Chapter seven hundred and twentieth eighth their reaction
The dance music is melodious, cheerful and full of rhythm. With one hand, Jing Gao holds the slender waist of the beautiful, sexy, Spanish-style beauty Connie Cruz, and with the other hand, he holds her soft hand and gently dances on the "dance floor"
Light swing.
With the warm fragrance of nephrite in her arms, the eyes of this exotic beauty are admiring and gentle.
It really makes every cell in the body active and cheering.
"Mr. Jing, just follow my rhythm." Connie Cruz pressed her hot and sexy body against Jing Gao without hesitation, and whispered slowly in English.
Jing Gao actually didn't know how to dance, even the simplest dance steps. When he was studying, ballroom dancing in schools was outdated. Literary youths are no longer the mainstream on university campuses, only tall, rich and handsome people.
Connie Cruz has already noticed that she has a very high dance step. She is a model and is very familiar with the simple dance steps at the banquet.
As the dance progressed, the two gradually cooperated in a tacit understanding.
This is already the second dance song.
The dancing men and women had already vacated the space in the middle of the banquet hall, and they all gathered around the two of them, clapping and cheering, and it was very lively.
After the song ended, as the last note fell, Jing Gao took the fair and cool arm of Connie Cruz, who had a blushing face and charming eyes, and came down together, waving to the people around him who asked him to dance another song.
Give them the dance floor.
"Mr. Jing, you danced very well." Connie Cruz's friend, the blonde beauty Helena Bea, said with a smile. She was helping Connie Cruz look at her high heels outside the crowd.
"No, it's mainly because Connie dances very well." Jing Gao was in a good mood due to the compliment, and gently patted Connie Cruz's plump and soft buttocks, a sexy beauty.
It feels really good.
"Mr. Well" Connie Cruz couldn't help but use her beautiful big eyes to coquettishly. This move by Jing Gao was so bold that she felt as if she was electrocuted.
Just when she was dancing, Mr. Jing asked her: "Is this your first time having such close contact with a man?"
She nodded.
In fact, it doesn't count. She has certainly experienced social dances, holding hands and hugging boys at her age. This is Europe. But such a long hug, and she took the initiative to stick to him, this is indeed the first time.
.
She danced two dances with him in his arms, but she didn't know whether it was because she was drunk, or because she knew in her heart that she would eventually be hit by him? She couldn't help but feel distracted, and a different emotion emerged from the bottom of her heart, making her eyes watery.
Igao smiled and raised the corners of his mouth. Connie Cruz was still a rookie, and she was a little emotional after two dances. He had been in the public eye for a long time, and he had important things on his mind. Of course, the engine was not ignited. Otherwise, it would be too much.
Embarrassed! He put his arms around the sexy beauty's slender waist and asked Dong Youwei, who had come closer at some point, to take his mobile phone, "Miss Bea, let's add WeChat!"
With his left hand, he held the sexy beauty who was the most beautiful woman in the room, and then took his mobile phone to find another blond beauty to ask for her WeChat ID. Jing Gao's behavior seemed a bit romantic and romantic.
If this was made into a picture and put on the Internet, people would beat her to death: let go of that girl and let me do it.
Of course, Helena Bea was a little unhappy when she saw Igao frivolously patting her friend's butt. Igao didn't take Connie Cruz seriously. She felt like a plaything, but she didn't dare to refuse him. Bell, the richest man in Europe
Na-Arnault crouched at his feet. Her father's business was probably not enough for him. He smiled and said, "Okay." He took out his cell phone from his handbag and exchanged WeChat messages with Jing Gao.
The reason why she speaks Mandarin so well is of course because she studied "Chinese Studies" at the Ecole Normale Supérieure in Paris. And of course she has WeChat, a national-level social networking software in China. She has many Chinese friends.
Jing Gao was tapping his cell phone when Jun Zi came over quietly and nodded to Jing Gao. Everything was ready.
At this time, it was already more than forty minutes since Dong Lingxi, Ouyang Wan, and Chen Qingshuang left in the embassy car. He had completed the preparations.
"Nice to meet you, Miss Bea! Let's keep in touch." Jing Gao waved his cell phone, released his hand from Connie Cruz's waist, and said to her warmly: "Goodbye, Connie! You are really nice.
Beautiful. Thank you for dancing two dances with me. I feel very happy."
Seeing Jing Gao turn around and leave without any hesitation, Helena Bea didn't react for a moment.
Connie Cruz chased after two steps and shouted: "Mr. Jing, your contact information"
Jing Gao turned around and smiled at her, waved, and left the banquet hall surrounded by Dong Youwei and Jun Zi.
He is not a narcissist. On the contrary, he is very self-aware. With his ordinary appearance, even with his huge prestige, power and capital at this time, Connie Cruz is young and sexy.
A beauty is delivered to your door. Do you think she has fallen in love with you?
This is too magical.
Obviously, as the adopted daughter of little Pino, Connie Cruz is the "beauty resource" of the Pino family. And she is either here under orders, or she wants something from him. Jing Gao still knows this.
Therefore, he will not have any fetters in his heart and walk freely. Eat the sugar coating and hit it back with cannonballs.
Of course, he had to admit that this girl is beautiful! She has a great figure. She is 1.77 meters tall and 36th in height. She is extremely graceful. He had a great time dancing the two dances tonight. It was a very enjoyable and beautiful time.
of encounter.
"Don't look, everyone is gone." Helena Bea gently pulled her good friend's hand, comforting her with a disappointed expression, "He is not suitable for you."
Connie Cruz put on her high heels, ordered a glass of red wine from the passing waiter, drank heavily, and said a little lonely: "Thank you. But, Helena, you don't understand." Her situation was in no way comparable to Helen's.
Na said.
Then, he looked at Helena Bea with a little jealousy. She has a delicate and cool face, blond hair, and big blue eyes. She is a very charming French-style beauty! Everyone can see that Jing Gao is very fond of her.
I have a good impression. "Helena, can you teach me how to use WeChat?"
Arthur Lagardère ran away like a defeated dog. After all the heavyweight guests left, Pinault was basically ready to rest. At this time, he was sitting on the west side of the second floor of the luxury villa, smoking a cigar.
, drinking ice-cold whiskey and reading a book before going to bed.
In fact, Igao hasn't left yet. According to etiquette, he should have waited instead of getting ready to go to sleep. However, the report he heard not long ago was that Igao was dancing with his adopted daughter Connie Cruz.
A girl named Helena Bea was very passionate about it.
Of course he won't wait any longer. We are all men, and we all know this. He was young once, and those were years of burning passion. Looking back, Jing Gao may not have time to say goodbye to him.
"Creak"
The door of the room was gently pushed open, and Pino's black interpreter and confidant David Lewis came in with an IPAD and said respectfully: "Boss, Mr. Jing has left."
Little Pino was a little strange. Need to report this little thing? That was what he meant when he introduced Connie Cruz to Igao.
David Lewis quickly said: "Mr. Jing left alone. He did not take away the two beautiful ladies."
Little Pino couldn't help but frown slightly. Jing Gao's entourage and the women around him all left. As the master, of course he knew it. He thought that Jing Gao was sending everyone else away for the convenience of picking up girls. Now it seems that
not necessarily.
Little Pino pondered for a while, then understood a little, and asked: "David, do you think Arnault and Igao were sincere in signing the contract? Does he have other ideas?"
David Lewis did not answer, but directly asked: "Boss, do you want to call Mr. Jing to remind him?" The answer to the boss's question is difficult to answer. Who can guess what Arnault is thinking?
However, he can be sure that there are definitely not a few people in Paris who want Mr. Jing dead at this time. Zhaoshi Group has come back to life, which has bankrupted many people's expected profits.
Moreover, why did Mr. Jing behave so strangely tonight? Maybe he got wind of it!
However, with the energy and bodyguard power of the Pinault family in Paris, they can completely assist Mr. Jing to avoid this assassination.
Little Pino thought for a while, with a cold light in his eyes, and slowly said a word from his mouth: "No need."
Even though he had just concluded a deal with Jingdao with a profit of about 330 million euros, just like when he sold Arthur Lagardère not long ago, he wanted to sit back and watch the fight. He did not use Jinggao.
Be an "ally".
A dead "Mr. Well" or an injured "Mr. Well" will make it easier for him to grab more benefits. Not just 330 million euros!
Jinggao's opinion about little Pino is not wrong at all. He is a very greedy person.
At the same time, Bernard-Arnault was in a manor on the outskirts of Paris. As the richest man in Europe, he naturally purchased a large amount of land on the outskirts of Paris. He also owned his own manor.
On the second floor of the manor villa, Arnault was sitting alone on the sofa in the small living room, half asleep and half awake, watching the bright night scene outside the window sill, with stars hanging in the inverted night curtain. It was such a good night, perfect for killing!
The butler, Old John, walked in from the outside and put a blanket on his master. It was a bit cold in the middle of the night. He bowed and reported: "Sir, there is news from the Pinault family estate. Jing Gao is riding in his bulletproof Rolls-Royce."
Les left."
A sneer appeared at the corner of Arnault's lips, "I know. You'll tell me the result later." What is the so-called bulletproof version of Rolls-Royce? Do you think you are laying out suspicions and thoughtfully arranging for your subordinates to leave first?
Can you escape?
It's not his people who are taking action tonight. The idea he just came up with yesterday cannot possibly be arranged tonight. But he knows the details.
"Okay, sir." Old John gave a standard salute and turned to leave.
