"I love you, we love you..."
The madness of female fans is really worse than that of groupies.
Obviously these were not hired, because in the end, the police had to press them to the ground, handcuff them, and take them into a police car.
No one abroad would leave a criminal record just to make a few bucks.
In comparison, other groups of demonstrations and propaganda groups were stretched thin and inferior.
Albert waved all the way inside, and Cheng Qianxun also had the opportunity to be with his teammates.
The teammates all wore black suits uniformed by bodyguards.
Rudolph and Gordon looked left and right.
Unlike Sneijder and Reger, they could see further.
"It's officially started."
She secretly laughed.
Only Albert could think of it, but it is indeed powerful.
The president of a country may not be able to use this wave of high-quality motley crew.
"What should we do?"
Rudolf looked from a distance, probably looking at the effective shooting range.
Then he pressed the black earphones next to his ears, and even the assembly was complete: "At eight o'clock, on the twenty-seventh floor, there is a window open. " I saw a bodyguard next to Albert who was almost as tall as Albert and looked up, and then immediately stood between this position and Albert.
If someone used a sniper rifle from the open window at this time, If so, there will be more people in front.
That's all.
Is it true that he is eating and drinking for free?
Looking at his teammates dressed like this and suddenly becoming hired bodyguards, I want to laugh.
The eight floors at the front of Times Square are shopping malls, and the high-rise buildings behind them are commercial and dual-use rooms.
In the shopping mall, Albert finished his speech.
I walked around like an inspection and shook hands with various personnel, which took a total of an hour.
Cheng Qianxun also gained further understanding.
It looks glamorous, but it's actually exhausting.
After an hour, she was tired from walking, but Albert still kept a smile on his face, kept shaking hands, responded immediately to other people's questions, and had to be reasonable and funny.
When Albert stepped onto the elevator, he turned around and continued waving to the supporters or onlookers.
The elevator door closed and he put down his hand.
Let out a long breath.
It's really tiring, my arms must be very sore from shaking hands and waving so frequently.
After the door opens.
He walked directly behind the secretary wearing big black glasses.
After walking more than half of the elevator, Cheng Qianxun and Barron, who were left in the corner, walked out.
When teammates take the next elevator, others will naturally lead the way.
"It is recommended to sleep for an hour.
Someone will bring you clothes.
Then change clothes and put on makeup."
Barron walked forward and gave her a key card: "Your room is here."
Already reaching her room, before she could ask anything, Barron left without saying a word as if he had completed his mission.
As soon as she entered the room, she lay down on the bed, exhausted.
There is a charity party at seven o'clock in the evening.
I really don't want to go.
Turn over and kick off your shoes.
He grabbed the quilt and covered himself with it, closed his eyes and fell asleep without changing his clothes.
When the doorbell kept ringing.
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She had to get up, go to open the door with her bare feet and slightly swollen eyes.
As soon as the door opened, there was not a waiter, but a large group of people.
As soon as the door opened, they swarmed in.
"Miss Cheng, are you?
I'm your makeup artist."
A slightly effeminate guy stood at the door.
After speaking, he twisted his waist and went in.
It’s no wonder that it’s become a rule.
The better the makeup artist is, the more coquettish she is.
Only in this way can women feel at ease and women's men can also feel at ease, and they can dress up women with men's eyes.
"But, I haven't taken a shower yet."
She felt like a fool, standing barefoot in the open doorway, facing a room full of people.
"That's great."
The makeup artist placed the large portable makeup case on the bed where the quilt was still messy, opened it, and took out a few plastic bottles from it: "Shampoo, conditioner, essential oil shower gel, take it and use it." .The skin will be smoother and the hair will be smoother.”
She was a little dazed, okay, just wash it, and do whatever you want to do.
After walking over, not only the makeup artist's bottles and jars, but also the clothes were all thrown over.
"Go, go."
The makeup artist waved her hands in an interesting way: "Don't forget to dry your hair after washing it, just wrap it in a towel."
After washing, everyone got busy.
Those who have their hair done, their nails done, and even their toenails also wear nail polish.
"Hurry up, there's only half an hour left."
The makeup artist urged, looking at her watch.
"Yes, that's the effect."
After everything was done, she stood in front of the full-length mirror.
The makeup artist must be quite satisfied with his craftsmanship, so she screamed excitedly.
Understood. . .
No wonder she looked so familiar when she put on the dress, and with this hairstyle that had not changed at all, that was how Albert looked when he saw her for the first time.
With light makeup, she was more beautiful than without makeup at that time.
Could it be that this was the impression she had in Albert's mind at that time that still lingered in his mind for so many years and was unforgettable.
The dining place is in the hall of Albert's room, and his room is even larger.
Albert stood up, and the stilettos on her feet narrowed the height difference.
There are still twenty minutes until seven o'clock, and everything is arranged very tightly.
He helped pull out the chair, waited for her to sit down, then sat back down, and said to the waiting waiter: "The food is ready to be served, please hurry up."
The dishes on the dining cart next to it were French dishes.
Albert said to her: "We can go in later and eat."
There are many things I want to say, but I can’t stop talking.
Looking at Albert sitting opposite, he picked up the knife and fork and started to eat.
He didn't seem to want to speak and swallowed all the words.
While eating, Barron came and handed over the laptop: "Mail, it belongs to the Minister of Finance."
Albert threw down the half-eaten food, asked the waiter to move the plate away, and took the opened laptop.
Seeing that his face was slightly tired and the whites of his eyes were a little red, he probably hadn't rested just now.
After replying to the email, Albert returned the computer to Barron: "Call the makeup artist over."
"Yes" Barron took the computer and went to another room.
After a while, the makeup artist came.
Albert quickly ate the rest.
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He wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood up: "Eat slowly."
He walked aside and sat down, and the makeup artist began to fix his face.
Apparently the evening is a big event.
There should also be media interviews, so be on top of your game.
There were about five minutes left, so she hurriedly ate quickly.
There is a cocktail party at seven o'clock, so we can't leave until at least nine o'clock, or even later.
If you don't eat more, how can you survive?
After she finished eating, she wiped her mouth with a napkin.
Albert has finished putting on makeup.
Let the makeup artist touch up her makeup.
She just leaned on the sofa and watched the makeup artist working on her face with a smile on her face.
She rolled her eyes at Albert, so troublesome.
It would be better to put on makeup after eating, but Albert just wanted her to accompany him to eat like this.
"It's almost time."
Barron walked out of the room again, holding a napkin in his hand and wiping his mouth.
He should have eaten in the room: "The reporters are already here.
Most of the people are here."
Albert stood up.
Walking out, Barron led the way.
No need to remind her, she just had to follow.
Barron has done far more than he imagined.
He is very familiar with the task of leading the way.
If you want to do things without any surprises and with ease, you need to put in a lot of effort.
Barron must not have taken a break just now to arrange everything.
On the elevator, Albert bent his arm and signaled: "Cheng" She hesitated.
Albert said: "I need a female companion, hurry up.
The elevator is coming."
But in this way, the reporter will film her together, and the "ding dong" sound will sound when she arrives at the floor.
She still didn't hold Albert's arm: "I'll just follow you."
Before he could see Albert's expression clearly, the elevator door opened, Albert walked out, and the flash of the camera outside lit up.
She waited a little in the elevator and took a step out at least three steps away from Albert.
Albert regained his vitality, and the makeup on his face was not visible at all, and he became more and more handsome and tall.
Reporters surrounded him and kept asking questions with microphones, but he ignored them.
The staff at the venue blocked many reporters.
She looked around and found Sneijder and the others.
The teammates were still dressed as bodyguards in black, and Sneijder gave her a long face, making her smile.
Albert walked to the signing table, picked up a pen and signed, deliberately slowing down his movements just to allow reporters to take photos.
After taking pictures, he did not leave.
Barron shouted: "You can ask questions now, because time is limited and I can only answer three questions."
A reporter shouted: "What do you think about the death of a competitor?"
Foreign press freedom asked very tricky questions.
This question was very sensitive.
Naturally, other reporters also wanted to know, so they shut up and waited. answer.
"I am very sad about this accident."
Albert said calmly in front of so many flashlights, cameras, and microphones: "I would like to express my most sincere condolences to his family, and I also hope that other people can take this as a warning and set an example."
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The answer was high-sounding, and he changed his direction and confirmed that the guy lying dead on the street was an old pervert with a wrong lifestyle.
Barron called out at the right time: "Next question."
Another reporter shouted at the top of his lungs: "There are rumors from the outside that the death of a competitor was instigated by you."
Albert remained calm and said with a smile: "This gentleman already knows that it is a rumor, so there is no need to say anything more.
The third question."
It caused a burst of laughter.
This question was indeed not well asked.
"I heard that your wife complained online and exposed all kinds of wrongs.
Is it true?"
As soon as this question came out, everyone was silent again, everyone was waiting to hear it.
Cheng Qianxun frowned slightly after hearing this, this woman was too. . .
No matter how resentful or contradictory you are, you can’t expose your husband online at the most critical moment.
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