The American family atmosphere is very bold and relaxed.

The TV connected speaker played a replay of the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games, some people improvised the piano and danced with the scene, and there was a startled shout from the mahjong room.

Hall, who was accustomed to dealing with old men, was stiff and uncomfortable for a while, sitting on the sofa with his back straight and his legs together, holding a whiskey glass in his hand, and coping with the scene with a blank expression.

"You haven't had a girlfriend, have you?"

"Yes."

"You like mature girls?"

"Yes."

"So do you want me to help you become a man, or us?"

"Yes...... Huh?" Hall came back to his senses and unconsciously raised his voice slightly.

Several of the ladies who had spoken boldly around him burst into laughter.

One of them even exaggerated his hands and whispered, "Oh my God, how can Cheryl have such a lovely godson, why didn't this Bichi say it earlier!" Don't be shy, boy, take it easy, we understand you."

Hall opened his mouth helplessly, only to sigh in the end.

In the context of Europe and the United States, when a woman faces a man who says you are cute, the latter can consider changing to a sexy and cool pair of pants.

What kind of nonsense did they listen to, how could they all be in a state of "I understand you, don't explain".

Half an hour later, Cheryl, who was finally willing to come out of the toilet, quietly replied:

"I told them that you have autism because you were bullied and ridiculed by your classmates at school, and your biggest dream is to be a man. But because I was too autistic, I couldn't get a girlfriend, and I was constantly bullied at school and I had suicidal thoughts."

Hall looked down at the red lipstick mark on his collar and was silent for a few seconds before he spoke, "So, do I have to acknowledge the kindness of the ladies, despite their overzealousness?"

"Of course!" Cheryl raised an eyebrow with smugness, "You can expose me, but I think that as a proud gentleman, I won't allow the love of the ladies to fall into an awkward position."

"Oh, the lipstick print is so beautiful, it's a designer. Thanks for the assists, and honestly, I really like literary women."

"You're welcome, I just called Helena in the bathroom, and guess what? She's returning to London from her vacation, and she's planning to make a stopover from New York."

Hall Qi's liver hurts and the roots of his teeth itch and he can't speak, and he has never won in terms of arrogance......

"Don't sit stupidly, show your sisters the merits, and go play "Little Star" and listen." Cheryl said with a fake smile.

The caring literary ladies are full of warmth and love in their eyes.

Hall didn't bother to complain and resist, so he obediently got up and walked to the piano to wait for the guests who were playing, and played a little star variation in the coming place.

But not to mention, due to the fact that he has been relatively idle and has a lot of time to spend recently, his piano skills have returned to the age of ten, and he has reached the peak level of seven or eight points.

After the whole piece was played, the audience enthusiastically cheered, and the guest who originally played the piano also sent out an invitation to play a four-hand game.

Hall hurriedly shook his head, joking, he didn't really want to show his talent, it was true to take the opportunity to get out of the pile of caring ladies!

There is no cruel thing in the world than to refuse a lady's kindness, and the cruelest thing is that he is willing to accept it.

"I'm lustful, I'm damned, I repent, may the Virgin Mary fool me."

Pretending not to hear or see, Hall ignored the caring ladies telling him to sit down, and walked briskly towards the crowd of people watching the replay of the Olympics in front of the television.

There are mostly men here, so it's suitable for cover.

「…… Fashion design is an art, but unfortunately there are still many places in the world that don't seem to have the ability to understand what art is. Have a great time during Fashion Week, and I promise you'll have an art experience you've never enjoyed before."

Hall huddled into the crowd just in time to hear someone talking.

Following the voice, a middle-aged white man with long hair shook his hand as he spoke, confirming

100% Italian.

Standing next to the Italian stood a young Asian girl, who chimed in on from time to time, with a Korean accent.

Looking at the body movements, the girl was a little impatient, holding the wine glass in her hands, and frequently turned her head to comb the broken hair around her ears.

Inadvertently made eye contact with Hall, and with a slight hesitation, he simply left the Italian, walked straight forward and asked politely, "Hello, are you Mr. Hugo Hall?" KKR, Benask, I've seen the news reports."

"Ugh...... It's me, but it's not convenient for me to talk about work tonight."

Hall was completely tired, and he actually had to help solve the lie, after all, no one would believe that the guy who manipulated the merger of the century had autism.

It can only be said that his current popularity and influence are only in a certain circle, and when he was first crowned a member of the House of Lords of England a few months ago, Cheryl's prank does not hold up at all.

"I know, I know, tonight is an art-themed private party." The Korean girl blinked with a hint of excitement in her tone.

Hall touched his collar and said to himself that you better really understand everything, and you don't need me to explain.

"My name is Lee Boo-jin, I'm from South Korea, and I appreciate what you've achieved in your career...... Well, forgive me for being excited."

The Korean girl folded her hands in her lower abdomen and bowed 35 degrees.

Hall was surprised, reached out to help her up, and said, "No, I'm just curious, you're from the Samsung Group? Lee Kun-hee is your father?"

"Lee Kun-hee is my father, but I didn't work at Samsung, I'm still studying like you, we're the same age, that's why I'm ...... you."

The young girl didn't finish speaking, and her expression was envious and yearning.

Hall couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, from the three-star eldest princess Li Fuzhen's admiration, even if she was just a young girl at this time, it was enough to satisfy her vanity.

"You came to New York to see Fashion Week?" He asked, with interest.

Li Fuzhen nodded seriously and explained, "Yes! I'm going to university next year and my father is asking me to add an international perspective that will help me grow in the future."

Several messages flashed in Hall's mind: not only did Akio Morita stare at Haolaiwu for decades, but the entire neon jumped up and down to counterattack the United States.

Last time in Mellon's study, Paul Mellon said that he would organize a business delegation to South Korea during the Seoul Olympics to transfer the semiconductor industry.

This year, Lee Kun-hee has just ascended to the throne of Samsung, and he shouted the slogan to connect with the international market to carry out the so-called second entrepreneurship, integrating its electronics, semiconductors, communications and other businesses.

The follow-up development context is traceable, the neon economy exploded, Samsung and even the whole of South Korea, fully received the neon broken corpse and sang all the way into the development of semiconductors.

Then the neon old story was repeated, and he was smashed with a hammer and almost blew up the country's economy, putting on a financial dog chain.

So nine times out of ten, his previous conspiracy theory judgment is correct, the neon economic explosion of the United States is inseparable, and the rise of South Korea's semiconductors is planned.

Hall suddenly discovers that he is actually a great good man, he just wants to make money, and Paul Mellon's old Wall Street stuff wants to make money and kill at the same time.

Lee Kun-hee was also willing enough, as soon as he got on the thief ship on the front foot, he kicked his daughter to New York and was discriminated against.

When the dog of Daming in South Korea didn't say that he would let the royal children envoy Daming, the dignified three-star eldest princess mixed a costume design circle, and there were Italian old people shaking their hands and making disrespectful words.

"Lee, you know."

Hall thought about the gap, and the Italian asked closely.

Li Fuzhen pursed his lips and said slowly, "We don't know each other."

The words were answered by the Italian elder, but his eyes were looking at Hall. a>vas>div> scan the code to download the red sleeves and Xiaoxiang to send benefits, and newcomers can read div>div>div > for free for a limited time