"Hi beauty!" A long figure stepped down from the car, the young man was dressed in a leather coat, his body was perfectly proportioned, and his deeply carved facial features were handsome, because he was wearing a pair of sunglasses, he couldn't see what kind of emotions were in his eyes, but from his relaxed tone to greet him, it seemed that he was in a good mood.

"You ......" watched the young man take off his sunglasses, under the slightly long golden bangs, a pair of blue eyes flashed with a shining and clear brilliance, suitable for a little stunned, and then got up and kicked the man's Pagani supercar.

Her action attracted the attention of everyone next to her.

The people who enter and leave this hotel are either rich or expensive, they are all discerning people, just look at the supercar, you will know what kind of price it is worth, suitable for that foot, ordinary people even if they work for a lifetime, may not be enough to help it repair!

"Smack-"

There was a loud bang, and a suitable footprint fell on the door.

The young man was completely unmoved by her actions, he shrugged his shoulders, stepped in front of the woman, and said helplessly: "I know that you must be angry when you see me here." ”

"Bastard!" It is appropriate to grit his teeth: "It's not good to stay in New York to go to school, what are you doing here?" ”

"Sister......

"Shut up and don't be coquettish with me."

"I'm not going to be coquettish with you, sister, you're going out now, right? How do I send you? The boy reached out and pulled her wrist and pushed her into the sports car.

He was about to open his mouth to scold, but the young man slammed the car door shut.

Watching him jump into the sports car in a chic way after going around the front of the car, he couldn't help but reach out to support his forehead, but he felt a splitting headache.

This young man's name is George, but at the age of seventeen or eighteen, at first glance he looks no different from an ordinary rich second generation, as if he is the kind of gentleman who drives a sports car, plays with stars, and only knows how to spend time drinking, but in fact it is not.

He has an extraordinary background, and even more amazing talent.

He was born into a European nobleman, the only son of the Prince of Belgium, and the second in line to the throne of the Kingdom of Belgium. His mother was a brilliant and mysterious figure in the world of finance, who was the lifeblood of the European economy, and he knew how to invest at the age of ten, and now his own business is beyond calculation.

Moreover, this little ghost has a great talent for languages since he was a child, and so far, he has learned English, French, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Russian, Arabic and Dutch and other national languages.

It was fitting to know him because of an accident.

Her thoughts were about to fly back to that time, but George's question disturbed her: "Sister, are you uncomfortable?" ”

"Nope."

"You look tired!" After starting the car, George glanced sideways.

"Didn't anyone tell you to look at the road when driving?" It is advisable to prop your elbows on the door and cool down.

George shrugged, but obediently turned his attention to driving: "Sister, where are you going now?" ”

His appearance made her only think about how to send him back to New York, but she really almost forgot the purpose of her coming out, and now she reminded him, so she said weakly: "Go to the city hospital." ”

George slammed on the brakes on his feet and turned his face to look at her: "Sister, you are really sick." ”

"You're sick!" He reached out and slapped him on the head: "Drive me immediately." ”

"I know it."

"Do you know the way?"

"Sister, don't you know that there is a very advanced software called GPS navigation system?"

He resisted the urge to blow him on the forehead again, gritted his teeth and shouted, "Drive!" ”