Chapter 1096: Cruel youth

"I," Carmen Kays eyes flashed, and soon made up his mind again: "I certainly know, but I am only targeting Gisele Bundchen."
The man sighed that the girl was really naive.
Just to deal with Gisele Bundchen, how can it be so simple?
Thinking in my heart, the man nodded without hesitation, reaching out to the big envelope with money and saying, "Okay, I will help you."
"Wait," Carmen Kass immediately pressed the envelope again, looking at the man: "Give me your business card, and contact information."
The man's action paused, smiled and nodded, reached out and explored it in his jacket pocket, and took out a business card and handed it over.
Carmen Kass still keeps the kitten in one hand and presses the envelope with the other hand. The other hand picks up the business card and looks at the phone. He also touches the mobile phone in the bag and dials the number according to the contact information on the business card.
A moment later, the classic Nokia mobile phone ringing bell rang, the opposite man smiled and pulled out the phone and shook Karman Kass, saying: "So, Miss Kas, have we sold?"
Carmen Kess licked her lips and reluctantly let go of the hand holding the envelope, trying to make her tone look stronger. "She may fly to Europe in recent days, and you must follow the past." I will call every day to ask about progress."
"Of course, you should believe in my professional ethics." The man nodded again, put away the envelope that was filled with money, stood up and reached over again, saying: "So, Miss Kas, happy cooperation."
Carmen Kass once again ignored the hand that stretched out and leaned against the back of the card seat, turning his head and looking out the glass window.
The man also retracted his hand indifferently and shrugged off the bar.
Really a proud girl.
I am ignorant and proud.
After the man left, Carmen Kass looked out at the neon lights on the road outside the window, and stood silent for a long time before getting up and out of the bar.
......
Even women who are not familiar with each other occasionally agree on certain points of view.
For example, this time.
Gramercy Hotel, the closing party for New York Fashion Week.
Looking back not far from Eric, who was chatting with a woman in a black low-cut evening gown, the Cindy holding a glass of red wine could not help but sigh: "Linda is really an idiot."
Giselle nodded with a little depressed face on his face: "Stupid."
The women who are surrounded by Qus Gaofu did not dare to say so confessingly, but the expressions that they agreed with on their faces also showed their inner views.
After a moment, Linda came back alone.
I took a glass of champagne from the waiter and took a big sip. Then I looked at a few women and muttered: "I am stupid, really."
Cindy still couldn't help but squeeze: "Even if you see your childhood idol, you just rushed up, why should you pull Eric together, God, don't you know his temper?"
Linda swears: "Where do I think so much."
Next to the song, Gao Fu, felt some unusual from Cindy's words, curiously tried: "Eric, what kind of temper?"
Cindy whited Qusie Gaofu: "The little girl asked questions."
Giselle, Fernanda and several other girls all laughed insanely, but none of them intended to explain to Qus Goff.
When Cindy finished, he glanced closer, and his eyes turned and went to the wine table. He quickly brought two glasses of vodka and handed it to Giselle: "Quick, all drink."
Giselle took it in a puzzled way and smacked it on his lips. He said, "This will be drunk."
"It's just getting drunk, you are drunk, and Eric will have to send you back."
Giselle understood it, but he was not too reconciled. "Why don't you drink it yourself?"
"I thought about it, what if he asked Linda to send me back?"
Giselle turned to a few women of Qus Gaofu.
I also have a follow-up.
Cindy waved a group of young girls who were laughing and joking, and then said, "Okay, go to Eric when you are finished."
Giselle had to take a light sip, wrinkled his nose and swallowed the spicy liquid, and then turned back to the drums, looking for reasons: "What does Eric see?"
Cindy said: "Then he can't leave you here."
It seems very reasonable.
Ok.
At this time, Eric is talking to the temperamental woman in front of her, and she feels that although Western women are generally old, there are always some fairy who seem to be completely eroded by time.
"Ms. Severance, if it’s not Linda who said that he had left your poster in the bedroom, I would have thought you were as big as Linda. It’s unbelievable."
"I didn't expect that I would be favored by Miss Ivan Gorysta," said the woman. "But, Eric, you can call me Joan."
Eric nodded and said: "So, your full name is Joanna Severance?"
"No, just Joan, Joan Severance."
In fact, it is Joan Marie Severance, but the woman obviously will not take the initiative to say this cheesy middle name. A pretty woman named Mary sounds more illegal. The maid named Mary was more normal. In fact, a long time ago, Mary was the special name of the maid.
"Good name," Eric naturally did not explore this, smiled and nodded, and said: "So, Joan, are you alone here today?"
"Yes."
Joan Severance nodded and changed the goblet on his right hand to the left hand without a trace. He took a sip on his mouth and looked at Eric without looking away.
Eric’s mouth was smiling, admiring the slender hand without any decoration, saying:
Your hand is very beautiful, I like a beautiful woman.

"Oh, Eric, you are so direct."
"So," Eric put his hand in the waiter's tray passing by and said, "Joe, can you dance?"
Joan Severance nodded and placed his red wine in the waiter's tray. He generously extended his arm and said, "Of course, I don't know how."
Eric gently rubbed the woman's waist and said: "I like to dance with women who don't dance very much."
"why?"

It’s easier to take the initiative.

"Eric, you already have the initiative."
At the end of the song, Eric and Joan Severance walked out of the dance floor, so they saw Giselle, a little drunk.
Probably guessed something, Eric stunned Cindy, who was not far from the crowd, and Cindy had no guilty look and proudly raised his face.
It was not too late. Looking at the lazy appearance of Giselle after being drunk, Eric had to dispel other thoughts and take her away first.
......
Sixth Avenue is adjacent to the penthouse in Central Park.
The soft, white sunlight slid into the bedroom through the curtains, and Eric opened his eyes and found that there was no Giselle next to him.
After washing and washing, I went downstairs and heard the sound from the kitchen. I walked over.
Giselle stood by the kitchen counter, holding a mobile phone in his hand and talking about something opposite. When he saw Eric, the girl screamed and threw the phone directly out, and the one fell in the pool.
Looking at the appearance of Giselle's rushing out of the pool, Eric walked over and smiled: "So guilty, isn't it doing bad things with me?"
"No," Giselle slammed the phone in his hand, wiped it with a towel, and put it in his ear. Naturally, there could be no more sound. Depressedly throwing the phone aside, the girl explained nothing. Road: "It is my sister, she called from Brazil."
Although he did not hear it clearly, Eric was able to tell that English was just used when Giselle spoke.
When I first saw Giselle, the girl suddenly stuck in a face because of an English word. Eric didn't think that Giselle's sister could skillfully talk to her sister in English.
However, Eric just nodded and did not debunk. After all, anyone has some little privacy of their own.
I came back with a little drunken cat last night, and Eric was thoughtfully doing nothing. At this time looking at a small T-shirt and casual pants, revealing a slender waist of Giselle, Eric walked over and reached out to hold the girl's body.
Feeling the man's emotions, Giselle turned around very well and kissed Eric.
When Eric took Giselle's light body on the kitchen counter, the girl's straight long legs were naturally looped around Eric's waist.
However, with Giselle's movements, Eric was conditioned and stunned, some mechanically plucked into the girl's ear, whispered: "Don't do this."
Giselle was a little unclear, but he cleverly loosened his long legs and plucked his cheeks on Eric's face. The slender body slowly slipped down and slid gently on the cool wooden floor. on.
......
After New York Fashion Week, it was followed by three major fashion weeks in Europe.
Alexander and Miranda had already rushed to London before Eric came to New York. With the closing of New York Fashion Week, Giselle did not stop, just playing with Eric in New York for a day, hurriedly boarded The plane that flew to the UK.
After the matter was finished, Eric also rushed to East Hampton as usual.
Originally only intended to stay in East Hampton for two days, the next stop is to fly to San Francisco. However, just arrived in East Hampton, the baby son accidentally fell in the school, but there is nothing big, just a band-aid on the forehead.
Eric hopes to see the boys often fall and beat, how can it be too quiet? Virginia is not distressed. When she hears Eric’s point of view, the woman is completely erupted. She denounces Eric’s irresponsibility as a father. She knows the work all day, and her son is indifferent when she is injured. Still crying out.
Eric couldn't, he had a flaw in the woman and the children, so he pushed down the original itinerary and planned to live in East Hampton for a week or two.
......
Originally, even if it was suppressed, she still had access to work with the operation of WM.
But now, suddenly, I seem to have been forgotten by the whole world.
Every day, she just wandered around the streets of Manhattan. She was originally a very lively temper. When she was a child, she went to the school party and even sneaked out of the house after her mother fell asleep.
I suddenly lost interest in everything.
Like a house girl, staying in her apartment every day, Camilla was dismissed by her, she was unemployed, and she could afford an assistant.
I thought I was likely to be cheated, and that $50,000 would go without a return.
However, the paparazzi named Mark did not really lie to himself. It was very professional and ethical. She called her every day to tell her about the progress of her work.
She then bought a computer and awkwardly received emails from the other party with photos.
In the absence of doing anything, I learned to go online without knowing it.
The network is talking about the rumors of the witch Blair in Maryland, and I heard that several expedition college students have disappeared.
Americans can be idle.
This is her first feeling. Open the electronic map on the Yahoo portal and check it out. I found that Maryland is not far from New York, and even gave birth to the idea of ​​rushing to see it.
I am like this.
Perhaps it is not bad to be killed by a witch in the jungle.
So cranky, I found the use of the Yahoo map, and curiously turned to my hometown.
I didn't expect to see my own house on the satellite map. Although it is not clear, it is obvious that it is my house, brown wooden house, birch fence. When I went back last time, my family still raised. A puppy, just three months old, has a furry look, and now I don't know how.
So suddenly I was homesick.
However, I am always reluctant to go back, what are these years?
The paparazzi work efficiency is really high, only a little more than a week, the other party has come back from the Milan Fashion Week just opened.
It was still the last bar to meet.
This time she was too lazy to wear any sunglasses, and she rushed to the sky.
The two settled, this time the paparazzi did not do boring chills, handed over a thick file bag directly, said: "Miss Kaiser, this is what you need."
Quickly open the file bag with a thick stack of photos inside.
She looked through it for a while. One of the protagonists of the photo was naturally Gisele Bundchen, and the other she also knew, named Alexander Ambrosio, who also appeared from Brazil. In most of the photos, both of them are very close relatives, and there are even photos of two people kissing in the nightclub.
Although she has just got rid of the status of an unknown soldier in the past six months, she has been able to hear some insider gossips in the fashion circle for so long. It seems that both girls have a close relationship with Eric Williams.
In this case, what can be used to photograph these two girls?
Looking through a stack of photos, she didn't speak, just looked up and looked at the opposite side, waiting for the other party's active explanation.
The paparazzi took the initiative to pick up the photos and showed her with enthusiasm: "Miss Kaiser, haven't you found out? The two people in the photo, their relationship is very unusual."
She couldn't help but retorted: "They are all women of Eric Williams. Do you think I don't know this?"