Chapter 817: Lucky S's Girl

Without waiting for Leohard to respond, she lowered her head and rummaged in the small bag she carried for a while, and soon, she found a black eyebrow pencil, carefully handed it to Leohard, and asked nervously, "Can you sign for me?" ”

Leohard blinked, and showed a charming smile in cooperation, "Of course, where is the sign?" ”

This question made the girl a little embarrassed, she looked up and down, and there was only a long dress with a simple and elegant cut, which was obviously not suitable for use as a carrier for the idol's signature.

Soon, she hesitantly pulled out a tissue from her bag, "This?" ”

Leohard was very approachable, took the tissue in her hand, and responded gently: "Yes." ”

It's just that the tissue is too light, but it is not easy to focus, Leohard held it with the palm of one hand, and it was very laborious to write, seeing this, the girl immediately turned around, arched her back, and divided her hair with her hand

Both halves were smoothed to his chest, "You put it on my back to sign!" ”

Leohard raised his eyebrows, looked at the girl's exposed white neck, the Adam's apple moved up and down, and quietly pasted the tissue on her back, the five fingers of his left hand were open, the thumb pressed on the corner of the tissue, and the other four fingers were gently placed on the girl's back.

His right hand began to slowly write his English name, only a thin layer of clothing was separated from his hand, and the girl's warm body temperature continued to come through the clothing, and the place where the fingers touched seemed to have become a furnace, extremely hot.

What's even more amazing is that with every stroke he writes, the girl's body trembles slightly, as if an electric current passes through this slender eyebrow pencil, back and forth between him and her.

Leo Hader. Hamilton has never been so grateful to his grandfather for the long name he has named.

When he finally finished writing the last stroke, a thin layer of sweat was already forming on his forehead, and with strong self-control, he took the initiative to take a step back: "Okay." ”

The girl turned around, smiled sweetly at him, took the tissue with her name signed, and said with joy: "Thank you so much, I don't even know what to say, God, I must frame this signature and put it together with my certificate of honor!" ”

Leohard had just the right smile on his face, very gentlemanly: "That's my honor." ”

His bodyguards stepped forward at the right time, politely but forcefully invited this lovely lady out, and there was another cheer from the scene, Leohhard raised his right hand and waved his hand casually, like a real emperor superstar, amid the cheers and screams of the fanatical fans, and slowly walked through the passage.

Many people recorded the scene of Leo Hard treating fans in full, and quickly posted it on the Internet, and soon, this video quickly captured the headlines of major media, with the title of Lucky S's girl!

But what's interesting is that this lucky S girl, in any of the videos, can't find her face, whether she initially looked up at Leohhard, or later turned her back to Leohhard, her face seems to have cleverly avoided all the onlookers to shoot.

The clearest video is just a fan standing on the side, photographing the girl's side face, but unfortunately her hair blocks most of her face, and she can only see her small nose and bright eyes in a flash.

Probably people always have such a mentality, no matter what, if you open up and say it clearly, it will soon make people lose interest, and the more they are half-covered, the more they will be appetizing.

This lucky S girl is like this, countless people are desperately looking for clues about her, but she is like a drop of water that melts into the ocean, and there is no trace to follow.

As the editor-in-chief of "Truth Entertainment", Matthew's eyes were bloodshot, and he stared closely at the video that he had slowed down ten times, which was the clearest video he could find on the Internet, and he had watched it more than a hundred times in just a few minutes.

Wait a minute!

His strong index finger decisively pressed the spacebar, and the girl maintained a strange half-falling motion on the screen, and it could be seen that the direction of her feet was pointing behind Leohard.

His eyes lit up suddenly, and he snapped his fingers out of thin air, and there it was!

He stood up excitedly, took two quick steps, turned around again, and didn't even bother to withdraw from the computer, and directly pulled the memory card off the computer.

Ten years ago, Pravda was still known for reporting serious political and economic news, and Pravda Entertainment was just an obscure little oil bottle attached to him.

At that time, Matthew, who had just graduated from the Ivy League, was humiliated into this pitiful branch magazine that even the company had to share with other departments because he offended his boss.

Ten years on, the topic of interest has shifted from the political platforms of the two presidential candidates to what brands of clothes their wives like and what schools their daughters attend.

Now, Pravda, a former behemoth, has been laid off three times and is in a state of survival, and his former boss has already left with a cardboard box in his hand, and he heard that he has changed his career to become a car washer.

The "Truth Entertainment Newspaper" is thriving, because it often invites people from all walks of life to shoot covers, and its sales are not down or down, and the special weekly magazine once a year is in short supply because of its excellent production, and the website traffic is even more considerable.

It is no exaggeration to say that Pravda has not completely closed down, and it is all thanks to the continuous supply of supplies to this inconspicuous branch of the year.

Matthew made his way to the editor-in-chief's office, a venerable gentleman who had experienced Pravda's glory and its decline firsthand, and was now more and more at peace, and had privately told Matthew that when he retired, he would recommend him to the board of directors as the new editor-in-chief.

Matthew slammed the door a few times, and without waiting for the editor-in-chief to answer, he couldn't wait to push the door in, "Mr. Cooper, you must not have imagined what I found!" ”

Mr. Cooper's hair was a little bald, and like most middle-aged people in the United States, because of his love for potato chip burgers, his body shape developed horizontally, and he looked at this capable subordinate lovingly, "What? ”

Matthew plugged the memory directly into the computer in front of Mr. Cooper, and with a sharp operation, the video screen was frozen on the scene he had just seen, and he pointed to the screen and shouted, "Look, before she fell, the direction of her feet was pointing behind Leohard—"

"That is to say! She's part of Leohard's entourage! ”

"However, she looked surprised when she saw Leohard for the first time!"

Matthew is excited, lace! And King Leo Hard major lace!

It was a little cold, and then I put on my fluffy pajamas, which turned out to be too warm, and I fell asleep and slept twice in the chair! ORZ~

(End of chapter)