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The eldest sister of the gold-rimmed maid rushed up and hurriedly grabbed him, but before the gold-rimmed maid's hand touched the compasses-like man, there was a sound of opening the door in unison, and the heavy car door slammed—— ' is opened.

There are about twenty cars in the front and back of the nanny car, and all kinds of people in black suits came out, some with big arms, some with fleshy faces, some with gloomy expressions, and some directly stretched their hands into their arms Here, staring at each other.

D·L designers should be grateful that this is not a Republic, and those cars in the front and rear are just ordinary cars, not the Wuling Light of the Republic, because you never know how many bread people can come out of a Wuling Light.

Yaodao Ji untied the Yaodao from her back, held it by her side, and said in Republic language: "You want to find someone?"

The designer completely ignored her knife, pushed her glasses, and walked around Yaodao Ji, her eyes gradually becoming contemptuous: "You want to make clothes? Your suit is very ordinary. It looks gorgeous, but it doesn't match at all. Your appearance... the old clothes your mother passed on to you, right?"

"..." Yaodao Ji's forehead twitched with blue veins, gritted her teeth and said, "No, I don't make clothes."

"Then who makes the clothes?"

"I don't know." Yaodao Ji probably knew who it was, but she didn't know who it was—she was a bodyguard, not a nanny.

"Cen that bitch! Why do you care about Allah? Your eyes are so blind, you look like a Hong Kong dollar! Why are there so many gossips?!"

Mr. Designer broke out, jumped on his feet and began to curse, waving his thin arms, his voice was as shrill as a groundhog.

Yaodao Ji took a deep breath, turned her arms, and the Yaodao pierced towards her with a whistling sound. Her knife stood taller than a human being, and now it passed through the opponent's armpit and pressed the whole person under it. ——

"boom! 』

With a muffled sound, the designer was directly pushed onto the front hood of the car by Yaodao Ji.

"Broken, broken—my old waist...

If the people from Sea Otter Logistics didn’t have Aliya’s car swiping their face cards in the middle, theoretically it would be impossible for all of them to come in, but I don’t know what the person in charge of the security team was thinking tonight. When they heard that it was Aliya’s The convoy let them pass without saying a word, and even kindly told them which area is better for parking.

Although the arrival of the nanny car was notified to them, Sea Otter Logistics is a newly formed security contractor after all, and its business sensitivity is very high. A fighting stance——the standard fighting stance of a villain team against an incoming righteous protagonist, it can be described as very embarrassing.

Alia rolled the little fairy's eyes, pushed open the car door and got out of the car. Although her brows were frowning, as a delicate little white flower, she still adjusted her facial expression a bit, and walked up timidly. Going forward to pull Miss Yaodao Ji's clothes: "That...he seems to be here to make clothes for me..."

Miss Yaodao Ji narrowed her eyes and sized up the clamoring designer, snorted coldly and pulled her Yaodao back behind her back, stood aside with her arms crossed and took a pose, ready to use her powerful spiritual pressure to hold the whole body field.

Little White Flower Aliya wrung her fingers and looked at the designer: "That...is that I want to make clothes..."

The designer stood up straight with difficulty, pulled his clothes full of designer style, pushed his glasses, and looked at Alia with disdain.

Then he took a second look...

At last he moved closer to Arya's face, staring intently at her face.

"..." Alia leaned back tactically, her expression a little scared: "If... if it is really impossible... forget it?"

"Don't move!" The designer pushed the glasses: "My name is Davy·levis, you can also call me the name of the Republic—Wang Fugen."

Designer Fulgan carefully wiped his trousers, then picked up Alia's hair, his eyes were about to shine: "God... the Virgin Mary... how could there be such a thing?" people exist?!"

"what?"

"I said it! Don't move!" Designer Fulgan circled around Alia, looked behind her, and immediately took a breath, and the whole person seemed to have swallowed a mouthful of ice cream in the summer. Ji Ling, froze there abruptly, took a long time to let out a breath slowly.

"It's not right...what's wrong... those catwalk ladies who exercise all day long don't have such a figure..."

He reached out and touched Aliya's waist, and was slapped away by Aliya: "Rogue!"

"No, I'm gay, I have a boyfriend." Designer Forgan gestured anxiously: "Let me touch it! I'll just touch it! Please!"

Where has Aliya seen this kind of request? In her previous life, she was often groped by her friends, but at that time she had the most perfect hunk figure in the whole different world, and she touched two taels of olive oil shirtless. The well-proportioned perfection that can sweep all major bodybuilder competitions can naturally be shown off casually.

But now it's Miss Sister!She is a little fairy who can only look in the mirror by herself!The last time Lianhua took a bath with herself, she didn't agree!

Aliya clapped his hand away again without hesitation: "Pervert!"

Demon Sword Fairy drew her sword directly...

Designer Fulgan ran left and right, grabbed the skirt of the maid inlaid with gold, and began to howl: "Help me! Let me touch her—just a moment, please! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

That appearance is not like a big man, but like a little girl without a doll.

The elder sister of the gold-rimmed maid patted him on the back and coaxed him: "Don't cry, don't cry, good boy..."

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuu...I just want to measure her figure with my hand..."

Aliya scratched her face, and when she closed her eyes and opened them again, the stars were already twinkling in her eyes. After half a second, she sighed helplessly: "Okay, just a moment!"

Designer Fulgan wiped his snot and tears, took out a wet tissue from his pocket and wiped his hands carefully, and then hung the thin palm with slender fingers on Alia's shoulder blade.

But his hands trembled and he didn't go down. Instead, he pursed his lips and thought for a few seconds, took out the toilet paper and rubbed it into balls to cover his ears, covered his eyes with a silk scarf, took a deep breath, After holding his breath, he stretched out his hand based on the impression just now.

The fingers slid from Alia's shoulder blades, down the black evening dress that didn't fit well, slid down from the waist under the armpit, and drew an amazing arc along Alia's waistline, Finally stay on the side of her knee.

Then he cried...

Tears flowed down the silk scarf, and the whole person knelt down on the ground, crying like a child.

"I found it... woo—" He didn't cry heart-piercingly, but sobbed deeply, the trembling whine from his throat made his whole body convulse: "I finally found... ..."

Alicia blinked, wondering what was wrong with him.

Yao Dao Ji has already begun to hesitate whether to give him a knife directly - even in the books that are rich in perverts, there is no such guy who touches a little girl and goes all over, right?As a national of the main production area, she has never seen this special variety...

Lianhua trotted over to help him up, and patted the ashes on his body: "Mr. David, are you okay?"

"Don't call me David..." Designer Fugen took off his silk scarf and blew his nose fiercely, his eyes were red: "Responding to the call of the country some time ago, I planned to change the English abbreviation of the designer's office. It's called Forgan Design."

"Eh..." Lianhua's expression was a little subtle: "This, this way..."

The other party usually leaves his mark on the inside of the sleeve of the left hand with a special weaving technique. It used to be "D·L". Changed to [Fugen]...

She introduced Alia with some helplessness: "This is my good friend, Alia."

Then she introduced to Alia: "This is my father's friend, the talented designer Dai... Cough, Mr. Wang Fugen, he does have a boyfriend. When they held their wedding in Las Vegas, My father is still the witness."

"If you didn't know that it was Miss Fu who sent someone to invite me, I wouldn't come if I was killed." Designer Fugen snorted arrogantly, then turned his head, and suddenly changed his expression, rubbing his hands and shyly facing Alia said: "Miss Ai - nice to meet you! What kind of clothes are you going to make? An evening dress? I think we should add two more winter clothes...By the way, we also made summer clothes, what do you think?"

Aliya was stunned, she was the protagonist, but she didn't have such a charisma, did she?

Could it be that he has a special charm bonus?

She subconsciously looked at her chest—it wasn't right!Even if the other party likes flat, don't you still have it now?

Designer Fulgan saw her movements and thought she was worried about her figure, so he waved his hand immediately: "Although I don't know who is the colleague who made this prop for you, but the size is very good, one point more One point less fat is thinner, I have to meet her when I have time, she must be a designer with a natural intuition for the beauty of women's body, this is really a feast for God!"

Aliya suddenly felt that the wild khaki guy was so dangerous...

Designer Fulgan tugged on Alia's sleeve and pulled it into the van behind the nanny's car: "Quick! Let's get started!"

Lianhua was a little puzzled: "Mr. Dai Fugan, it seems that you are very happy?"

"Happy? No, no, no, I'm not happy, I'm just one step away from perfection." Designer Forgan stopped and looked at Lianhua very seriously: "Miss Fu, it may be difficult for you to understand our obsession with a perfect body— —Theoretically no body is perfect, because it is a subjective feeling, but in Ms. Ai's body... I don't know how to describe it...she is like a template carefully carved by the gods, she looks like this... ...I mean, the appearance of the breasts is enough to exist as an aesthetic benchmark for human evolution!"

Aliya scratched her face, thinking that this is the body shape that is most suitable for life evolution under the nourishment of the power of the soul...

So what kind of existence is my breast?The restraining power of the big universe?

Or is Blue Star's biological evolution of humans actually a sacrifice of breasts?

No wonder my mother is so tough!

Mr. Fugan was dry again, as if he heard the headphone player of Sennheiser Orpheus, he raised his head and burst into tears: "This is really beautiful... I saw such a figure twice in those years , but this is the only time I can really touch it..."

Yaodao Ji didn't understand, she just dutifully blocked Mr. Fogan's way, and took the lead to check the van - inside the van was a remodeled tailoring studio, and even remodeled The traces are quite new.

Yaodao Ji wiped the welded workbench in the carriage, held it up to her nose and smelled it, and could smell a slight smell of welding residual metal.

But apart from this, the small carriage can be seen at a glance, and there is nothing but various materials.

She jumped out of the car: "I've checked, it's safe inside, Miss Ai, please go in and change."

Aliya nodded, and then froze in place as she remembered something: "...May I ask, do you have a Republic name? For example, the surname Huang or something..."

"???"

PS1: Speaking of which, the straight-line distance from my place to the epicenter last night was only 60 kilometers. Last night, there were sporadic shocks all night, and I didn’t fall asleep until after three o’clock...

PS2: I downloaded a very good domestic game "Those Years ~ My School Flower English Teacher", very SEX, addicted to it and can't extricate myself, I strongly recommend everyone to play it.

PS3: continue tomorrow

Chapter 461 0459-Father's Day Was Yesterday (Add 146/170 for "Sleepy"

Japan·Toto·Royal Palace Hotel·Banquet Hall

The entrance of bigwigs is always eye-catching. Compared with the entry of low-key financial giants like Ai Rulong, the appearance of giants from the Ministry of Commerce and Trade of the Republic is simply short of slow-motion shots and the BGM of the God of Gamblers—— That aura, if you really want to say it, is no worse than that of Brother Fa with the camera blessing.

The audience here stood up to welcome the titular dinner organizers. The Japanese financial industry bosses headed by Mr. Yanqi even stepped forward with a smile on their faces, and shook hands with all the diplomats in a friendly manner. , and finally bent down a little humbly to greet the giants of the Ministry of Commerce, next to the news media staff who were frantically taking pictures with cameras.

If it is said that Li Zhongtang, who sewed and repaired a hundred years ago, and went abroad as an envoy, can only let people see the Qing Empire's external strength, middle-level power, and internal weakness, then the giants of the Ministry of Commerce and Trade of the Republic probably showed the demeanor of a real great country. "Fear power but not virtue", in a sense, it is an appropriate evaluation for this country.

Many people may have watched the TV series "Towards the Republic", and have a new understanding of the tinkering Li Zhongtang in it, thinking that maybe he is in another age that is not so decadent, and he may be able to become a generation of ministers. Maybe, but in fact the essence of "Towards a Republic" is still a drama. The reason why Li Hongzhang is portrayed as a relatively majestic image in the drama is because he, as the protagonist in the first half, needs to form antagonism with other conservatives in the Qing Empire , which is also the most basic decent camp and villain camp in most novels.

In the whole TV series, the more Li Zhongtang seems to work hard, the more involved and restrained he gets. The entire Qing Empire is struggling, and the brand of Daqing Pills is hanging high-but if you really understand history, those so-called The villain of the Qing Empire is definitely not as conservative as in the TV series to the point of being stupid and stubborn, and Li Zhongtang is not exactly the kind of enlightened and progressive but powerless righteous.

But in the final analysis, this is a joke about life, not nonsense about life—the republic a hundred years ago, even those high-ranking ministers, still tried to continue a huge but decaying empire due to historical limitations. Efforts are to transfer these pressures to the people of the whole country. Taking history as a mirror can tell the ups and downs. I think the production team of "Towards a Republic" wants to express more for the historical choice of "keeping the old and making mistakes, it is better to start all over again". Comments that are seen by posterity.

The producers of that TV series are all gangsters. The director Zhang Li likes to shoot this kind of works that cannot be simply black and white facial makeup. It is different from the direct qualitative approach in history textbooks. His "Towards the Republic" Either way, the "Da Ming Dynasty 1566" is more about presenting these characters vividly. As for the follow-up "The Right Way in the World is Vicissitudes", it can only be said to be the biggest move within the inherent framework.

Throughout the history of TV drama development in the entire Republic, the three peaks of historical dramas are nothing more than "Daming Dynasty 1566", "Yongzheng Dynasty" and "Towards a Republic". Two of them were filmed by Zhang Li. As a screenwriter, " Both Zhang Jianwei and Sheng Heyu in "Towards a Republic" can be said to be the mainstays in the screenwriting world. Compared with Sun Haohui's "The Great Qin Empire" trilogy adapted by CCTV, it always makes people feel too facial. At the same time, the atmosphere is too poor. The big one feels like a stick in the throat.

Of course, CCTV at that time could still broadcast some historical dramas, and now CCTV is at [-] o'clock...

Ugh……

After swiping his face card, the giants from the Ministry of Commerce and Trade stopped communicating with everyone, and there were also special diplomats to accompany them, so the whole venue returned to the performance stage of folk businessmen like Ai Rulong——Ai Rulong Long is dealing with a very enthusiastic Japanese financial boss in front of him.

How many is this?It seems to be the fifth... why are they so enthusiastic?

This time it is the chairman of the Mitsui Zaibatsu. The other party is polite and well-behaved. Compared with Mr. Yan Qi who has always been single, he now has a happy family and even has a dozen heirs—but when it comes to Alia , the other party still shook Ai Rulong's hand, and the gold-rimmed glasses couldn't cover the light in his eyes.

"I have so many sons, but I don't have a single daughter—Don't worry, Mr. Ai, Miss Ai will be the most cared for in our family in the future! What did the advertisement in your republic say... By the way, there are many That ad where a brother takes care of his sister, pet! Do your best!"

Ai Rulong's face was livid, but before he could speak, another very unkind voice came from behind him.

"My niece, I'm afraid it has nothing to do with you?"

Everyone looked back subconsciously. Mrs. Jin was holding Mr. Jin's arm in a long blue dress. Her brilliant blond hair was tied up in a bun, and a strand of permed slightly curly hair hung down one side of her shoulder. The diamond girdle on the waist of the long evening dress looks like an international supermodel walking out of the cover of a fashion magazine that has been meticulously photoshopped.

But at this moment, her expression was not very good-looking, she stared straight at the big boss of the Mitsui Zaibatsu, her eyes gradually became dangerous.

In her view, the other party is nothing more than a disgusting operation that wants to use her son to pursue Aliya-even though you and I have the upper hand in the confrontation, but my son can press your daughter on the bed and act recklessly.