The Goddess Shines on America

　　 Tonight is Friday. Seven Vinton Street ushered in a lively day. As a tycoon of a Wall Street venture capital firm, Mr. Lawrence, a French immigrant, held a party at his home and invited many customers to gather.

　　 "Sergey? Sergey!"

　　 Paulin whispered: "There's another car coming, don't you just stare?"

　　 Sergey opened his eyes in a daze, and followed the windshield to look at the mansion in the distance: "A Porsche, good fellow, if only I could have one."

Paulin was sitting in the co-pilot. Because of his wide body and fat, Rao was a woman, and her lower lip also had a beard-like hair: "Stare carefully, Sergey, although he is here now They are all famous people, but who knows what the identity of the suspect will be? He may have been wandering near Vinton Street recently. This is a good opportunity to find prey!"

　　 Sergey took out the half-eaten Big Mac from the hand box: "I always say you are nervous, my dear, the police station hasn't confirmed whether there is a serial murderer, what are you worried about?"

　　 As he said, he bit his burger hard, watched a red Porsche preparing to park on the side of the road, and said loudly: "It's so extravagant!"

　　 is indeed very luxurious.

　　 Since five o'clock in the afternoon, cars of amazing grades have been parked near the road. Small sports cars are not surprising. Bentley and Rolls-Royce can also be seen. The surrounding neighborhoods have long been tempted to probe their heads.

　　 After all, the Lawrence home is gorgeous just because it is a house. In this pure middle-class community, it can be regarded as a mansion.

　　 At the same time, it is also attributable to the size of this house, which is astonishing enough to be worthy of the six neighbourhood buildings. This can also provide additional private parking spaces to avoid a large number of illegal parking disputes.

　　 At seven o'clock in the night, Speck finally arrived.

　　 He got off his Lincoln sedan, dressed in a neat black suit, and wandered through the exquisitely decorated garden of Lawrence's house. He came a little later, but the Patriarch who was supposed to welcome the guests was not at the door, and he didn't know who he was talking with.

　　 "Lawrence's social circle is still as extensive as before. I actually saw the CEO of Paramount?"

　　 At this time, the garden is full of men and women talking and laughing. Speck looks around and immediately finds three Hollywood actors from about ten guests. Although they are only small and famous, the box office of the works is not low.

　　 "Oh, this is not Mr. Speck, you have also been invited by Lawrence?"

　　 Just when Speck was about to step into the house, a middle-aged man appeared from a corner of the garden and walked towards him quickly: "Bantam Book Company is booming recently. It really makes me envious!"

　　 "Peter! Even if I live in New York, I have the habit of subscribing to your Los Angeles Times! Very busy these days? The Olympics are coming, I see you, the editor in chief, have lost a lot of weight!"

　　 "Haha, this joke is interesting, very interesting! Speck, to tell you the truth, don't look at me now living in Los Angeles, I also read the New York Times every day, and the Washington Post also read it every day!"

　　 "You two, won't you come and try the cocktail specially prepared by Mrs. Lawrence?"

　　 That was an executive from Paramount, and Speck was a little embarrassed for a while because he had forgotten the other person's name. After receiving the cocktail, he quickly walked into the house, after all, it would be rude not to remember the life.

　　 "Hey, sir, would you like to try some cookies? My mother baked them by hand."

　　 At this time, a girl in a dark green dress walked towards Speck.

　　 The black hair was combed into a straight Ji hair style. Although he was only twelve years old, when he raised his head, there was a strong glamorous amorous feeling.

　　 "Oh, I know you, Cici? Is your father okay lately? Bonjour?"

　　 As soon as Speck finished speaking, he was surprised to see that the daughter of the Lawrence family showed a jealous and helpless expression.

　　 "...Uh, did I do something wrong?"

　　 In desperation, he quickly picked up a cookie and put it in his mouth: "Oh my goodness, it's really delicious!"

　　 However, the girl Cici still stared at him with resentment, which made Speck even more at a loss.

　　 I ate the cookies your mother baked, and I praised it as delicious. They are indeed delicious. Why are you still upset?

　　 "Sir, Bonjour means good morning in French."

Next to 　　, another girl snickered.

　　 "...Huh?"

　　Speck looked to his side in amazement, subconsciously stunned.

　　 This is a beautiful girl.

　　 It stands to reason that that face is not an oriental beauty under the traditional European and American aesthetics. There is no red eyes, no towering cheekbones, and no sallow complexion. But for some reason, Speck felt that the girl's white jade complexion, delicate and shiny skin, and her sapphire eyes gave him the illusion of encountering the muse in an instant.

　　 "Ahem, sir?"

　　 Alice recognized the other's expression in the blink of an eye.

　　 I think about my previous life, when I stood under the stage and watched the school flowers singing on stage, it was basically the same expression.

　　 But the problem is...

　　 Alice looked at her body. This white dress was indeed very beautiful. Through the decent design, she would neither appear naive nor overly precocious. From the perspective of a normal wolf man, that is the so-called appearance of an angelic girl with the pure temperament of lily petals.

　　 So, it’s not surprising that this 40-year-old man in a suit and leather shoes also showed this expression.

　　 But the problem is...

　　 Granny, I’m only twelve years old, OK! ?

　　 What do you mean by showing a pig brother to a primary school student! ?

　　 LOLI control! ?

　　 Miss Ben managed to endure the "extraordinary feeling" of empty lower body, it is rare to put on a dress once, and meet the strange uncle! ?

　　 Yes, it feels strange.

　　 This is indeed the first time... Eight or nine years later, Alice put on a skirt for the first time as a big girl. As a human being, since she has been determined to be a girl and cannot be changed back, it is impossible for her to say that she has never been interested in wearing skirts.

　　 It’s just that this feeling is too awkward. When Alice finally put it on under Cici’s encouragement, she immediately felt it.

　　 When a warm and gentle breeze passed through the "Tang", the obsessed little Fengshen always stretched out a naughty hand and touched her milky white "Fat Times".

　　 It's freezing cold~!

　　 "Ahem, sir, are you who?"

　　After Alice repeated it three times, Speck realized his gaffe: "Oh, sorry, my name is John Speck, the chairman of Bantam Books."

　　 didn't mean to hand out the business card to Alice, Speck smiled and said, "It surprised me, where is this pretty girl from? Miss Lawrence, is she your classmate?"

Cici carried a cookie tray and said nonchalantly: "She is my neighbor and good friend. If Mr. Speck has enough cookies, please go to the third table at the door and write down your feelings about it. , My mother would already be happy to see the suggestions of guests."

　　 "Oh, of course it's okay."

　　Speck laughed and said, "Although I am not a writer, I am also the owner of a publishing house. It's really easy to write reviews for your mother's delicious cookies..."

　　 "Oh, isn't this John!?"

At this moment, a tall, handsome blond man walked over, accompanied by another middle-aged man: "Don’t say hello to me when you come! But now it seems that you already know me Daughter Cici?"

　　 "Mr. Lawrence, Mr. Speck seems to like cookies, and he is going to write a very wonderful review for your wife."

Seeing Cici's father coming, Alice's blue eyes suddenly burst out maliciously: "Should we quickly find an empty room and let Mr. Speck write a few thousand words of evaluation? What did he say? As the owner of a publishing house of the level of Bantam, writing this kind of thing is nothing at all!"

Cici and Alice glanced at each other, and the emerald eyes were full of cunning: "Yes, dad, Mr. Speck said just now. He is very good at French. After eating cookies made by his mother, , Let’s say you have to write a review in swashes and French~ Hey, Mr. Speck, you shouldn’t let us down, right?"

　　 "Yes, yeah, look, everyone, Mr. Speck ate five cookies!"

　　 Attracted by Alice's sharp voice, four or five people around the house gathered around. Seeing Cici's half-empty plate, everyone naturally cut in.

　　 "Isn't this Speck? When did you suddenly become interested in French cookies? I remember when you were at Yale school, didn't you hate France the most?"

　　 "Hate it? Ha ha, anyone who always fails in a foreign language class will do that. By the way, boy, give me a taste."

　　 "A plate is ten yuan in total, I said Speck, you can eat half a plate of cookies by yourself, and do you have other delicacies in your stomach?"

　　 "Hey, guys, this Domilion next to me is very good at writing scripts. Why don't you ask him to vote for a Hollywood work called... "How about Uncle Speck Who Loves Cookies"!?"

　　 For a while~www.novelmtl.com~ The area where Alice and Cici are located has become the focus of everyone's attention. The living room area is not much in total. When more than five people formed a circle and laughed, more people saw the party organizer Mr. Lawrence also present, and they couldn't help but gather.

　　 As for Speck himself, he can only laugh bitterly amidst the laughter of everyone. One of the largest publishing houses in New York, the chairman of Bantam Press, Spek, does not understand French and hates France. This is no secret in the industry.

　　 It seems that even the little girl next door knows this story now!

　　 "Hey, Lawrence, you haven't delivered a speech yet."

　　 When a man in the distance spoke loudly, the audience fell into silence for an instant.

"As the most famous venture capitalist in the entertainment circle on Wall Street, you suddenly moved to Los Angeles last year, certainly not to support your life. It's already more than seven o'clock, and I won't tell everyone what you have. Are you planning?"

　　 Standing with Cici, Alice raised her wrist and looked at the watch. It was indeed late.

　　 Tonight, the reason why she was invited by Cici to come to their house for a party is not unrelated to the nature of the party.

　　 Looking around, they are all the lucky business owners of the venture capital firm to which Mr. Lawrence belongs. Five senior executives from Paramount in Hollywood came to join in, and major publishing houses and newspaper owners in New York, Philadelphia, Seattle, San Francisco and other places also attended. As a person who can see many celebrities in the entertainment industry, how does Alice Can you join in the fun?

However, when Alice saw that Mr. Lawrence was actually going to give a speech, her eyelids began to twitch~www.novelmtl.com~ Book friends are welcome to visit and read. The latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all here~ www.novelmtl.com~ For mobile phone users, please go to read.