He was brought to Simon alone, and even though the woman in black windbreaker tried to keep herself confident when she was in the museum in the morning, her small gesture of not even daring to look at a man still betrayed her inner cramping.

Putting the black cardboard box that had been holding in your hand on the round table, the woman turned to Simon and whispered: "Mr. Westeros, this is the gift from the principal. It is the olive meteorite in the morning. The principal said, maybe the girl around you will need it."

Simon saw the woman put down the box and stood there. After saying that, she waited for his orders, like a white swan falling into a trap. She smiled and opened the cardboard box. The olive meteorite that Evegenia had taken a fancy to make jewelry in the morning, and asked, "What's your name?"

“Nikita Monapova.”

The woman said, her hands were still crossed in front of her unconsciously, similar to the usual waiter's posture of waiting waiting for orders, which actually showed her inner tension.

"Nikita, a good name."

Simon praised it and picked up the olive meteorite to enjoy it. He remembered the "Nikita" of the same name by Luc Breaks in his promises and Fatty Besson. It was produced in 1990. This time, it seemed that it was also lost by a butterfly. Obviously, the subsequent TV series with more famous reputation will also disappear.

This time, Simon plans to use many classic female action film materials in memory to fill in "Charlie's Angels", so although I remember it, I have no idea to re-create this series.

There is also Luc Besson, who previously collaborated with Disney on "The Fifth Element" with Vivendi. This is just like before. After all, it was an inspiration that Besson had when he was a child, but after the failure, he was silent now.

As for the high-concept action movies that the other party is better at, new lines from New World Pictures and Blockbuster have been working, and in recent years, several pretty good series have been released.

Therefore, there is no need to recruit the other party again.

After being distracted a little, hearing the woman beside her subconsciously say 'Thank you', Simon looked over again and said with a smile: "Are you planning to leave immediately, or sit down and have a cup of coffee together?"

He was obviously hesitant, and after a moment, the woman sat down.

After receiving the man's instructions, he took the cup and poured himself a cup of coffee.

It is still mid-winter now. Even if it is the Black Coast with relatively warm climate, today it happens to be in the north wind, and even if there is sunshine, the temperature is not high, so the woman unconsciously holds the cup in her hand.

Then he realized, and quickly changed into a single-handed cup, took a sip, and put it down carefully.

A blush appeared on his fair face before he knew it, spreading across his cheeks and into his neck.

Because I discovered that the man had changed from looking at the meteorite to appreciating her face.

Subconsciously lowered his head, and then instinctively tucked the falling light blonde hair behind his head, so that it would not cover his face. After a pause, he finally came up with a topic: "Mr. Westeros, I think this meteorite is actually not suitable for jewelry."

Simon asked with a smile, "What is that suitable for?"

"Just like in a museum, as an ornament, just enjoy it directly. The olive meteorite is really beautiful."

Simon raised the meteorite the size of a melon in his hand: "I remembered it too. As a collection in the museum, can I give it to anyone at will?"

Hearing this question, Nikita Monapova subconsciously gave the man opposite him a look of 'You knowingly ask', and rolled her eyes a little. When she found that it was inappropriate, she lowered her head slightly again, plucked her hair, and said, "Mr. Westeros, you are different. You are a distinguished guest of our school."

"If I remember correctly," Simon looked at the woman opposite: "You just said that the meteorite was given to the girl around me. So, the question is, what about the gifts you have given to me in your school?"

The woman was speechless for a moment, and the blush that was about to fall back appeared again, and her head was drooping with her eyes.

Simon picked up the coffee in front of him and took a sip, put the cup back on the table, and knocked it: "Come on, add some coffee for me."

Monapova stood up obediently. Even though she felt something was wrong, she still walked around some round tables and came to the man. As soon as she picked up the coffee pot, she felt her body wrapped around an arm and a voice came: "You smell very fragrant, what perfume are you using?"

The man was able to add coffee in a stiff manner, and it was inevitable that he would spill some of it. Put down the coffee pot, and the woman put her little hands on her big hand that was surrounding her waist: "Mr. Westeros, please, don't do this, I, I'm already married, and I have children, two."

Simon paused: "Oh, this is really a pity."

So continue.

He hugged it easily, put it on his legs, looked at the woman's already red face, and wanted to continue teasing, but when he found that there was no need, he lowered his head and kissed him.

About an hour later, Simon put on his clothes under Natasha's service, looked at the woman with only one head exposed on the big bed in the cabin bedroom, sat back to the edge of the bed, stroked the woman's still fair and rosy face, and her voice was soft: "As Simon Westero's first lover on February 13, 2000, tomorrow is Valentine's Day, what gift do you want?"

Monapova did not answer the question immediately, but asked back, with a hint of unconscious softness and lingering voice: "You are leaving soon, are you?"

"Well," Simon smiled, "Actually, you managed to delay me for an hour."

Monapova curled her lips slightly, and her heart showed that it was you. However, as a young female professor at Odessa University with two doctoral degrees in geology, she knew very well that she could not catch this man. When she remembered what he had just said, she did not hesitate: "I want to divorce my husband, and my two children must belong to me, and then go to the United States to live. You, you have to give me living expenses."

The last sentence is obviously unconfident.

It’s just very common sense that if he goes there alone, he will probably accept it. He must take his two children with him. Perhaps, men will be disgusted with it, and maybe.

"OK."

Simon was straightforward and did not ask any details, and turned to Lipskin and said, "You heard it."

Natasha Lipskin nodded.

"So," Simon lowered his head and kissed the woman on the forehead again: "Goodbye."

The woman nodded, raised her head slightly, trying to kiss the man, but was avoided, so she could only glar at him gently.

Damn guy.

After saying goodbye to his first lover today, Simon went ashore, gave a brief explanation, and then took a bus to the international airport in the southwest of Odessa.

Entering the Boeing 767 cabin, another woman who was waiting here in advance came up.

It's Tymoshenko.

In addition, I brought five or six young girls, saying that it was a gift from Simon. In fact, women just don’t want to bear the miserable suffering of being tormented by men alone.
Chapter completed!