The dance music is melodious, cheerful and full of rhythm. Jinggao held the slender waist of the beautiful, sexy, Spanish-style beauty Connie Cruz with one hand, held her soft hand with the other, and swayed gently on the "dance floor".
With warm fragrant soft jade 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 said softly and slowly in English.
Jing Gao actually doesn't know how to dance, even the simplest steps. When he was studying, ballroom dancing in schools was out of fashion. Literary youth are no longer the mainstream on university campuses, only the rich and handsome.
Connie Cruz has seen it, with a well-done dance move. She is a model and is very familiar with the simple dance steps at banquets.
As the dance progressed, the two gradually became more cooperative.
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, making it very lively.
After the song ended, as the last note fell, Jing Gao took the fair and warm arm of Connie Cruz, who had a blushing face and charming eyes, and came down together, waving to the people around who asked him to dance another song. Give them the dance floor.
"Mr. Jing, you danced very well." Connie Cruz's friend, the blond beauty Helena Bea said with a smile. She was outside the crowd helping Connie Cruz look at her high heels.
"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 coo. Jing Gao was so bold this time, making her feel as if she had been electrocuted.
Just when they were dancing, Mr. Jing asked her: "Is this your first time having such close contact with a man?"
She nodded.
Actually, it doesn't count. Social dances, holding hands and hugging boys are certainly something she has experienced at her age. This is Europe. But this was indeed the first time for such a long hug, and for her to take the initiative to stick to him.
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 rushed by him? She couldn't help but feel distracted, and a different emotion emerged from the bottom of her heart, making her eyes watery.
Jing Gao smiled and raised the corners of his mouth. Connie Cruz is still a rookie, and she was a little emotional when she danced close to each other during the two dances. He had been in the flowers for a long time, in the public eye, and had important things on his mind. Of course, the engine didn't fire. Otherwise it would be too embarrassing! 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 over, "Miss Bea, let's add WeChat!"
With his left hand, he hugged the sexy beauty who dominated all the beauties 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 unrestrained.
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 felt a little unhappy when she saw Igao patting her friend's butt frivolously. Idaka didn't take Connie Cruz seriously. It feels similar to a plaything. But I dare not refuse him. The richest man in Europe, Bernard Arnault, was lying at his feet. Her father's business was probably not enough for him. He smiled and said, "Okay." He took out his mobile phone from his handbag and added WeChat messages to 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. As for WeChat, which is a national-level social networking software in China, she naturally has it. She has many Chinese friends.
Jing Gao was tapping his cell phone when Jun Zi came over quietly and nodded to Jing Gao. Everything is ready.
At this time, it had been more than forty minutes since Dong Lingxi, Ouyang Wan, and Chen Qingshuang left in the embassy car. He has completed his preparations.
"Nice to meet you, Miss Bea! Let's keep in touch." Igao 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 suddenly and without hesitation turning around and leaving, Helena Beah didn't react for a moment. this...
Connie Cruz chased after two steps and shouted: "Mr. Jing, your contact information..."
Jing Gao turned back 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, if a young and sexy beauty like Connie Cruz comes 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 either came on orders, or she wanted something from him. Jing Gao still knew this very well.
Therefore, he will not have any fetters in his heart and can walk very freely. The sugar coating is eaten, and the cannonballs are thrown back.
Of course, he had to admit that this girl was beautiful! Very good figure. One meter seventy-seven, thirty-sixth, the convex and concave shapes are extremely graceful. He had a great time dancing the two dances tonight. This was a very pleasant and beautiful 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 a little jealously. Exquisite and cool face, blond hair, big blue eyes. This is a very charming French style beauty! Everyone could see that Jing Gao had a crush on her. "Helena, can you teach me how to use WeChat?"
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After 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, Jing Gao hasn't left yet. According to etiquette, he should have waited and not prepared to go to bed. However, the report he heard not long ago was that Igao was dancing with his adopted daughter Connie Cruz. He also had a passionate fight with a girl named Helena Bea.
Of course he wouldn't wait any longer. They are all men and they all understand. He was also young, and those were the 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 translator and confidant David Lewis came in with an IPAD and said respectfully: "Boss, Mr. Jing has left."
Little Pino was a little strange. Do you need to report this little thing? That's what he meant when he introduced Connie Cruz to Idaka.
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 followers and the women around him all left. As the master, of course he knew this. He had thought that Jing Gao had sent the others away for the convenience of picking up girls, but now it seemed that was not necessarily the case.
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 asked directly: "Boss, do you want to make a call to remind Mr. Jing?" The answer to the boss's question was difficult to answer. Who could guess what Arnault was thinking?
However, he could be sure that there were definitely not a few people in Paris who wanted Mr. Jing dead at this time. Zhaoshi Group came back from the dead, bankrupting many people's expected earnings.
And why was Mr. Jing behaving so strangely tonight? Maybe they 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 does not regard Jing Gao as an "ally".
A dead "Mr. Well" or an injured "Mr. Well" makes it easier for him to gain more benefits. Not just 330 million euros!
Igao is not wrong at all in his opinion of little Pino, he is a very greedy person.
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At the same time, Bernard-Arnault was in his estate 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 has 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. What a night, perfect for killing!
The butler, Old John, walked in from 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 on Arnault's lips, "I know. Let me know the result later." What is the so-called bulletproof version of Rolls-Royce? Do you think you can escape by laying out suspicions and thoughtfully arranging for your men to leave first?
It's not his people who are taking action tonight. The idea he only had yesterday could not be arranged tonight. But he knew the details.
"Okay, sir." Old John gave a standard salute and turned to leave.
