Chapter 837
The playboy didn't take these people seriously at all, and was going to take his sex partner back to have sex for a while.
Watson was not the kind of sentimental person, and when he saw the playboy, he had an uncomfortable feeling.
"I don't like this guy."
"No one will like him."
Orlov also agreed, "But he is a genius. After his father died, he made the company's value higher and created many new products. I tied him up to develop it for us for three months." The products are enough for us to be included in Forbes.”
Ethan also felt helpless at the playboy's arrogance and apologized to Dr. Wu: "I'm sorry."
"It's okay." Doctor Wu shook his head.
Watson got along well with these two.
After exchanging contact information, Watson prepared to find his wife.
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In the bathroom.
Mrs. Wick was about to leave, and she was going to go back to her room first.
Standing at the door of the elevator, I saw a fat man walking over and blocking the way for a man.
Then the ladies of the party came in with champagne and red wine.
They show off their beauty all to attract that billionaire playboy brother.
Mrs. Wick stood out in the crowd.
That noble and dignified temperament is not something ordinary women can possess.
The dandy who came in with his female companion caught sight of Mrs. Wick.
"Borrow it for a moment, beauty."
Playboy squeezed in front of Mrs. Wick in the crowd of women, holding a white hat in his hand, and said frivolously: "You have attracted my attention. I remember that the cover girl of this issue is not you?"
"What?" Mrs. Wick frowned.
When the playboy saw her like this, he thought she was playing hard to get.
After all, the supermodels really like these routines.
Moving closer to Mrs. Wick, he said matter-of-factly, "I mean, maybe I can make your wish come true, you know, being a big draw in my bed."
Mrs. Wick's eyes flashed with murderous intent.
If the enemy wolf provokes the playboy, it is already a recipe for death.
Just when she was about to take action, a man with handicapped legs came over and said excitedly: "Hi, Tony."
He introduced himself excitedly, "Aldridge Killian, but I'm a big fan of yours."
This man with handicapped legs hopes to discuss cooperation with Playboy, but unfortunately Playboy is still a person with a bad taste.
Mrs. Wick listened the whole time, with contempt in her eyes.
After the elevator reached the destination floor, the door opened, and the beauties walked out to have a party with the benefactor.
Playboy didn't forget to play a trick on Killian.
At the same time, he stood at the door of the elevator and teased Mrs. Wick: "Why don't you think about it? I think you will become an instant success."
Well, literally.
The expression on his fat bodyguard's face is intriguing. Obviously this is not the first time the playboy has said this.
"You are looking for my wife, what do you want?"
There was a voice swearing sovereignty from behind, and the playboy looked back.
Watson looked at him expressionlessly.
Orlov turned his head directly, obviously realizing that something big might happen next.
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Chapter 845 The last snow in 1999
Today is the last day of 1999.
It is also a day that Playboy will remember for a lifetime.
He did something he regretted today and provoked a person who valued his family.
This made him always ask those models who wanted to crawl into bed if they had a husband they couldn't mess with.
"Is she your wife?" The playboy realized that he had been teasing a married woman.
"Who are you?"
He saw Orlov next to Watson and felt a little familiar.
"Yuri Orlov," Orlov pulled Watson's sleeve, but Watson shook it off, and could only say, "I'm sorry, Mr. Billionaire, if you are unwilling to apologize to my friend, I I think there will be serious consequences.”
This sentence is clearly an admonition.
But for a playboy, this is the most unheard sentence.
Arrogance needs to be taught a lesson before it can be restrained.
He said to Watson without sincerity: "I'm sorry, my friend, but your wife is so beautiful and attractive."
With a provocative smile on his lips, he patted Watson on the shoulder and left.
Orlov looked like everything was lost and he watched the playboy leave.
The last person who molested Mrs. Wick like this had his throat cut out by Watson's teeth.
As a partner, Orlov is well aware of Watson's reverse scale.
He sighed and asked: "Okay, I know what you are thinking. That guy is very powerful. Is he really going to do this?"
Watson nodded.
Orlov had no choice but to accept his fate and said: "How much does the company's newly developed weapons according to your requirements cost?"
Watson stared at the playboy who walked into the room after waving provocatively to him.
He walked into the elevator expressionlessly and said calmly: "Everything."
They don't go back to their room, they leave here.
Orlov leaned in the car and said nothing, just nodded silently.
He had no intention of stopping Watson from attacking a famous playboy in America.
Billionaire?
playboy?
No matter how rich you are, you are still just a businessman.
No one knows how much energy is behind the underground president.
Mrs. Wick looked at her husband with stars in her eyes.
This is why Jovonovich is attracted to the gringo.
There were only four people in the elevator.
In addition to the Wicks and Olof, there was also Killian who was huddled in a corner and shivering.
He swallowed hard, as if he heard something he shouldn't have heard.
You won't be silenced, right?
Watson also noticed the person in the elevator, and Killian forced a smile, trying to pretend that nothing happened.
Olof saw a business card on the ground and bent down to pick it up.
"Institute of Advanced Concept Mechanics?"
Olof glanced at Killian and asked: "Yours?"
"Yes, it is."
Killian swallowed, not knowing whether to take it or not.
If it was known that he was going to meet Playboy on the rooftop, he wouldn't be killed as well, right?
Watson took it and looked at it and said, "It seems to be a good project."
"None of us have heard of this thing." Olof said dissatisfied.
Like most women who are angry or in a bad mood, Watson made an impulse purchase.
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There is no snow in Switzerland today, but in the magical country somewhere, snowflakes are still falling.
"The last snow of the year."
John hid his hands in his sleeves and stood in the magic tower where the snow could drift in, looking outside.
Basil straightened the feathers on his wings and looked at Riddle, wondering if he should straighten it.
Riddle squinted his eyes and curled up his neck, as if he were a decoration on the owl stand.
Hector and Helmer fought each other over a log until it was torn in half in the middle.
The little guy rolled out in both directions, and Hector bumped into Tom's butt.
Tom turned around in confusion and saw Hector rubbing his head.
A harmonious day.
A meteor streaked across the sky, prompting the protoss to run out and watch.
They pointed at the sky and made noisy sounds, probably trying to figure out whether it was a star spirit flying past.
John smiled when he saw this, "Maybe it's really a star spirit."
There is no shortage of mysterious existence in this world.
The gods of death and the exiled people in the world of death have lived for thousands of years and are older than any wizard.
The mysterious Merlin has several clones that are still unclear to this day. Even behind the door of the Department of Mysteries, Merlin exists.
Magic and technology collide, and a new era is coming to everyone.
If you cannot integrate into it, you will be destroyed by it.
"This world is really wonderful."
John sighed, stretched out his right hand and looked at the five slender fingers.
That Christmas, he wasn't sure if he'd ever had a crush on him.
There was a moment of throbbing, and then there was the calmness that separated life.
It is cool to be desperate, but after the end of life, the endless regret will imprison a person for his whole life.
"It turns out that I am also timid."
He laughed to himself and looked up at the sky.
Beyond that chair, there is the tower, and beyond the tower, there is the invisible membrane.
Linked together, they are shields to protect the people and shackles to bind themselves.
Sometimes, willfulness is a luxury.
Tyro's wish list, the most beautiful and pure wish of childhood, John couldn't bear to destroy it.
These expectations and hopes that are bound to the body, the wizards sing over and over again, are lengthening the time of imprisonment.
They prayed over and over again to make the chains stronger.
John tightened his fingers, and a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes.
There is a flash of red outside, painted on the city like a paintbrush.
