Chapter 370: Just play more

It was not until evening that Sophia and Gibson walked into Xiaojun's room a little tired and saw him standing there, on the coffee table in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the ashtray was covered with cigarette butts.

"He stood for an afternoon." Shuang'er sat on the sofa, looking at Xiaojun with his eyes. Under the setting sun, this scene that could be called a husband and wife was immersed in this slightly heavy atmosphere. It was not until Shuang'er spoke faintly that Xiaojun turned around and Sofia and the other two woke up.

In the afternoon, except for Zuo Jiu who gave some food to Brigitte Lin and Xiaoyi, they never came out. Maybe it was Brigitte Lin who was shy, or maybe it was Xiaoyi who had not calmed down from the scene she had never experienced in her life.

"What are you thinking? Your face is so heavy?" Sophia wanted to step forward and touch the serious Xiaojun who looked solemn and majestic. She took a step and then took her feet back. This was not an occasion where cooperation and performance was needed. Shuang'er sat next to her, she couldn't.

"Killer, the people behind the scenes come from your country, and the scope is reduced to this level. I believe it should be not difficult for you to investigate, right? I would like to remind you, whose faction is currently the top leader in xg, and the people from this faction can basically be ruled out." Xiaojun spent the afternoon passing the line in his heart over and over again. This time, unlike the past, the people he faced were not extraordinary. Sophia's "relatives" and those "relatives" who hold the power, how can they hide their energy? Although helping Sophia comes from interests, step by step cooperation has brought both sides into a boat.

Sofia's attitude determines the tone of cooperation between the two parties. It is no longer the kind of cooperation that no one would publicly talk about even though everyone knows. Now, a rope has tied both parties to one place, and no knot has been tied. For Xiaojun, this knot is completely helpful for Sofia to come out publicly. The opportunity is this tour; for Sofia, it is agreed to this tour, and there is a stop in China.

And this afternoon, Xiaojun was also calculating gains and losses in his mind. He knew that even without Sofia, xg would have passed formal negotiations in four years to confirm his return. He hoped to advance this resolute negotiation, and at the same time, the return time in the negotiations would be better to be advanced by a few years.

But facing such people who are omnipresent and can sow seeds many years in advance and grow when needed, they must be extremely ambitious and have extremely perverted means. Such people are not only cruel to their enemies, but also cruel to themselves. When they meet such people, they must not judge and measure them with common sense. They will not stick to the old rules, and they will definitely use any means.

Is it really worth it to really stand against them publicly? After all, such things are nothing to do with them. Will it cause trouble for the people around you and others? Although everyone in the country of Y is called gentleman and regards himself as gentlemen, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no abnormal perverts. Such people are the most dangerous.

If you match, how should you get rid of the opponent at once and suppress all the enemy's counterattacks at once? The opponent you are going to face, just like Ding Yali, either do not do it, and do it must make him doomed and there is no chance to fight back again.

Xiaojun's words made Sophia and Gibson fall into deep thought. With such a small range, the two of them cannot lock in a few enemies, so they are not qualified to continue the game.

Xiaojun didn't say anything, waiting for the two of them, hesitating and thinking about how to make all preparations. He raised his eyes and stared at Shang Shuang'er.

In his eyes, he was full of infatuation and trust. The man in front of him was his pillar. Xiaojun read from Shuang'er's eyes that a woman's selfless trust in her lover, and that trust did not contain any impurities.

Turning around and facing the sunset, Xiaojun smiled. There are people like Shuang'er who selflessly trust themselves, lovers, relatives, friends, subordinates, and even the country. So many people stand behind them, and they hesitate about what they want to do. Since they are back and have such an opportunity to not do anything for the motherland, it will be a waste of their Chinese children.

"Husband, I know what you are worried about, I'm not afraid. Xiaoyu, Xiaoying, and Yan'er are not afraid. Let's go!" Shuang'er stood up from the sofa and hugged Xiaojun from behind. It was afternoon. She could see that her lover was hesitating about something, but she was worried that such a powerful enemy might cause harm to those who Xiaojun, especially those who were her girls. But she had not spoken. She had to wait for the most appropriate time to express their wishes for herself and the girls in her family.

Xiaojun smiled confidently. Shuang'er knew that her husband understood, and he would not hesitate because of the ties of several girls.

Sofia and Gibson also whispered a few words, obviously having confirmed the possible people. They raised their heads and were about to say something, but were stopped by Xiaojun.

"Don't tell me anything now. Subjective judgments can easily make me misjudgment. I need a piece of information, a detailed information about people who may threaten you, and it must be fair."

"Okay! By the way, what kind of cocktail party tomorrow? I heard you want to get bigger. It's really inconvenient for me to go there. How about Gibson going with you? And tomorrow morning, the royal stylist, hair stylist, and everything you apply to will arrive!" Sophia heard Xiaojun want to be stronger in the afternoon. She wanted to come forward in person, but later she thought about it. It was really inappropriate for a princess to attend such an occasion. Gibson, who enjoys a romantic Count in Country Y, was just right and had enough status.

With his back to the two, Xiaojun nodded slightly and did not speak anymore. Sophia also saw that Xiaojun was not in high spirits, so she didn't say anything and left with Gibson.

Shuang'er smelled the strong smell of smoke on his lover, and made a cup of tea for him with heartache and handed it to him.

Looking at the slowly rising heat and smelling the scent of tea, Xiaojun took it over, raised his head, and looked out the window at the sky that had been dyed red by the sunset, and smiled.

People are doing it, God is watching it, are they really watching it? Is it true that I am not the soul of this era, and I will also watch what I do? No matter what I do, I can't do it as I wish, but I want to be ashamed of my heart. Do what I should do. The result is not important. The premise is that if people don't do it for themselves, heaven will be punished by the earth, and preserving themselves is the biggest prerequisite.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, Brigitte Lin, Cheng Guang and others who had not yet had a good time, were forced to eat a little late-night snack in the hotel due to Sofia's special identity. Brigitte Lin was obviously unable to face Xiaojun, although she was only seen with a little bit of personal belongings, which made her very embarrassed. It was not until Xiaojun talked about the serious business that she got much better.

When Brigitte Lin was surprised to learn that the stylist who was stylisted for her tomorrow was the royal family of the y country, but when she looked at Sofia, she felt relieved.

"Qingxia, tomorrow, you are the protagonist, which is to promote the new brand of Haoyu Clothing. Similarly, we must let the world know the beauty of oriental women."

As soon as Xiaojun's words came out, Brigitte Lin felt that her courage seemed to be heavy all of a sudden. Can she represent oriental women?

"I~~ Can I do it?" When I thought of wearing a slightly exposed outfit, in public, although she was a public figure, she had a trace of conservatism in her bones. She had never performed or dressed more than her heart's standards in so many years. This time, it can be said that it was entirely for Xiaojun that she agreed to this request that she had never tried before.

"You have to have confidence in yourself!" Xiaojun herself is of course confident in Brigitte Lin. Although she is younger now and has not had enough style, she has a better look. In addition, the cheongsam, the most highlighted temperament and style, also has the highest requirements for these two clothing, which can best tap into the potential in her body, and will also expand this potential.

Of course, if Brigitte Lin still interprets cheongsam ten years later, it is definitely the most perfect. Now, it requires some external cooperation, such as partnering, atmosphere, etc.

Sofia also sat upright on the chair and observed Brigitte Lin carefully. She had no intersection with her, and everything was because of Xiaojun.

"Miss Lin's skin has a good background and good skin texture. Needless to say, her figure is, although she looks a little thinner and smaller according to Western standards, but the gracefulness and weakness of the Easterners, your figure is the most suitable one." Sophia said lightly.

Xiaojun was a little surprised. Unexpectedly, Sophia, the princess who was obsessed with power, had such research on such things.

"What do you think? In my childhood, every day, I have been learning the knowledge I can't use in the future. And many things are all about it. What's so amazing about beautifying the outside and the small things. But I have a question, Miss Lin is an artist and a public figure. Why don't she show off her good figure? It seems that you oriental people are now a fashion for wearing some clothes that are not too overstated!" Sophia gave Xiaojun a look of a big deal, then looked up and down at Brigitte Lin and asked in confusion.

Brigitte Lin didn't know how to answer, she was stunned for a moment, and her face looked a little shy.

Xiaojun knew that Western women and Eastern women had completely different habits when talking about some female topics. Brigitte Lin must have thought that such topics should be in an environment where women are all women. As a best friend, Sophia, on the contrary, she believed that women were just to let men savor their reputations. Without men and women, there would be no need to beautify themselves because no one appreciated them anymore.

Then he took on this somewhat awkward topic and simplified it: "Conventions, tutors, personal preferences and growth environments. Similarly, you Western women prefer to think that some stronger men are beautiful, while Eastern women more believe that the inner men with gentleness are beautiful. Of course, this is just universal and does not represent everything."

Sofia looked at Xiaojun with deep meaning and asked back, "What about you? Do you praise yourself for gathering all the women in the East and West to think of beauty?" After saying that, her eyes kept staring at Xiaojun's chest under her shirt. In that racing car, she deeply felt that this seemingly weak man's body was not as thin as his appearance. His explosive body was far stronger than some muscle men who looked good.

Shuang'er's little foot under the dining table stomped Xiaojun hard. This pervert was really merciless. Although she respected and accepted Xiaojun's choice, she still couldn't help but get a little temper. This little temper was also given to the three girls far away in Tianjing! If you don't mention it, you'd go around outside and maybe you'd have a few more flowers. As the supervisor who was entrusted by Xiaoyu's three girls with an important task, you can't face them even if you go back.

Xiaojun endured the pain under his feet, and his face did not show. He reached out and touched his nose, and yawned: "Okay, we have just arrived here and have been doing a plane that has been around for almost a day and a night. There is still some business tomorrow, so let's take a break early!"

There were only a few people who were so powerful, how could they not see Shuang'er's little movements and expressions? After the main talks were over, everyone was really tired, so Xiaojun also spoke and they all broke up.

In the bedroom, just as the door was closed, Xiaojun's big hand had already slapped Shuang'er's butt hard. With a "pop", the most sensitive part of Shuang'er's body instantly reacted. Her face turned around and glared at Xiaojun charmingly. Seeing the desire in his eyes, Shuang'er was so scared that she wanted to escape. Did she know what would happen to a woman when she faced him with such strong desire?

Xiaojun grabbed Shuang'er and pulled her back into his arms, saying 'viciously': "Don't think I don't know about you guys' small moves recently. It's a alliance. Haha, there will always be a separation. How can you do it if your husband is not strong!"

Without waiting for Shuang'er to react, Xiaojun stood by the window holding her, the half-floor-to-ceiling window in the bedroom. It was not until late at night that the battle between heaven and man was completed when Shuang'er's softness and elastic body could not hold on.

The frost that I liked the most clean and tidy on weekdays was not strong enough to get up to clean it, and replaced the bed sheet that had been penetrated by sweat. I lay in Xiaojun's arms, motionless, but was panting until now. A pair of small hands were placed on Xiaojun's chest, slowly stroking his chest back and forth like fear and like love.

Xiaojun turned on the bedside lamp and lit a cigarette.

The sudden light made Shuang'er's mind, which was already confused, sobered up a little. She looked up and glanced at Xiaojun, looked at him with a smug smile, pouted her little mouth, and took another bite with dissatisfaction.

"Those who belong to the city wall cannot even penetrate the needle. Humph! You know how to bully people!" The bite was also in vain, leaving two lines of faint tooth marks. In less than a minute, the traces disappeared. He was still in vain. Shuang'er muttered dissatisfiedly.

Xiaojun sprayed out the smoke he inhaled and said something in Shuang'er's ear in a low voice. Shuang'er's little hand moved down, and her little face suddenly changed color, and she shook her head repeatedly: "Husband, no more, no more!"

Xiaojun laughed, hugged Shuang'er, lowered his head and kissed her.

Shuang'er obediently squeezed out the cigarette in Xiaojun's hand, then raised his hand to turn off the bedside lamp, half of his body pressed against Xiaojun's body, closed his eyes, and slowly calmed down his chest for him, while muttering to himself: "Good husband, calm, calm, your Shuang'er is not good, please spare her, can you hold her to sleep?"

Xiaojun's hands tightened. Today he had passed. This is Shuang'er, who practiced martial arts on weekdays. If it were any of Xiaoyu and the other three, he would never be able to withstand his rudeness. Even Shuang'er, the look of fear on her face just now, still made Xiaojun regret it.

She hugged the girl in her arms tightly and gently kissed her forehead, nose, temples, and corners of her mouth, allowing her to feel her tenderness.

At the beginning, Shuang'er had some reactions, and gradually, her body softened and she entered sleep.

The next morning, Xiaojun got up from bed early, as if the vigorous activity last night had no effect on him. He went to the bathroom to take a shower, stood in front of the window with a bath towel, stretched his waist, and the inverted triangle body was fully exposed, and the tendon flesh and scars made Frost, who had just opened his eyes, addicted to it.

"Awaken?" Xiaojun turned around and saw Shuang'er's slightly open eyes, sat at the head of the bed, touched her cheek gently, and asked affectionately.

"Yeah! Ah!" Shuang'er responded, wanted to get up, frowned, and lay back. The feeling was like the pain after the first time she broke the melon, and she looked at Xiaojun with a blame.

"You'll take a break in the morning. I'll get you some breakfast." Xiaojun kissed Shuang'er's forehead with pity, covered her with a quilt, stood up, found a set of casual clothes from the box she brought, changed it, and walked towards the door.

"Husband!" Shuang'er's weak voice sounded. Xiaojun turned around, Shuang'er covered her head with a quilt, and said: "In the future, people will not listen to Yan'er and the others!"

Xiaojun smiled, and there was self-blame and self-satisfaction in this smile.

Sophia and Brigitte Lin were already busy at this time. The stylist and hairstylist from the royal family of the country Y had already arrived here on the earliest flight. Gibson, the romantic count who was going to attend the afternoon cocktail party, was also dressed up under the stylist's fiddling with him.

"I don't even look at the time, and the nonsense is not important. Come here, it will take a long time to make a styling, and you'll only come out now!" Sophia came here to watch. In fact, a large part of the reason was because she wanted to see what Xiaojun would look like after being polished by the stylist. But after a long time, she saw Xiaojun walking out of the bedroom lazily, with a faint sour smell in her tone.

"I, a big man, need these. Just make a simple hairstyle and change your clothes!" Xiaojun waved his hand. When he was xg, he was more resistant to this thing. Some stylists made men look like nibby faces, which made him very disgusted, and even lost confidence in all stylists of this era.

Sofia walked to Xiaojun, pulled him to the hotel and moved several mirrors specifically to the presidential suite, pointed to some people standing next to him and said, "Do it for him, it's more masculine, the clothes are the same, and his figure is fine!" After saying that, he also zipped Xiaojun's sportswear a little, and the angular muscles on his body were lit up without any auxiliary supplies, which made the stylist's eyes lit up. At the same time, the scar at the tip of the iceberg made Sofia stunned. This is how men should look.

"Tom, go and prepare breakfast for Zuo Shao and Miss Shuang'er." Sofia didn't allow Xiao Jun to say anything, and decided everything.

A man who looked older and also these stylists and hairstylists, the only man sitting on the sofa drinking tea saw Xiaojun, suddenly stood up and waved his hand to another young stylist who was about to step forward: "I'll come in person!"

Sophia saw that the most authoritative and most skilled stylist in the royal family, almost only her mother could have sent him to the stylist. This time, she was invited to help the staff. In fact, his main purpose was to come here to his daughter. Unexpectedly, when he first met Xiaojun, he actually wanted to take action.

"Left, listen to him, he is the best!" Sophia knew his temper and immediately appeased Xiaojun first and asked him to cooperate with the stylist.

The stylist walked to Xiaojun and signaled him to stand up and take off his top. A good stylist would stylist look at the person's overall temperament and figure, rather than just making things on his face.

Xiaojun stood up obediently and took off his top. This stylist seemed to be really good at it. This way of styling was only a high-end style in the 21st century. Unexpectedly, someone started using it now. It seems that this person's level is really high.

"Ah!" Everyone, especially Sophia and Brigitte Lin, who had just tried cheongsams for stylists in another room to prepare makeup, were shocked by the scars covered with Xiaojun's body.

"Perfect!" The light in the old stylist's eyes became more and more prosperous, standing in front of Xiaojun, comparing his body forward and backward.

This is the man! Sophia was deeply attracted by this scarred body.

What did he experience? Xiaojun's body completely subverted Lin Qingxia's understanding of the rich children. She has weak body, blank skin color, and floating footsteps. This is the symbol of ordinary rich children. But Xiaojun, how many times does it take to go through to wander around the line of life and death to have this body's "witness"!

"Use force!" The stylist pinched Xiaojun's muscles. The hard feeling seemed to be different.

Xiaojun exerted a little force with his hands, and the muscles on his body seemed to be alive. The slightly jumping blue veins, the explosive muscle groups, and the hideous scars, combined with the body with a perfect proportion of 185 cm.

The stylist laughed. A good stylist must be a good connoisseur. He has a strong appreciation for hairstyles, clothing, makeup, and accessories. The oriental man in front of him is the best man he meets in his life who fully demonstrates all his abilities.

"Woman, is it a match with him?" the stylist asked.

"It's me who matches her. This time, she is the protagonist!" Xiaojun spoke up to correct the stylist's mistake.

"Nononono! Although I don't know much about cheongsams, I didn't have much confidence. Now with you, I have a complete matching plan. Come here and redevelop the styling plan!" The stylist first waved his hands at Xiaojun repeatedly, and then shouted to the team that designed the styling for Brigitte Lin.

While the stylists walked aside and had a "meeting" and Xiaojun put on his clothes, Sophia and Brigitte Lin gradually retracted their eyes. Men are not only able to attract women with appearance, but a good body is fatal to women.

The wild beast, a true king of beasts in the jungle, is the evaluation of Xiaojun's body by all the women present, including several female stylists.

"It seems that today I am a count, destined to be a supporting role! You must compensate me for my mental loss. Today I am destined to be captured by you!" Gibson screamed strangely and shouted at Xiaojun dissatisfiedly.

Xiaojun smiled. This Gibson really didn't realize that there was such a funny side.

"From the future, I must accompany me to attend a banquet and be my male companion! And the reward is the request you made yesterday, the exhibit!" Sophia looked at Brigitte Lin next to her with envy and jealous eyes, and then spoke to Xiaojun.

Xiaojun was stunned for a moment, and then felt relieved. Since Sophia had figured out the relationship between the two families and the ones prospered and the others lost, it was inevitable to travel to China. Who knew that she would make such a strange request after the time being.

The Cannes Film Festival is always known as the 3S Film Festival, the sea, the beauty, and the sunshine. During the prosperous times every year, many beauties gather on the famous beachfront avenue and nearby beaches, looking forward to the discovery of the big names in the film and television industry and the star scouts to realize their star dreams.
To be continued...