"Have lunch after an hour and a half of rest."
After Albert left, Barron began to arrange for Cheng Qianxun and his teammates: "Someone will knock on the door and call you.
You can go back to your room now, or you can take a sauna here. ” No one wants to take a sauna anymore, so just go back to the room and take a quick shower before going to sleep.
Today can be relatively leisurely, because Albert needs to save all his energy to deal with the talk show host on the TV station in the evening.
Opening the door, Cheng Qianxun looked around and saw all her teammates standing beside her, looking malicious.
She asked uncertainly: "Don't you want to rest?"
The teammates all nodded and then pushed her into the room.
"What do you want to do?
Aren't you tired?"
she cried.
At this moment, she just wanted to wash up and lie on the bed and sleep.
"I will definitely ask you to eat lunch with me, so now is the time to get vaccinated."
Rudolf sat on the sofa and leaned back comfortably: "I leave this matter to you."
She kept wondering: "What kind of vaccination?"
"Of course it's a vaccination against Albert's charm."
Gordon also sat on the sofa: "Fighting is my strength, I leave this matter to you two."
Rudolph looked sideways at Gordon: "Then how do you pick up women?"
Gordon replied expressionlessly, obviously using black humor again: "Just lift the short sleeves of your sweatshirt to your shoulders and sit there with your arm muscles exposed.
How do you pick up women?"
Rudolf thought for a moment and said thoughtfully: "The women I talked to are all dead.
What I have to consider is not soaking.
It's how to deal with the bodies."
He broke out in sweat.
Snede took her hand and said affectionately: "Qianxun, thank you for your hard work.
You don't need to guess to know that Albert is a powerful man."
"It must be awesome."
Regel nodded beside him and patted Sneijder on the shoulder: "Don't waste time, let's start special training."
In the classic style of Gone with the Wind, the man puts his arms around the woman's waist and looks down at her charmingly. . .
Looking up at Reger's face, she couldn't hold it in any longer.
Finally got a laugh.
"Hahaha..."
She laughed and sat on the ground.
"Don't laugh, am I so funny?"
Reger looked back at the full-length mirror and showed the same expression as before: "Women should be obsessed."
"I can't do it anymore.
Hahaha."
He laughed so much that his stomach hurt.
He didn't expect his teammates to come up with this trick: "It's so familiar.
I don't feel anything when I see you like this.
I just think it's funny."
Watch it every day.
No matter how handsome he is, he is used to it.
When something is too familiar, show off your charm, not by fascination but by laughter.
"Well, when you look at that guy from now on, just imagine that he is acting.
Then come on."
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Regel simply sat in front of her and continued to look at her with bright eyes.
After watching it for five seconds, she couldn't bear it anymore and collapsed on the ground laughing.
"Why can't I come?"
Sneijder sat on the sofa.
He pursed his lips and looked unhappy.
Gordon patted Sneijder on the shoulder: "It doesn't feel that way.
What we want is the effect."
"Okay, I almost died laughing, so stop watching."
She gasped with laughter and stood up: "I'll take a shower and take a nap."
"No."
Regel stood up and stopped in front: "This is just the beginning."
"What else?"
She smiled bitterly, and she was full of color.
Could it be that he really imitated Albert and seduced her elegantly?
"I will teach you."
Rudolf stood up and raised his fingers at Regel: "You continue to sacrifice."
"Those parts of the human body are the most sensitive, and women like them the most.
First of all, of course, hugs.
My figure is not much taller than yours, so just think of it as you.
Okay, Regel hugs me, why does it feel like I am sacrificing...
Use the posture that you think is most pleasing to women."
Rudolph taught this lesson with a smile on his face and a strong sense of joy.
What the hell, staring, he saw Regel cooperating with Rudolf and starting to hug him.
"By the way, people's feelings come from this.
In fact, the human body is the most sophisticated instrument.
Don't think that you have fallen in love with the other person.
In fact, it is the other person's appearance that shows superiority.
The brain responds that this gene is worth inheriting.
That's all.
Men with good looks will get extra points, and if the posture and movement are in place, they will often take further action, which is kissing."
Rudolph looked at Reger and spread his arms. : "Okay, come on, be affectionate and excited."
"What?"
Regel was stunned.
"Don't be mean, just treat him like a drowning person and give him artificial respiration."
Rudolph still kept his arms spread out, making people laugh.
"Okay."
He licked his upper and lower lips with his tongue and asked seriously: "Is this okay?
Make sure it's moist and not dry."
How could Reger, a straight man, be able to kiss her?
Everyone else almost fainted from laughter.
"Forget it, Sneijder."
Rudolph signaled: "It's your turn to go to class.
There will also be a duck shop on your street.
Teach those charming tricks carefully."
When the waiter knocked on the door, he was dumbfounded to see the bustle inside.
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Three big men with excellent figures were dancing shirtless.
The lady he needed to send a message to was sitting on the sofa, covering her forehead with her hands and smiling bitterly.
Rudolph had no expression on his face but asked gracefully: "Excuse me, what can I do?"
Seeing that the waiter was speechless for a moment, he directly helped to take the clothes from the other person's hands: "Thank you, go back and tell me that Miss Cheng will go to dine soon."
When the door closed, the waiter Sheng has not yet come to his senses.
When there was another knock on the door, it was still Rudolph who opened the door.
Barron glanced inside and saw three people sitting at the table holding cards in their hands.
There was no indecent dancing at all.
"Hmm, um.
Where is Cheng?"
Barron asked.
Rudolf also held the card in his hand: "Oh, she was too tired.
She took a nap and is taking a shower now.
Do you want her to have lunch?"
"Yes."
Barron looked around again, but everyone in the room was normal and neatly dressed.
He couldn't ask whether the waiter might have been dazzled by him dancing naked just now.
You will also be laughed at.
He could only say something else: "It's better to rest more and don't relax in security work.
This is a lunch ticket for the four of you, a buffet."
"Thank you."
Rudolf took the meal ticket, raised the card in his other hand and went to the table: "We'll go after finishing this game.
Just come in and sit and wait.
Cheng will be here soon."
Cheng Qianxun couldn't help laughing as he followed Barron on the road.
Those teammates were so interesting.
Although he couldn't get a good sleep for an hour and a half, he didn't feel sleepy at all.
Instead, he was amused by them.
Much better.
Smiling but not daring to smile, Barron, who was leading the way, looked at her from time to time, probably trying to figure out what happened just now from her expression.
Entering the room, Albert was working on the balcony.
The rooms here are a bit like apartments, with balconies, and white people like to bask in the sun.
Those who are white and fat are seen as unhealthy and poor, while those who are dark and thin are a sign of wealthy people above the middle class, proving that they have time to travel and exercise.
At the first opportunity, there are sunbathing people everywhere, roadside cafes and restaurants.
Even if it was 30 degrees on the beach, everyone put on sunscreen and was exposed to the sun.
A small glass table, an office chair, and a laptop.
It's a very simple assembly, but the sight of Albert in a suit and tie sitting there looking at the computer LCD screen is definitely a sight to behold.
Walking over, Albert said casually: "Sit down."
There was a small office chair with wheels opposite him, so he sat down.
"Coffee or black tea?"
Albert picked up the coffee cup with coffee in it.
He watched her take a sip and put it on the glass table: "There are also zero-caffeine ones."
Barron was standing next to him: "What do you need to drink?"
"Regular coffee, with milk and sugar, thank you" she thanked.
"Okay."
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Barron went to make coffee.
Albert raised his head and glanced at her: "It's both sugar and milk, so why don't you get fat?
You can make those people who work so hard to lose weight angry to death."
She smiled and admitted that one of the benefits of being an undead is that you won't gain weight.
For the next few minutes, Albert was busy while she turned to admire the scenery outside the balcony.
"Coffee."
Barron brought the coffee and placed it in front of her, and then withdrew knowingly: "Lunch will be here in about five minutes."
The coffee tastes quite good, it must be freshly ground, and it is certainly different from the coffee with unlimited refills in small restaurants or fast food restaurants.
After a brief silence, Albert gently covered his high nose with his fingers and exhaled slightly: "Do you know how my wife who gave birth to my children responded to that email full of affection and hope for understanding?
" She thought for a while and said, "You haven't restricted her from using the computer yet."
After yesterday's embarrassment, she should be prohibited from contacting the outside world, otherwise she would vent her dissatisfaction and let reporters notice any trouble, which would be detrimental to the election.
Albert looked at her, smiled suddenly, put down his hand, went to get the coffee, and took a sip: "You are the smartest woman I have ever seen."
In fact, she is not smart, but she has stayed with smart people for a long time.
In order to survive, she has to learn to absorb and think more in the way smart people think.
Putting down the coffee, Albert said with a bit of sadness: "There is no need to write this kind of words to this kind of woman.
Thanks to Barron, this letter is quite well written, full of a husband's love for his wife.
If she can admit her mistake and promise not to do it again, I can forgive her for the sake of her children.
I still have hope for this, but she only told others to die."
To hell with English, you only need to use one word to express it.
She raised her eyebrows.
It seemed that this woman had a deep grudge against Albert.
After thinking for a while, he said: "At least I replied with one word."
Not replying a word means you are completely finished, without any feeling at all, and can be used to describe strangers or sworn enemies.
Albert raised a smile at the corner of his mouth: "I asked her to reply, otherwise there really wouldn't be a word
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