"Hey~old~board." Robert's lewdness~trivial~lewdness~ and shameless trembling came from the phone, directly pulling Jerry back from the edge of the cliff with his brain pumping, "What a shame do you have to find me so late~"

"It's okay, I just want to know if you're lewd ~ ~ " Jerry said angrily.

"I~fuck~" Robert gestured with his penis directly in the bathtub with a middle finger.

Well, there is another sound of water in my ears, very lewd ~ ~ water sound, and I can guess what good things Robert is doing.

The Fairy's villa in Beverly Hills has a huge bath.

What is it used for?

Hum~

Like Robert. What else will a guy like Soros use it for.

"Hey~dear~you~you~good~like~special~excited~excited~" Robert rolled his eyes while enjoying the touch of his back, feeling a gentle and rough stroke somewhere beneath the surface of the water, oh ~ oh my!

And before Robert came to his senses, Cindy. Crawford had already circled in front of him, and after a very seductive smile, Miss Cindy licked the corners of her mouth, then took a deep breath and went straight underwater.

"Oh~"

The penis who compared Jerry's middle finger to was directly by Cindy. Crawford took it in.

Robert. Soros almost had a cold breath and turned his back on the air.

"I know the answer now. However, before we wrap up our conversation, I hope you will restrain your behavior. Jerry rubbed his temples, depressed.

Robert's voice trembled a little, "Okay, Haode." ”

"About Steve. Mr. Jobs, you'd better go to NEXT in person, I don't want anything to go wrong in the negotiations between JR and NEXT. Mr. Spindler has made a lot of money. At the same time, don't underestimate Mr. Jobs's feelings for Apple, as the founder of Apple, although he hates the pests that drove him out of Apple, but judging from the fact that he still holds on to Apple's Zuihou stock. He still has an important place in his heart for Apple. Apple's future. No, it should be Steve. Jobs's future can only be tied to JR. As for Apple, if Mr. Spindler were to work with the moths on Apple's board, JR wouldn't mind giving them a ride, or else destroy them or eat them. What to do you should know yourself. ”

"Hmm~"

"Can you be more lewd~?"

"Old ~ boss, the main thing is ~ when you choose ~ the timing is not right. Oh~"

"Oh~Shit~" Jerry hung up the phone helplessly.

Everybody knows like Robert. Guys like Soros. What kind of drama will be staged in the coming time?

At least Jerry didn't want his ears to be polluted.

The training room of the H.O.T brand.

The Girls' Generation in their practice uniforms were either leaning on the bar or sitting on the floor, and the seven of them were watching the three standing in front of them with relish, three handsome men: Takashi Antimachi, Takashi Kashiwahara, and Hideaki Takizawa.

Oh ~ strong body, textured skin, sharp eyes. Gorgeous dance steps.

Well, the dance steps, for now, don't seem to have much to do with flashiness.

But just standing on the side and watching the three handsome guys sweat like rain under the guidance of the beauty superintendent, it's really a pleasing thing to the eye.

"Nanako, have you heard?"

"What, Ryoko-san?" Nanako Matsushima's eyes fell on Takashi Machi, who had sharp edges and corners. But it could no longer be removed. That powerful aura that hits the face. All of a sudden, she felt her heart racing, like. It's like a heartbeat that has been slapped on the ass by some nasty guy. No, no, a slap from that nasty guy will only disgust her. Nanako Matsushima quickly shook her head.

"It is said that His Royal Highness the Prince is preparing a new men's group." Ryoko Yonekura continued to press her crotch as she warmed up before everything started.

"Isn't that obvious?" Nanako Matsushima's gaze still did not leave Takashi Omachi, who showed her strong back muscles.

"I've heard that that nasty guy will be a part of this men's group as well." Matsuko interjected with a wooden cigarette stick in her mouth. No way, the biggest female smoker in the Japanese entertainment industry is now being forced by Jerry to quit smoking. The reason is very simple, women's group activities require a lot of physical strength, and with the physical fitness of an old smoking gun, she can't withstand such a toss. H.O.T also absolutely doesn't want to see a female artist who has only picked half of the dance and gasps as if she has asthma. Therefore, Miss Takako's favorite cigarette in her life was stripped of and replaced by a special wooden cigarette, which, according to Jerry's original words, is addictive to you. Remembering the bright sun when Jerry deprived her of her cigarette, Matsuko gritted her teeth.

"Really, really? Who do you listen to? Misaki Ito held her chin, "If that's really the case, then there will be a look." ”

"I overheard the president's phone call." Takako Matsu holds a cigarette stick.

"Are you a female agent?"

"I said, I just didn't mean to. I hope this is true, so that the beauty overseer can guide him as if he were guiding us. ”

"Miss Takako, you're too ruthless." Misaki Ito's eyes began to watery.

"Okay, don't be a nymphomaniac, Miss Misaki, even if His Royal Highness the Prince becomes a member of the boy group, I don't think we can see any kind of good show." Tomoaki Takahashi wiped his sweat while drinking a sports drink, "He's not like you, he belongs to the kind of person who habitually makes a fool of himself." ”

"Miss Chiaki~" Misaki Ito protested, "You are a slander of Akakago." ”

"Oh~Really?" Manami Konishi blinked her pair of electric eyes, um~ lethal electric eyes, and then she stretched out her finger and poked Misaki Ito's chest, "I don't know who accidentally split his pants with a split, revealing His Royal Highness the Prince on the bottoms." ”

Misaki Ito puffed out her cheeks angrily, but covered her eyes with her hands, which was really embarrassing.

"Okay, okay, don't make fun of Miss Misaki, Manami, you're no better yourself." Izumi Inamori patted her delicate ass and stood up from the floor, "Look who's coming." ”

The door to the training room was opened, and she came in with her agent, Miyu Imai, who was none other than their record producer.

"You said that there was a spy among us, and he appeared just now when he was mentioned." Ryoko Yonekura winked at her partners, and the women covered their mouths and smiled. (To be continued.) )