Master of Thermodynamics

In the eyes of many women, especially ambitious women, Renault is like a group of extremely brilliant flames, making them like "moths" like a "moth" to rush forward in madness.

The motto "Men conquer the world, women conquer men" applies equally to other worlds.

Not to mention that there is already an example.

The most typical example is Miss Bogidas, the brightest pearl of Indiana Lake in the past.

Now this young lady is in charge of the Muse Chamber of Commerce, which is the second largest chamber of commerce in the Thousand Lakes Republic, second only to the Haichao Chamber of Commerce. Countless people rely on her breath and look at her face to act.

A mere woman stepped on most of the nobles. Even her father, the Viscount Bordeaux, had to treat her with care. There was no need for other noble women to rely on her husband to live, just like gold in a cage. There is no freedom at all.

Holding glory and freedom in your hands, what kind of scenery is this?

All this stems from the fact that she was dressed gracefully and boldly set foot on the battleship named "Black Iron Angel".

So, why not follow the example of Miss Bogidas and go for it?

Become a master.

If you lose, Lord Speaker will not do anything to you.

No matter how cruel a man is, he wouldn't be able to criticize a beautiful lady who was brought to the door, would he?

Therefore, this is really a profitable business!

Bernadette is not the first girl to "moth thunder", and it will never be the last.

Since learning that "Hai Tide Current Affairs" has an urgent task of following up and interviewing the Speaker, she worked hard to get this great opportunity in the fierce competition with a group of Xiao Biaozi.

Before boarding the military magic all-terrain vehicle arranged by the Northern Military Region, she did the most elaborate dressing, and she did not hesitate to wear a piece of the thinnest thickness in the cold wind of more than minus 10 degrees, which can best highlight the graceful posture of women. Woolen coat.

However, the reporter lady was disappointed to find that the Lord Speaker only glanced at her face lightly when he noticed his behavior, and then his gaze seemed to be on the chest area for a short while, and then he closed it back.

Is this... disgusting that my chest is too small?

Bernadette was a little dazed.

Damn it, there is a layer of sponge in the bra, how can it be small?

Hey, if I knew it, I would put two layers...

However, when I thought that the speaker must have seen too many stunning beauties, Benedet felt annoyed, but in fact, there was a faint feeling of "I did not succeed as expected."

"Crack...Crack..."

The sound of boots stepping on the snow continued to sound, like the beating sound of a clock hand that is about to come to an end, constantly reminding Bernadette: the time for action is fast passing away, once you miss this one, you will probably never encounter it again in your life. The right opportunity.

Fight!

Bernadette suddenly made up his mind.

She glanced at the snowfield in front of her for a moment, and deliberately stepped on her right foot crooked.

"Ah~"

She let out a "panic" whisper, and she fell straight to the right.

The moment his shoulder touched the chairperson's arm, Bernadette clearly felt that the chairperson's body leaned towards him.

There is a play!

The corners of her mouth couldn't help showing a very slight sly.

However, what surprised her deeply was that an indescribable fleshy part behind her was suddenly covered by a big hand, and it was pressed so tightly that it made her feel ashamed.

Bernadette suddenly hesitated.

Is he dodge? Or let the Speaker of the House take over?

Although the best way to deal with a man is to make him feel that he can get it right away, but it doesn't give him a real chance to get it. In this way, the appetite of the other party is always dangling. (Dog training)

But the problem is that Lord Speaker is not an ordinary person, and he has too many women in contact with him. This approach may not work against Lord Speaker, but may make him feel that his dignity has been offended.

If the Lord Speaker is allowed to groping arbitrarily, will it make him feel that he is too lowly?

Just when Bernadette was hesitant, she suddenly realized that the other party curled a finger and withstood the fleshy part.

The next moment, she felt as if she had been pricked by a needle behind her.

"Ah~"

The reporter screamed in pain.

She hurriedly jumped a step, stretched out her left hand to cover the succulent parts, showing quite agile hands.

"Miss Bernadette, this scream of'Ah' is more like a broken foot." Renault chuckled and said in a very low voice, "You don't have to worry about injury, this is just a certain application technique of mental power... it It’s called Nianli’s Needle, it’s not a real needle..."

Bernadette's pretty face "swish", his face flushed with shame.

Only then did she realize that the pain had completely disappeared, as if it was just an illusion.

Albus, who was walking in front of the two, had a sudden stature, and subconsciously turned his head to take a look.

But he quickly thought of something, forcibly stopped the movement of turning his head, and if he continued walking forward without incident, he quietly accelerated his pace, trying to increase the distance between the two sides.

"Crack...Crack..."

Ahem, this is obviously the Lord Lord and Benedet's picking up the clear, it's better to pretend not to see...

...

In the following itinerary, Bernadette was a lot more honest.

Although her gaze was still eager to move, she was a little afraid of Renault's methods and did not make any faint moves.

For Renault, this is just another stupid woman who "cannot even walk the road".

Yes, Bernadette is not the first fool to deliberately slap her feet.

In the past two years, he has seen many beautiful women who voluntarily fell to him.

In various poses!

Some fell on the ground, some fell in the mud, and some pretended to be slippery, only unexpected, they couldn't do it without them.

A large number of aristocratic women who did this were encouraged by their parents. Many aristocrats and even the whole family cooperated to create opportunities for their beautiful daughters to "fall down."

Just one or two, the lord is happy to wipe the oil.

But the problem is, you guys are so special one by one, endless, so annoying?

MMP, somehow change the trick!

...

"Squeak!"

The wooden door more than 3 meters high was pushed open by Albus, and the cold wind immediately poured in.

This immediately aroused a burst of dissatisfaction protest.

"Hey, the man at the door, quickly shut the door..."

"Yes, close the door quickly, the wind is so cold..."

However, when the guard at the door saw Albus's face, his complexion changed drastically, and he turned his head and yelled at a group of refugees:

"Shut up all! This is the mayor of Tututat, Your Excellency Albus!"

The refugees were startled at once, and bowed to Albus in a panic, standing in trepidation, not daring to breathe.

For them, Albus is a person who can dominate their own life and death, and they dare not fear it.

Albus didn't respond to them, but eagerly resisted the door to make it easier for the lord to enter.

Renault stepped over the threshold and closed the door.

His movements surprised Albus, and he kept saying:

"Ge... Your Excellency, your status is so noble, I should close the door for you..."

Renault glanced at Albus, and interrupted him impatiently:

"Well, it's nothing...I just want to come over to see the situation, don't disturb other people, we will leave after watching..."

Seeing Albus nodded and bowed at a young man as the dignified mayor, the guards and refugees looked at each other in amazement, and a pair of eyes secretly aimed at Renault.

However, Renault deliberately pressed the brim of the hat very low, and the magic stone lamp in the house was not too bright, no one knew who he was.

After understanding the Lord's thoughts, Albus hurriedly blasted the others away.

Bernadette, who was standing on the side, quickly entered the working state.

First, she quickly wrote down a few lines of general writing in a shorthand notebook, and the pencil in her hand began to wave quickly again, drawing lines.

Between the strokes of the pen, a vivid portrait appeared on the paper.

This is the head of a young man.

He was wearing a black long-brimmed top hat, under the light, the shadow cast by the brim of the hat covered half of his face, only showing the tall bridge of the nose and a slightly wider chin.

Despite being covered by shadows, a pair of eyes seemed extremely divine. The divine light in the eyes seemed to penetrate the void, and it seemed to be mixed with infinite wisdom and a touch of compassion.

As if the saint stares at the world.

It looks like a **** overlooking all beings.

Anyone who sees the avatar will be deeply attracted by the pair of eyes unconsciously, there is nothing else in their eyes.

After putting down the pencil, Benedet sighed with great satisfaction.

She stared at the head portrait for a few moments, and felt deeply in her heart that this is definitely the best sketch that she has drawn since she learned to paint.

Especially a pair of eyes.

She stretched out her index finger and stroked her eyes very carefully, as if she was touching a peerless treasure, or her most beloved lover.

I like this pair of eyes...well, I like it very much...

Bernadette whispered in her heart.

She raised her eyes and peeped at a profile not far away.

Under the pale light, it looked a little cold, but it seemed to have an indescribable tenderness.

Thinking of this, Benedet suddenly felt that a fleshy part behind him was itchy.