"I," Carmen Cath's eyes flashed, and he soon made up his mind again, saying, "Of course I know, but I'm just targeting Gisele Bundchen."

The man sighed inwardly that this girl was really naive.

It’s not that simple to deal with Gisele Bundchen.

Thinking of this in his heart, the man nodded without hesitation, stretched out his hand to the big envelope containing money, and said, "Okay, I'll help you."

"Wait," Carmen Keth immediately held the envelope again and looked at the man and said, "Give me your business card and contact information."

The man paused, nodded with a smile, reached out to explore the pocket of his coat, took out a business card and handed it over.

Carmen Cath is still a kitten-protecting food, pressing the envelope with one hand, taking the business card with the other hand, looking at it, touching the phone in his bag, and dialing the number according to the contact information on the business card.

A moment later, the classic Nokia phone call ringing rang, and the man opposite him smiled and took out his cell phone and shook it at Carmen Cath, saying, "So, Miss Cath, have we made a deal?"

Carmen Keith pursed her lips and reluctantly let go of her hand pressing the envelope, trying to make her tone look stronger, saying, "She may fly to Europe in the past few days, and you must follow me, I will call every day to ask about progress."

"Of course, you should believe in my work ethics." The man nodded again, put away the envelope containing money, stood up and reached out again, and said, "Then, Miss Kath, have a happy cooperation."

Carmen Keith once again ignored the hand that reached over, leaned against the back of the card seat, turned his head and looked out the glass window.

The man also retracted his hand indifferently and shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the bar.

What a proud girl.

Ignorance and pride.

After the man left, Carmen Cath looked at the neon lights of vehicles on the road outside the window, and was silent for a long time before getting up and walking out of the bar.

...

Even women who don’t like each other will occasionally reach an agreement on certain views.

For example, this is the case.

The Gramessi Hotel, at the closing party for New York Fashion Week.

Looking at Eric, who was chatting with a woman in a black low-cut evening dress, Cindy, holding a glass of red wine, couldn't help but sigh: "Linda is such a fool."

Giselle, who had a little depressed face, nodded as well: "Idiot."

Although Qu Si Gaofu and the girls who were surrounded by them did not dare to say so confession, the expression of agreement on their faces also showed their inner views.

After a moment, Linda walked back alone.

Take a glass of champagne from the waiter and take a big sip, then look at the girls and murmured: "I'm so stupid, really."

Cindy still couldn't help but squeeze, "Even if you see your childhood idol, you'll rush up by yourself. Why do you want to pull Eric over? Oh my God, don't you know his temperament yet?"

Linda said aggrievedly: "How could I think of so many?"

But Qusi Goff next to him felt something unusual from Cindy's words and tentatively curiously: "Eric, what kind of temperament do you have?"

Cindy gave Qusi Goff a glance: "What questions do the little girl asks?"

Giselle, Fernanda and several other girls laughed in a daze, but none of them planned to explain to Qus Goff.

After Cindy finished speaking, she glanced at the distance, turned her eyes, walked to the table, quickly brought two glasses of vodka, handed them to Giselle and said, "Hurry, drink them all."

Giselle took it in confusion, leaned over to his lips and sniffed it, and said, "This one will be drunk."

"It's just about getting drunk. If you're drunk, Eric will have to send you back later."

Giselle understood, but was not very willing to do so, and said, "Then why don't you drink it yourself?"

"I think, what if he asks Linda, the idiot, to take me back?"

Giselle turned to Qusi Goff and the girls.

I have a follower, too.

Cindy waved her hand and drove away a group of hilarious young girls, then said, "Okay, go to Eric after drinking."

Giselle had to take a sip, wrinkled his nose and swallowed the spicy wine. In a blink of an eye, he stepped back and found a reason and said, "What should I do if Eric sees it?"

Cindy said: "Then he can't throw you here either."

It seems to make sense.

All right.

Eric was chatting with the elegant woman in front of him at this moment, and he felt that although Western women generally look old, there are always some fairies who seem to be completely unescaped by time.

"Ms. Seyflens, it would be incredible if Linda hadn't said she had hanged your poster in the bedroom, I would have thought you were as big as Linda."

"I didn't expect that I would be favored by Miss Ivan Golinsta," the woman said, "But Eric, you can call me Joan."

Eric nodded and said, "So, your full name is Joanna Severens?"

"No, just Joan, Joan Seiferens."

In fact, it was Joan Mary Severens. However, women obviously would not take the initiative to say this more tacky middle name. A beautiful woman named Mary sounds more inconsistent. A maid named Mary is more normal. In fact, a long time ago, Mary was the special name for maids.

"Good name," Eric naturally wouldn't explore these things, smiled and nodded, and said, "So, Joan, you are just here by yourself today?"

"yes."

Joan Seiferens nodded, and without any trace, he moved the goblet on his right hand to his left hand, leaned to his mouth and took a sip, looking at Eric without hesitation with his beautiful light blue eyes.

Eric's mouth smiled, admiring the delicate hand without any decoration, and said, "Your hands are very beautiful, I like women with very beautiful hands."

"Oh, Eric, you're so straightforward."

"So," Eric put the cup in his hand in the passing waiter's tray and said, "Join, can you ask you to dance?"

Joan Seiferens nodded, put his wine in the waiter's tray, stretched his arm over generously, and said, "Of course, but I don't know much."

Eric gently hugged the woman's waist and said, "I like to dance with women who don't know much about dancing."

"Why?"

"This is easier to take the initiative."

"Eric, you already have the initiative."

At the end of the song, Eric and Joan Seiflens walked out of the dance floor together, and then they saw the little drunk cat-like Giselle.

After guessing something roughly, Eric glared at Cindy who was looking at him from the crowd not far away. Cindy didn't look guilty at all, and even raised her face proudly.

It was getting late. Seeing Giselle's lazy appearance after getting drunk, Eric had to give up other ideas and take her away first.

...

Sixth Avenue is located in a penthouse near Central Park.

The soft and weak white sunlight slipped into the bedroom through the curtains. Eric opened his eyes and found that Giselle was no longer there.

After getting dressed and washing, I went downstairs and heard the sound coming from the kitchen, so I walked over.

Giselle stood by the kitchen counter, holding his cell phone in his hand and was talking to the other side. When he saw Eric appear, the girl threw the cell phone out with a slap and landed in the pool with a snap.

Seeing Giselle rushing his phone out of the pool, Eric came over and said with a smile: "Is he so guilty, is he doing something bad on me?"

"No," Giselle shook the cell phone in his hand hard, wiped it with a towel, and then put it in his ear. Naturally, there was no more noise. He threw the cell phone aside in depression, and the girl explained as if nothing had happened: "It's my sister, she called from Brazil."

Although I didn't hear it clearly, Eric could tell that Giselle was speaking in English just now.

Thinking about the embarrassing look when I first met Giselle, the girl suddenly got stuck in an English word because of an embarrassing expression. Eric didn't think Giselle's sister could skillfully talk to her sister in English.

However, Eric just nodded and did not expose it. After all, anyone has some of his own little privacy.

Last night, Eric came back with a little drunk cat, and Eric thoughtfully did nothing. At this time, looking at Giselle, wearing a small T-shirt and casual pants, and exposing a piece of slender waist, Eric walked over with a heart-warming feeling and reached out to wrap his hand around the girl's sexy body.

Feeling the man's emotions, Giselle turned around and hugged and kissed Eric.

When Eric hugged Giselle's light body on the kitchen counter, the girl's long straight legs naturally wrapped around Eric's waist.

However, as Giselle's movements, Eric stopped like a conditioned reflex, and put himself in the girl's ear mechanically and whispered: "Don't do this."

Giselle was a little confused, but he wisely let go of his long legs, leaned over his cheek and rubbed Eric's face in a flattering manner. His slender body slowly slid down, and he knelt docilely on the cool wooden floor.

...

After New York Fashion Week, there are three major European fashion weeks.

Alexander and Miranda rushed to London in advance before Eric came to New York. With the closing of New York Fashion Week, Giselle did not stop for much. He just played in New York with Eric for a day and then hurriedly boarded the plane to the UK.

After the matter here was handled, Eric rushed to East Hampton as usual.

I originally planned to stay in East Hampton for two days, and I would fly to San Francisco at the next stop. However, as soon as I arrived in East Hampton, my baby son accidentally fell at school. It was nothing big, but there was a band-aid on his forehead.

Eric hoped to see boys often fall and beat them up, how could they be too quiet? Virginia felt so distressed. When she heard Eric's point of view, the woman broke out completely and denounced Eric as a father as an irresponsible person. She knew about work all day long, but her son was indifferent to being injured, and even cried in the end.

Eric couldn't. He felt guilty about the women and the children, so he turned off his original itinerary and planned to stay in East Hampton for a week or two.

...

Originally, even though she was suppressed, she could still get jobs thanks to WM operations.

But now, suddenly, I seemed to be forgotten by the whole world.

Every day, she just wandered around the streets of Manhattan without doing anything. She was originally a very lively person. When she was a child, she even sneaked out of the house after her mother fell asleep.

I suddenly lost interest in everything recently.
To be continued...