The Goddess Shines on America

Tonight is Friday, and No. 7 Wenton Street ushered in a lively day. As a tycoon of a Wall Street venture capital company, Mr. Lawrence, a French immigrant, held a party at home and invited many customers to come and gather.

"Sergey? Sergey!"

Pauline whispered: "There is another car coming, don't you keep an eye on it?"

Sergey opened his eyes in a daze, and looked at the mansion in the distance through the windshield: "A Porsche, good guy, I wish I could have one too."

Paulin was sitting in the co-pilot. Due to her wide body and fat body, she was a woman, and a beard-like hair grew on her lower lip: "Keep an eye on it, Sergey, although the current They are all well-known people, but who knows who the suspect will be? He is likely to be wandering around Vinton Street recently, and this is a good opportunity to find prey!"

Sergey took out a half-eaten Big Mac from the clutch box: "I always say you are nervous, my dear, the police station has not yet confirmed whether there is really a serial murderer, why are you in a hurry?"

As he spoke, he took a bite of the hamburger, watched a fiery red Porsche preparing to stop on the side of the road, and said loudly, "It's really luxurious!"

It is indeed very luxurious.

Since five o'clock in the afternoon, cars of astonishing grades have been parked near the road. Small sports cars are not surprising at all. Bentleys and Rolls Royces can also be seen. The surrounding neighbors have long been unable to resist looking.

After all, the house of Lawrence's house is very gorgeous. In this pure middle-class community, it can be regarded as a mansion.

At the same time, thanks to the fact that the area of ​​this house is indeed astonishing, it is enough to be equal to the sum of six neighboring buildings, so that additional private parking spaces can be provided, so as to avoid a large number of disputes over illegal parking.

When the hour hand passed seven o'clock in the night, Speck finally arrived.

He got out of his Lincoln sedan, dressed in a neat black suit, and strolled in the well-decorated garden of Lawrence's home. He came a little late, but the head of the house who was supposed to welcome the guests was not at the door, and he was talking with a colleague.

"Lawrence's social circle is still as extensive as ever. I actually saw the CEO of Paramount?"

At this time, the garden was full of men and women chatting and laughing. Speck looked around and immediately found three Hollywood actors among about ten guests. Although they were only minor celebrities, the box office of their works was not low.

"Oh, no, it's Mr. Speck, you were also invited by Lawrence?"

Just when Speck was about to enter the house, a middle-aged man appeared from a corner of the garden and walked towards him quickly: "Bantam Books has been booming recently, I'm really envious!"

"Peter! Even if I live in New York, I still have the habit of subscribing to your Los Angeles Times! Are you busy recently? The Olympics are coming, and I see that you, the editor-in-chief, have lost a lot of weight!"

"Haha, this joke is interesting, very interesting! Speck, to tell you the truth, even though I live in Los Angeles now, I also read the New York Times every day, and the Washington Post every day!"

"You two, don't you come to try the cocktail specially prepared by Mrs. Lawrence?"

It was a Paramount executive, and Speck was momentarily embarrassed because he forgot his name. After receiving the cocktail, he quickly walked into the house. After all, it is too impolite not to remember a person's life.

"Hey sir, would you like some cookies? My mother baked them herself."

At this time, a girl in a dark green dress walked towards Speck.

Her jet-black hair was combed into a straight Ji hairstyle. Although she was only twelve years old, when she raised her head, a strong glamorous aura rushed over her face.

"Oh, I know you, Sissy, don't you? How's your father doing? Bonjour?"

As soon as Speck finished speaking, he was surprised to see the daughter of the Lawrence family showing a jealous and helpless expression.

"...uh, did I do something wrong?"

In desperation, he quickly picked up a cookie and put it in his mouth: "Oh my god, it's really delicious!"

However, the girl Sissy still stared at him resentfully, which made Speck even more at a loss.

I ate the cookies your mother baked, and praised them for being delicious, and they are indeed delicious. Why are you not happy?

"Sir, Bonjour means good morning in French."

Beside him, another girl's snickering voice sounded.

"...Aha?"

Speck looked around in astonishment, subconsciously froze.

This is an amazingly beautiful girl.

It stands to reason that that face is not an oriental beauty under the traditional European and American aesthetics. It has no phoenix eyes, no high cheekbones, and no sallow complexion. But for some reason, Speck just felt that the girl's fair complexion like jade, paired with delicate and shiny skin, coupled with those sapphire-like eyes, gave him the illusion of encountering a muse in an instant.

"Ahem, sir?"

Alice recognized the other person's expression in the blink of an eye.

In my previous life, when I stood under the stage and watched Xiaohua singing on the stage, I basically had such an expression.

But the problem is...

Alice looked at her body. This white dress was indeed very beautiful. Through the appropriate style design, she neither looked childish nor too precocious. From the perspective of a normal wolfman, that is the so-called appearance that sets off an angelic girl with a pure temperament of lily petals.

Therefore, it is not surprising that this 40-year-old man in a suit and leather shoes also showed this expression.

But the problem is...

Ma'am, I'm only twelve years old, okay? ?

What the hell do you mean by showing Brother Pig's image to an elementary school student! ?

Do you control LOLI? ?

Miss Ben endured the "strange feeling" of being empty in her lower body with great difficulty, and it was rare for her to meet a strange uncle once she put on a dress! ?

Yes, strange feeling.

This is indeed the first time... eight or nine years later, when Alice puts on a dress for the first time as a big girl. As a human being, since she has been determined to be a girl and cannot be transformed back, it is impossible for her to say that she has never been interested in wearing skirts.

It's just that this feeling is too awkward. When Alice finally put it on under Sissy's encouragement, she felt it immediately.

When a warm breeze passes through the "tang", the sai-obsessed little Fengshen never forgets to stretch out a mischievous hand to touch her milky white "fat times".

It's cold and cold~!

"Ahem, sir, may I ask who you are?"

After Alice repeated it three times, Speck realized her gaffe: "Oh, sorry, my name is John Speck, the chairman of Bantam Books."

Not intending to hand over the business card to Alice, Speck smiled and said, "I'm really surprised, where is this beautiful little girl from? Miss Lawrence, is she your classmate?"

Sissy held the cookie plate and said coldly: "She is my neighbor and good friend, if Mr. Speck has had enough cookies, please go to the third table at the door and write down your feelings about it , my mother would be happy to see suggestions from guests."

"Oh, of course that's fine."

Speck smiled and said, "Although I'm not a writer, I'm still the owner of a publishing house. It's really easy to write reviews for your mother's delicious cookies..."

"Oh, isn't this John!?"

At this moment, a tall, handsome, blond man walked over, accompanied by another middle-aged man: "You don't want to say hello to me immediately when you come! But now it seems that you already know me Daughter Sissy?"

"Mr. Lawrence, Mr. Speck seems to like cookies, and he's going to write a very good review for your wife."

Seeing Sissy's father coming, Alice's blue eyes suddenly burst into maliciousness: "Why don't we quickly find an empty room and let Mr. Speck write a thousand-word evaluation? He said it , as the owner of a publishing house at the level of Bantam, it is no problem to write this kind of thing!"

Sissy and Alice looked at each other, and the emerald green eyes were full of cunning: "Yes, Dad, Mr. Speck also said just now that he is very good at French. After eating the cookies made by his mother , let alone write a review in cursive fonts and French~ Hey, Mr. Speck, you won’t let us down, will you?”

"Yeah yeah, look everyone, Mr. Speck ate five cookies!"

Attracted by Alice's sharp voice, four or five people surrounded the house. Seeing that the plate in Sissy's hands was indeed half empty, everyone naturally interrupted.

"Isn't this Speck? When did you suddenly become interested in French cookies? I remember when you were in Yale, didn't you hate France the most?"

"Hate? Hehe, anyone who always fails in foreign language class will be like this. By the way, kid, give me a piece too."

"One plate is ten yuan in total. I said Speck, you ate half of the plate of cookies by yourself. Do you still have the stomach to taste other delicacies?"

"Hey, everyone, this Domilion next to me is very good at writing scripts, why don't you ask him to submit a work for Hollywood, and it's called... How about "Uncle Speck Who Loves Cookies"!?"

For a moment, the area where Alice and Sissy were located became the focus of everyone's attention. The area of ​​the living room was not much in total. When more than five people laughed in a circle, more people could not help but gather when they saw that the party organizer, Mr. Lawrence, was also present.

As for Speck himself, he could only keep laughing wryly amidst the teasing laughter of the crowd. It is no secret in the industry that Speck, the chairman of Bantam Press, one of the largest publishing houses in New York, does not know French and hates it.

It seems that now, even the little girl next door knows the story!

"Hey, Lawrence, you haven't given a speech yet."

When a man spoke loudly in the distance, the audience fell into silence for an instant.

"As the most famous venture capitalist in the entertainment industry on Wall Street, you suddenly moved to Los Angeles last year. It must not be to take care of yourself. It's already past seven o'clock, and I haven't told everyone, what exactly do you have? Are you going to?"

Standing with Sissy, Alice raised her wrist and looked at her watch. It was indeed getting late.

Tonight, the reason why she was invited by Sissy to come to their house to attend the party has something to do with the nature of the party.

Looking around, they are all lucky business owners of the venture capital firm Mr. Lawrence belongs to. Five executives from Paramount in Hollywood came to join in the show, and the owners of major publishing houses and newspapers in New York, Philadelphia, Seattle, San Francisco and other places also attended. As a person who can see many celebrities in the entertainment industry, how does Alice feel? Can you join in the fun?

However, when Alice saw that Mr. Lawrence was about to speak, her eyelids began to twitch uncontrollably.