Eric went downstairs after taking a shower. Giselle and Alexander had already cooked milk porridge. Perhaps the topic just discussed was too sensitive. Anxiety and anticipation, and embarrassment because the three of us might be together.
Eric looked at the two girls who were sipping porridge like cats, as if they were going to delay something. Of course he knew what they were thinking, and joked: "Eat more, maybe you will be tired later."
Giselle and Alexander blushed at the same time, but thought that Eric was a little impatient, and they both speeded up their meal.
After supper, it was almost twelve o'clock. Eric took the two girls to a guest room on the second floor, opened the door, and motioned for the two behind him to enter.
Giselle and Alexander walked in and looked at the spacious bedroom.
In a room of about 50 square meters, there is a large bed against the wall on the left, surrounded by some simple but exquisite furniture and electrical appliances, and there is a door on the innermost side, which should be the bathroom. The south side of the bedroom is a whole glass curtain wall, although the bedroom The lights inside are very bright, but you can still see the faint starlight and the dark sea in the distance through the glass curtain wall.
It was the first time for the two girls to come to the Angle Manor, and they subconsciously regarded this bedroom as the master bedroom. When they walked to the big bed, the two girls turned around together and looked at Eric cautiously.
Eric leaned against the door, looked at the two women for a while, and then said: "There are spare toiletries in the bathroom, all of which are new. You guys go to bed early after washing, it's already late."
Alexander was stunned when he heard Eric say that. Normally, the plot should not be played like this.
Giselle's reaction was similar to that of Alexander's. However, she quickly realized that after a brief moment of relief, she became apprehensive again. She knew very well that if they wanted Eric's help and support, their bodies were the only bargaining chips they could give. If Eric doesn't want it, then what else can they offer
Giselle quickly mustered up her courage, walked over, raised her hand, but put it down helplessly, and said in a low voice, "Eric, are you not here, are you sleeping?"
Alexander also came back to his senses at this time, and also walked over, saying: "Eric, you can stay."
Eric smiled, stretched out his hand to pick up Alexander's green face, slid his index finger towards the girl's lips painted with pink lip gloss, felt the girl's warm little tongue stretched out and licked his fingertips, then withdrew his finger, saying : "Don't wear pink lip gloss in the future, this color doesn't suit you, it's ugly."
Hearing this, Alexander subconsciously raised his hand to wipe off the lip gloss, but then remembered that it was not appropriate to do so. It would definitely turn the corners of his mouth pink, so he had to put his hand down again in embarrassment.
"Okay, go to bed early," Eric said, looked at Giselle again, and said with a smile: "You two will be mine sooner or later, and you can't run away, so don't think about it, of course, do not let me down."
As soon as Eric closed the door, Alexander impatiently raised his hand, wiped his lips and walked towards the bathroom.
Giselle followed into the bathroom and saw Alexander wiping the corners of his lips with a towel in his hand, and couldn't help showing a schadenfreude smile.
Alexander glanced at Giselle, but there was nothing he could do. He just rubbed and muttered: "I will never let that woman Sandra give me fashion advice again, my God, Eric must hate my lip gloss." I just said that just now."
Giselle walked to the sink, opened the cabinet next to it, took out a brand new toothbrush and toothpaste, and said with a smile, "I think it looks pretty, hehe, pink lip gloss, you look even more like a baby."
Alexander wiped off his lip gloss, and when he heard Giselle say that, he understood something, and said, "You, you have already seen it?"
Gisele didn't answer, picked up the cup to drink water, and started brushing her teeth.
Of course, she had already noticed that Alexander was one year younger than her. They were young, and instead of dressing up as mature, they wore pink lip gloss to pretend to be tender, which must have looked very nondescript. However, she didn't feel that she had any obligation to remind Alexander.
After the two girls washed their minds, they walked out of the bathroom in their bathrobes and came to the big bed. Only then did they realize another thing.
The two of them are going to sleep in the same bed tonight. Although this bed is very big, it always feels weird for some reason.
Looking at each other, the two girls had a thought in their hearts at the same time: Could Eric do it on purpose
After all, such a big villa must have many rooms.
It was already past midnight, and the sleepiness of the two women struck at the same time. Although these thoughts came up, they didn't have the time to think about them. Giselle went to turn off the light, and when she came back, she snuggled into the bed. Alexander was already lying on the bed. on the other side. He took off his bathrobe, pulled a corner of the thin quilt to cover his body, and lay down on the soft big bed, but the original drowsiness disappeared inexplicably.
"Hey, tell me, if that guy is here, what would she do?" Alexander asked suddenly on the other side.
Knowing that Alexander was referring to Miranda Kerr whom she saw in the afternoon, Giselle turned her body sideways, facing Alexander, and replied, "She will definitely slip into Eric's room."
There was a brief silence in the bedroom when these words came out.
After a minute or two, Alexander spoke again, with some eagerness in his tone: "Then, do you dare to go there?"
Giselle blinked in the dark, and quickly said: "If you dare to go over, I will."
"How about," Alexander hesitated for a moment, "How about we go together?"
Giselle said: "Your suggestion, you go first."
Alexander moved his body and said fiercely, "I thought you were more courageous than me."
Giselle had absolutely no intention of arguing with her about these things, and said, "I'm very timid."
Alexander snorted softly, sat up, and said, "Then don't follow."
Giselle simply ignored it, turned over, and turned her back on Alexander.
Alexander bit his lip, and quickly made up his mind. After getting out of bed, he put on the bathrobe, fumbled and walked out the door without turning on the light.
Hearing the slight sound of the door opening and closing, Giselle lay back comfortably on her back, stretched her body relaxedly, with a sly smile on her lips.
Stupid, Eric just knew that the girl named Miranda would do this at night, so he didn't bring her back.
Giselle squinted her eyes, patiently looking forward to the next good show. After an unknown amount of time, the door was gently pushed open. Giselle immediately stood up and looked from the bed. In the dim light, she saw Alexander came back alone.
After walking to the edge of the bed and sitting down, Alexander said softly: "I, this place is too big, I can't find Eric's room."
Giselle lay down on the bed disappointed.
Alas, it really is a fool.
…
She fell asleep very late, was in a strange environment, and forgot to draw the curtains. When the sun was bright, Giselle and Alexander woke up together.
They found that they were very close to each other, and Giselle's hand was still on Alexander's waist. The two girls were a little embarrassed, and soon sobered up.
After getting dressed and washing up, they walked out of the room. The early morning villa was extremely quiet, and the sound of their high-heeled shoes stepping on the floor was very clear, which made the two girls walk lightly at the same time. Later, Giselle simply took off her high boots , Alexander followed suit, and came downstairs cautiously, like two curious cats, walking around the villa with bare feet and silently while the owner was asleep. The living room, reception room, gym, library room, dining room, kitchen…
Finally, attracted by the scenery outside the glass curtain wall in the hall, we shrink together in two space chairs that look like handicrafts on the curtain wall, admiring the rippling sea view like a real version of Imax.
It is still sunny in Los Angeles, the sky is so blue that people are enchanted, the morning sun has just come out of the horizon, the sparkling sea surface in the breeze is like inlaid with countless golden accessories, a few seabirds gliding between the sky and the sea are justly dotted among them, making the whole picture The scenery is a little more vigor and vitality.
The space chair below is like a drop of water hanging on a stainless steel frame, which can be gently swayed like a swing.
Giselle tapped her toes on the ground, swayed gently, took a deep breath unconsciously, and suddenly felt that this might be the life she yearned for.
Unfortunately, I am just a passer-by here.
"I have decided that I will also own such a house in the future, where I can sit by the window overlooking the sea and have breakfast every day..."
Alexander was also looking forward to it, but when he heard Giselle's words, he couldn't help but strike: "Wake up, we will never be able to afford such a house in our lifetime, and, it is said that this villa is unique in the world, you Money can’t buy it.”
Giselle suddenly developed an aura of reluctance to admit defeat, and said: "Even if it can't be exactly the same as here, it should be similar. Moreover, even if you don't want such a house in your life, why pull me?"
"Who said I don't want it?"
"You just said it yourself."
"I'm just stating a fact."
"The future hasn't been born yet, how do you know it's true?"
Alexander felt that Giselle was a little aggressive, and flinched: "I won't argue with you about this."
Just saying this, Eric's voice suddenly came from behind the two girls: "What are you talking about?"
Giselle and Alexander jumped off the space chair at the same time, their expressions flustered, but they were relieved when they realized that they were speaking in Portuguese, which Eric couldn't understand.
Eric looked at Giselle and Alexander's bare feet and said with a smile, "Where are your shoes?"
"Oh, it's there," Alexander pointed to the stairs, subconsciously replied in Portuguese, and then quickly changed to English to repeat.
Eric didn't let the two girls put on their high boots, and took them into the gym for a morning routine before making breakfast together.
It was about eight o'clock before Eric sat at the round table beside the curtain wall where he often worked. On the table was a laptop, some documents, and a writing board.
Giselle called Eric to get today's newspaper, Alexander sat opposite Eric with eyes full of curiosity, casually chatting, talking about what happened in the morning, Alexander told Eric Giselle's ambition very shamelessly gram.
Eric smiled and said, "Don't you want to?"
"Think about it, who wouldn't think about it," Alexander said, lying on the opposite side of the round table, propping his chin with one hand, "I just think that it should be very tiring."
"I think that people should not live too easily, you should put some pressure on yourself."
Alexander pursed her lips slightly. Today, she didn't wear any lip gloss. The lip color was natural, and her whole face looked sweeter.
"I just think," Alexander thought for a while, and said with a smile, "I'm a woman, so I don't need to be so tired."
"Oh," Eric shook his head. He likes women who are motivated, but he doesn't dislike girls who like to enjoy themselves. Maybe it's just like what Alexander said. They are women, and they are beautiful women. Men's tolerance is always the same. will be higher.
Giselle came back with a stack of newspapers, sat down next to Eric, just wanted to say something, looked around, and saw that the two of them seemed to have just cut off the conversation, and suddenly realized that they might be talking about themselves just now, With a somewhat unnatural expression, Gisele mustered up the courage to ask, "Eric, what were you talking about just now?"
"You," Eric took the newspaper, opened it, and said with a casual smile, "the ambitious girl from Brazil."
Giselle understood that Alexander must have told Eric what he said in the morning, and glared at Alexander. Giselle wanted to explain something, but didn't know where to start.
Eric caught a glimpse of Giselle's expression from the corner of his eye, and offered to help her out, saying, "Actually, I like self-motivated girls."
"Really?" Giselle asked shyly.
"Of course," Eric nodded, with a smile on his lips, he couldn't help thinking of Giselle in the original time and space.
That is simply a miracle in the modeling industry. Many times, Giselle's annual income of tens of millions of dollars on the annual Forbes Model Earnings List far left other models with an annual income of only one million. Thinking about it carefully, in addition to Mo's own job income, Giselle's other income mainly comes from a series of astute investments in her business.
Eric loves miracles, and it's even more pleasing to the eye if this thing is associated with women.
Thinking of this, Eric suddenly thought, why not create a miracle by himself, and there is a very good 'template' in front of him.
Eric has never been a hesitant person. When he wanted to do it, he looked at Giselle and Eric said, "If you really want to, maybe I can help you realize this dream."
"Ah," Giselle was a little pleasantly surprised, anxious for a moment, and asked again: "Then, what do I need to pay?" (To be continued.)