"I," Carmen Keys' eyes flashed, and she quickly made up her mind again, "Of course I do, but I'm only targeting Giselle Bundchen. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The man secretly sighed that this girl was really naïve.

It's just that dealing with Gisele Bundchen, how can it be so simple.

Thinking so in his heart, the man nodded without hesitation, stretched out his hand to the big envelope containing money, and said, "Okay, I'll help you." ”

"Wait," Carmen Kath immediately pressed the envelope again, looked at the man, and said, "Give me your business card and contact information." ”

The man paused, nodded with a smile, reached into his coat pocket, took out a business card and handed it over.

Carmen Kath still pressed the envelope with one hand, took the business card with the other hand, looked at it, and then touched the mobile phone in the satchel and dialed the number according to the contact information on the card.

A moment later, the classic Nokia phone rings, and the man opposite him smiled and took out his phone and shook it at Carmen Keys, saying, "So, Miss Keys, have we made a deal?"

Carmen Kath pursed her lips, reluctantly letting go of her hand holding the envelope, trying to make her tone stronger, and said, "She may be flying to Europe in the next few days, you have to go with her, I will call every day to inquire about the progress." ”

"Of course, you should trust my work ethic. The man nodded again, put away the envelope containing the money, stood up and reached out again, and said, "Well, Miss Kath, happy cooperation." ”

Carmen Kath ignored the outstretched hand again, leaned back in the card seat, and turned her head to look out the window.

The man, too, withdrew his hand indifferently, shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the bar.

What a proud girl.

Ignorant and proud.

After the man left, Carmen Keith stared out the window at the neon cars on the road and was silent for a long time before getting up and walking out of the bar.

……

Even women who don't like each other occasionally agree on certain points of view.

Like at this time.

Gramercy Hotel, closing party at New York Fashion Week.

Looking at Eric, who was chatting with a woman in a black low-cut evening dress and elegant temperament not far away, Cindy, who was holding a glass of red wine, couldn't help but sigh in a low voice: "Linda is such an idiot. ”

Giselle, who had a little depression on his face, also nodded: "Stupid." ”

Although the women gathered around them did not dare to say such a confession, the expressions on their faces that were very approving also showed their inner opinions.

A moment later, Linda walked back alone.

He took a glass of champagne from the waiter's hand and took a big sip, then looked at the girls and muttered, "I'm so stupid, really." ”

Cindy still couldn't help but squeeze: "Even if you see your childhood idol, you can rush up by yourself, why do you want to take Eric with you, my God, don't you know his temperament?"

Linda said aggrievedly: "Where did I think of so much. ”

Qusi Gauff next to her sensed something unusual from Cindy's words, and asked curiously, "Eric, what kind of character?"

Cindy gave Rose Gauff a blank look: "What kind of questions does the little girl ask?" ”

Giselle, Fernanda, and the other girls all laughed foolishly, but none of them had the intention of explaining it to Gauss Gauff.

After Cindy finished speaking, she glanced not far away, rolled her eyes, walked to the wine table, quickly brought two glasses of vodka, handed them to Giselle and said, "Quick, drink them all." ”

Giselle took it suspiciously, put it to his lips and sniffed it, and said, "This, I'll get drunk." ”

"It's just going to be drunk, you're drunk, Eric will have to send you back later. ”

Giselle understood, but was not very reconciled, and said, "Then why don't you drink it yourself?"

"I thought, what if he asks Linda, the idiot, to send me back?"

Giselle turned to the daughters of Quss Gauff.

I also have a follower.

Cindy waved away a group of giggling young girls and said, "Alright, let's go to Eric's when we're done." ”

Giselle had no choice but to take a sip, wrinkled his nose and swallowed the spicy liquor, and then retreated in a blink of an eye, making a reason: "What should Eric do if he sees it?"

Cindy said, "Then he can't leave you here." ”

Looks like it makes sense.

All right.

Eric was chatting with the elegant woman in front of him at this time, and he felt that although Western women generally look old, there are always some goblins that seem to be completely uneroded by time.

"Ms. Severance, if it weren't for Linda saying she used to hang your poster in the bedroom, I would have thought you were the same age as Linda, it's unbelievable. ”

"I didn't expect to be favored by Miss Ivan Gorinsta," said the woman, "but you can call me Joan, Eric." ”

Eric nodded, "So, your full name is Joanna Severance?"

"No, it's just Joan, Joan Severance. ”

Actually, it's Joan Marie Severance, but women obviously don't take the initiative to say this cheesy middle name. The beautiful woman named Mary sounds more inconsistent. The maid named Mary is more normal, in fact, long ago, Mary was the maid's proper name.

"Good name," Eric naturally didn't look into this, smiled and nodded, and said, "So, Joan, you are the only one who came here today?"

"yes. ”

Joan Severance nodded, and without a trace, she changed the goblet in her right hand to her left hand, brought it to her lips and took a sip, her beautiful light blue eyes looking at Eric without hesitation.

With a smile on his lips, Eric admired the slender hand without any decoration, and said, "Your hands are beautiful, and I like women with beautiful hands." ”

"Oh, Eric, you're so direct. ”

"So," Eric said, placing the cup in his hand in the tray of the waiter passing by, "Joan, may I ask you to do a dance?"

Joan Severance nodded, put her red wine in the waiter's tray, and generously extended her arm, "Of course, but I don't know how to." ”

Eric gently put his arm around the woman's waist and said, "I like to dance with women who don't know how to dance the most." ”

"Why?"

"It's easier to take the initiative. ”

"Eric, you already have the initiative. ”

At the end of the song, Eric walks out of the dance floor with Joan Severance, and sees Giselle, who looks like a drunken cat.

Roughly guessing something, Eric glared fiercely at Cindy, who was seen in the crowd not far away, Cindy didn't look weak at all, and raised her face at him proudly.

It was not early, and seeing Giselle's drunken and lazy appearance, Eric had to dispel other thoughts and take her away first.

……

In a penthouse on Sixth Avenue near Central Park.

The flimsy white sunlight slipped through the curtains into the bedroom, and Eric opened his eyes to find that Giselle was no longer beside him.

After getting dressed and washing, I went downstairs and heard a sound from the kitchen, so I walked over.

Giselle was standing by the kitchen counter, holding a mobile phone in his hand and talking to the other side, when he saw Eric appear, the girl threw the phone out and fell into the pool with a snap.

Seeing Giselle scrambling to fish his phone out of the pool, Eric walked over and said with a smile: "So weak-hearted, is there something bad behind my back?"

"No," Giselle shook the phone in his hand, wiped it with a towel, and then put it to his ear, naturally there could be no more sound, and threw the phone aside in frustration, and the girl explained casually: "It's my sister, she called from Brazil." ”

Although he didn't hear clearly, Eric could tell that Giselle was speaking in English.

Thinking about the girl's embarrassed face when she first met Giselle because of an English word, Eric didn't think that Giselle's sister could talk to her sister in English proficiently.

However, Eric only nodded, and did not debunk. After all, anyone has some little privacy of their own.

Returning last night with a little drunken cat, Eric thoughtfully didn't do anything. At this time, looking at Giselle, who was wearing a small T-shirt and slacks, exposing a slender waist, Eric walked over excitedly and reached out to hug the girl's sexy body.

Sensing the man's emotions, Giselle turned around cooperatively and kissed Eric.

When Eric casually hugged Giselle's lithe body on the kitchen counter, the girl's long straight legs naturally wrapped around Eric's waist.

It's just that, with Giselle's movements, Eric paused reflexively, leaned into the girl's ear a little mechanically, and whispered, "Don't do this." ”

Giselle was a little confused, but he wisely let go of his long legs, and flatteringly leaned over his cheek and rubbed Eric's face, and his slender body slowly slid down, meekly kneeling on the cool wooden floor.

……

New York Fashion Week is followed by the three major fashion weeks in Europe.

Alexander and Miranda had already rushed to London before Eric came to New York, and with the New York Fashion Week closing, Giselle did not stay long, just spent a day in New York with Eric, and then hurriedly boarded the plane to England.

After the matter was dealt with, Eric rushed to East Hampton as usual.

Originally, I had planned to stay in East Hampton for only two days, and my next stop was to fly to San Francisco. It's just that just after arriving in East Hampton, my baby son accidentally fell at school, but it wasn't a big deal, just an extra band-aid on his forehead.

Eric would like to see the boy fall and beat him a lot, how can he be too quiet. Virginia was distressed, hearing Eric's point of view, the woman broke out completely, scolding Eric for being irresponsible as a father, knowing work all day long, and indifferent to her son's injury, and crying in the end.

Eric couldn't, he felt guilty about the women and the children, so he put off his original trip and planned to stay in East Hampton for a week or two.

……

Originally, even though she was suppressed, she was able to get a job with the operation of WM.

But now, all of a sudden, it's as if the whole world has forgotten about me.

Wandering the streets of Manhattan every day with nothing to do, she was originally a very lively personality, and even sneaked out of the house when her mother fell asleep in order to attend school parties as a child.

Recently, I suddenly lost interest in everything.

Like a housegirl, staying in her apartment every day, Camilla was also fired by her, she was going to be unemployed, where can she afford an assistant.

I thought I was probably cheated, and the $50,000 would never go back.

However, the paparazzi named Mark really didn't lie to himself, and he really looked like a work ethic, and he would talk to her on the phone every day to inform her of the progress of his 'work'.

She then bought a computer and clumsily received emails with photos.

When you have nothing to do, you will learn to surf the Internet unconsciously.

There is a lot of talk on the Internet about the witch Blair who happened in Maryland, and I heard that several college students who went on an expedition disappeared because of it.

Americans are so idle.

This was her first feeling, opening the electronic map on the Yahoo portal, looking it up, and finding that Maryland was not far from New York, and even had the idea of going to see it herself.

I've done it myself.

Perhaps, it would be nice to be killed by a witch in the jungle.

Thinking so crankily, he discovered the purpose of Yahoo Maps and turned to his hometown curiously.

I didn't expect to see my own house on the satellite map, although I don't know very well, but obviously, it is my own house, brown wooden house, birch fence, last time I went back, I also had a puppy at home, just three months old, fluffy appearance, now I don't know how.

So I suddenly felt a little homesick.

However, I am always unwilling, going back like this, what are I doing all these years.

The paparazzi work efficiency is really high, and it was only a little more than a week before the other party rushed back from the Milan Fashion Week that had just opened.

It's the same bar we met at last time.

This time, she didn't bother to wear any more sunglasses, so she rushed over with no face.

The two sat down, and the paparazzi didn't do any more boring greetings, and directly handed over a file bag, saying, "Miss Keith, this is what you need." ”

Hurriedly opened the file bag, and inside was a stack of photos.

She looked at it for a while, and one of the protagonists of the photograph was naturally Gisele Bundchen, and the other one she also knew, named Alexandre Ambrosio, also seemed to be from Brazil. In most of the photos, the two are very intimate, and there are even some photos of the two kissing in a nightclub.

Although she has only just gotten rid of her nobody status in the past six months, she has been in the fashion industry for so long, and she can more or less hear some insider gossip. It seems that both girls have a close relationship with Eric Williams.

In this case, can there be any use in photographing these two girls?

Looking through a stack of photos, she didn't speak, just looked up at the other side, waiting for the other party's initiative to explain.

The paparazzi took the initiative to pick up the photos and showed her them step by step: "Miss Kath, haven't you noticed? The two people in the photo, their relationship is very unusual. ”

She couldn't help but retort, "They're all Eric Williams women, and you think I don't know that?"