed Giselle on the cheek and smiled, "It's not a good time now, next time." And I lost a lot of money last night, so I have to go to work and earn it back. ”

Of course, Giselle could feel that Eric didn't take the opportunity to ask her last night, and he was a little touched by the man's thoughtfulness, so he reached over and grabbed it, leaned into his ear and whispered with hot air: "Then let's go take a bath, I can help you with my mouth first." ”

Feeling Giselle's little tongue gently teasing at his cheek, Eric finally couldn't resist the temptation, got out of bed, picked Giselle up, and walked towards the bathroom amid the girl's chuckle.

After more than half an hour, the two of them came out of the bathroom, and Eric knew that he was destined to be late today, although it was okay even if he was a little late, but he still hung up the phone on Marvel's side before going downstairs with Giselle.

Because the curtains are drawn, the outdoor sunlight does not shine into the room, and the living room with the wall lamps still lit looks very messy, and a group of almost all girls lie on the sofa and carpet, some hugging pillows, some hugging each other, all sleeping soundly.

Looking at the situation in the living room, remembering that he was carried to the bedroom alone by Eric last night, Giselle had a faint sense of superiority, and his original vigilance dissipated a lot, since Eric didn't do anything out of the ordinary last night, he naturally won't do anything again today, not to mention, she has just helped Eric to satisfy.

Letting go of her vigilance, Giselle was also considerate, and walked lightly with Eric through the living room to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

However, as soon as he put the bread in the toaster, Giselle remembered something and said, "Eric, you lost eight times last night, you really have to ......"

Eric carefully flipped the fried egg in his grip on the pan and smiled, "You want me to pay the bill?"

"Well, $800,000, and private jets. ”

Giselle feels a little painful when she thinks about it, because of Eric's strong support, she has earned more than 100,000 dollars in the past six months, but after deducting various agent commissions and taxes, plus her and Alexander's expenses, there is nothing left at all. Not to mention the equally expensive private jet, $800,000 was and still is a huge amount of money for her.

Eric put the fried eggs on his plate, knocked two more, and continued: "Now, give you a math problem, 987 minus 677, and divide the result by 365, how much is it?"

Giselle remembered Fernanda Tavares last night, and turned her brain, but she didn't have a clue, she wasn't so good at math. But the girl was a little reluctant to admit defeat, so she put down the milk carton in her hand, walked to the refrigerator and picked up the sticky note paper and pen hanging next to it and calculated, quickly turned her head and said, "Probably, it's 0.85, right?"

Eric watched Giselle's movements with a smile and said, "That's right, my net worth was $67.7 billion the year before last, and $98.7 billion last year, 365 days a year, so, what is the result you calculated?"

Giselle immediately grew his mouth in surprise: "Also, that is, you can make $85 million a day." ”

"yes, $85 million a day, $3.5 million an hour, $60,000 a minute, well, I calculated, it would take about 13 minutes to earn that $800,000, so I can still afford to pay the bet. ”

Giselle felt his head start to feel a little dizzy: "This, too exaggerated." ”

Eric smiled and put another simple serving on his plate, "Here, baby, how about a taste of the omelette I made in three minutes? ”

Eric's little joke sobered Giselle a little, and he tried not to think about the series of weak numbers, walked over and picked up a fork, picked up a piece of fried egg, put it in his mouth and tasted it, and then deliberately frowned, "It's a little salty." ”

"Why don't I make another 6-minute one?"

"Hehe, that must be burnt. ”

Laughing and preparing breakfast, the two did not go to the dining room, but went to the bar by the window in the living room, opened the curtains a little, and sat on the stool to eat together.

Perhaps it was the extra light in the room, or the smell of food, but a girl lying on the carpet closer to the two woke up in a daze, but it was Rose Gauff.

The girl sat up, shook her head, looked down at her chest in a foggy look, reached out and removed a note from it, subconsciously put it in her small mouth and sucked it, the note was glued with the cream on the cake that Eric brought last night, it was very sweet.

After the hangover, the characteristic bitterness in her mouth dissipated, and Qusi Gauff sobered up a lot, twitched her nose, and turned her head to look in the direction of the bar.

Eric happened to sit across from the living room and greeted her, "Morning, Qusi, do you want something to eat?"

When I woke up, I couldn't be as crazy as last night, but looking at my companions in similar situations, Qusi Gauff wasn't too shy.

Smiling shyly, Qusi Gauff removed all the notes that were still glued to her body, picked up a dress next to her and put it on, and then walked over to say hello: "Morning, Eric, Giselle." ”

Eric motioned for the girl to sit down next to Giselle on the other side, and pushed the milk in his hand: "If you don't mind, drink my milk pad first, it's warm." ”

Stimulated by the smell of food, Qusi Gauff already felt that her little stomach was empty, but of course she didn't mind, thanked her, and took a sip of Eric's milk.

Giselle saw Eric give up his milk to Quss Gauff and took the initiative to go to the kitchen to help him prepare a new one.

Quss Gauff drank the milk, felt much better in her stomach, looked up at Eric and smiled, "Eric, can I take a shower?"

"Of course, the bathroom is over there," Eric gestured, and Quss Gauff thanked him and got up and walked towards the bathroom.

After a hurried shower, Qusi Gauff came out of the bathroom, and saw that Eric had already eaten breakfast, and was sitting by the bar with a pen filling in something. Eric lost eight times last night, that is $800,000, even if the fourteen girls were to divide it equally, each would have more than $50,000.

That's more than $50,000.

Oh, and private jets, round-the-world shopping trips.

When Eric made the bet, she and most of the girls had little hope that Eric would make up for it, especially since they didn't expect much after Eric gradually lost eight times. In their usual thinking, they don't think that anyone will easily shell out $800,000.

Thinking of this, Quss Gauff approached the bar lightly, trying to make herself appear non-existent, but her eyes glanced at the numbers that Eric was filling in.

One zero, two zeros, three zeros...... Hey, why was that number 1 in the first place, it seems to be 8.

After Eric finished filling out the check, he looked up at Quss Gauff, smiled, tore off the check and handed it to Giselle, and said, "Now, the extra money should be your and Alexander's pocket money, and here is my assistant's business card, call him, he will help you arrange a private jet, you can go wherever you want." ”

Giselle pinched the cheque with a full texture, looked at a series of zeros, and there were also small stars shining in his eyes, but after hesitating, he still said: "But, Eric, the company should not agree to us going on a trip, we still have to work." ”

"It's not fashion season, so there's so much work. Let's just say what I said, it's a holiday, and I don't work anymore. If anyone disagrees, let Elite John Casablanca and ...... Who is the president of IMG, let them call me. With that, Eric put away the checkbook, got up and hugged Giselle, glanced at the girls who were still sleeping in the living room, and said with a smile: "Then I'll go to work, and besides, you're the eldest sister, take care of them, no matter where you go, don't play too crazy." (To be continued.) )