Chapter 1663: A Small Thing

The western suburbs of Boston, the rich West area.

This is Ulyana Meretskova's mansion, she stayed here last night, and there are two other women, mainly because there will be no little guys disturbing her here.

early morning.

The time is July 6th, Thursday.

Before breakfast, Simon sat at the long table in the dining room, flipping through a report on the rapid shrinking of the French arms trade in Central Africa, which was obtained after the Westeros system went through various operations a while ago. The result is satisfying.

The sound of footsteps came, and stopped behind Simon with a fragrant wind, followed by two white arms tentatively embracing him.

It's Nikita Monapova.

Simon raised his hand to caress, and pulled the woman over, placed it on his lap, felt the woman's smooth skin against his face, continued to read the report in his hand, and then looked down at the light blue sleeveless dress in his arms. The woman smiled and said: "Light blue is not suitable for you, you can try bright red or pure black."

The more beautiful a woman is, the more she can hold up a color that is ordinary to a bit tacky in the eyes of ordinary people, and can achieve the effect that one plus one is greater than two.

Nikita nodded and said in a slightly soft voice, "Okay."

Simon just smiled, stroking the woman's slender waist, changed the subject, and asked, "Do you know why I gave you that education fund?"

Just yesterday, Simon made a decision to hand over the Eastern European Education Fund, which was originally in charge of Maria, to Nikita for operation.

Nikita didn't expect the man to mention this suddenly, so he paused for a moment, raised his head and looked at the man, still speaking softly, but pointed to the essence: "Because...if I didn't guess, Simon, this fund, then The next direction of operation will not be so pure."

The time we spend together is not too long, but Nikita Monapova, who is well-mannered, can feel that Maria Bezruk is a truly virtuous and gentle woman from the inside out. The fund to aid the education industry in Eastern Europe is really as pure as it publicly stated its purpose. It is actually more appropriate for Maria to be responsible.

Now that the man who embraced her made a decision that went against common sense, it means that this fund... At least in the future, it will definitely not be as simple as it seems on the surface.

The woman's words made Simon very satisfied. He slightly lowered his head and kissed the woman's rosy lips. Simon nodded and said, "Smart, then, next, are you willing to follow my instructions?"

In fact, Nikita really wanted to act like a little daughter, asking small rhetorical questions such as "Is it okay if I don't want to?", after thinking about it, I decided to give up, and nodded obediently: "I will."

Just as he was talking, Maria walked in with two waitresses carrying breakfast. Seeing the appearance of the two, she just gave a certain man a slightly reproachful look.

If it is Ulyana, Nikita still has some thoughts about fighting. For Maria, even if she couldn't do what the other person did, she still got close to him from the bottom of her heart, subconsciously getting up from the man's arms.

Maria put a piece of sweet soup in the middle of the long table. Seeing Nikita stand up in a panic, she made a look that didn't have to be so sure that someone was to blame, and asked, "Is Uriah still awake?"

Nikita shook her head.

At least when she left the bedroom, a pampered young lady showed no sign of waking up.

Maria heard this and turned to a certain man: "Simon, are you going to wake Uriah up?"

"I won't be able to get up when I go to her," Simon joked, and patted Nikita standing beside him: "Go and call her."

After breakfast here, Simon set off again.

Return to New York again.

There's a lot of work that hasn't been done here on the East Coast.

After boarding his own Boeing 767, the plane had just stabilized, and the girl A who came to report some work matters mentioned a small matter.

A little thing Simon almost forgot.

A certain guy, in a certain mental hospital, was choked by something in his throat while eating, and died of accidental suffocation.

Speaking of which, when he saw Christina Aguilera a few days ago, Simon thought of another one. He didn't know what happened to Britney Spears, whose life trajectory had completely changed.

In the study in the front cabin of the Boeing 767, Simon checked today's emails, and after listening to the girl A, he asked, "How did you deal with it?"

"I didn't notify unnecessary people," said girl A, "I was buried at sea after the spark."

Simon nodded.

It was already similar to a missing person, so there was really no need to notify the family members of the incident, it was just right.

It was just a small person who caused a little disturbance. After chatting for a few words, Simon left it behind and continued to listen to girl A talking about other things.

The private plane landed in New York half an hour later.

Simon got off the plane and rushed directly to the headquarters of Westeros Corporation in midtown Manhattan. The morning meeting was better, and it was still time to discuss the processing progress of a batch of assets for the previous equity replacement.

After being so busy, it was already past seven o'clock at the end of the day's schedule.

In the evening, there was a reception at Raybould's house.

two hours.

At ten o'clock in the evening, after bidding farewell to the James family, Simon left in a car. After thinking about it for a while, he ordered the driver. The black Bentley luxury car shuttled through the streets of Manhattan and stopped in front of a villa on West 79th Street in the Upper West Side.

This is where Da Shuangzi lives in New York.

According to what the housekeeper said a few days ago, women are so colorful during this time, Simon feels

Come on, I work so hard, it's reasonable to come here and get a little reward.

Simon arrives, just as the housekeeper, Angourie Davis, arrives with her team of maids.

Even if it is the Wei family's attendant team that is in charge here, it is best to trust someone closer to take care of the boss's schedule and daily life.

What was surprising was that Simon had arrived, the housekeeper had arrived, and a certain lord hadn't come back even though it was so late at night.

Simon sat on the sofa in the living room of this detached building, looking at the Asian waitress who was staying here in front of him. It was obviously arranged by the housekeeper very thoughtfully. Stopped Angore's suggestion to call and urge, crossed his legs, flipped through a magazine he picked up from the coffee table, and said in Chinese: "What's your name?"

The Asian girl in front of me has a very pleasing petite round face, about the size of a palm, but tall and tall, about 1.7 meters old, wearing the uniform of a Wei family maid, her curves are quite slim, but her expression is obviously cramped. It was still the real one, standing in front of Simon, his calf even showed obvious trembling.

When she heard Simon's question, the girl's body visibly trembled again. She obviously didn't realize that the big man in front of her could speak such fluent Chinese, and subconsciously said in Chinese, "I, my name is Xia Zhi."

Simon raised his eyebrows and became more interested: "You don't have a younger sister called Dongzhi?"

The girl shook her head quickly, her face flushed red: "No, no, yes, it's delicate, not the summer solstice."

Simon stared at the girl and said, "Nonsense": "Since your name is Xia Zhi, why isn't it the summer solstice?"

"No," the girl said, and raised her hand to gesture: "Yes...it's the one with the reverse text."

Simon continued to tease: "It's so complicated. I'm a foreigner, but I can't understand any irony. From now on, it will be called Xiazhi, the sister of Dongzhi, the summer solstice."

The girl raised her head and came over in seconds, noticing the smile on the corner of the man's mouth, and finally realized that the legendary tycoon was teasing herself, so she quickly lowered her head and hummed lightly. For some reason, he felt a little more relaxed.

I also subconsciously feel that this... is quite funny.

Thinking of this, the rosy face that hadn't faded became a little more charming.

Simon was surprised that there would be such a shy girl in his attendant team. However, after thinking about it, it's not surprising. After all, he didn't choose a salesman or something, and his attendant team didn't have high requirements for the ability to deal with people.

However, looking at the one in front of him again, Simon couldn't help but continue to tease: "Seeing me so nervous, did I do something bad?"

When the question came out, the girl's slender body trembled, and she quickly shook her head: "No, no, no."

"It seems that there is."

The girl shook her head again: "Really... Really not."

"Where is Zheng?" Simon finally changed the subject slightly: "Hasn't come back so late, did she do something bad and you are hiding it for her?"

The girl could only shake her head again: "No, no, Miss Zheng just... just went to Columbia University to attend a hometown party. I... I didn't expect it to be so late."

Simon is 'unreasonable': "According to your Chinese tradition, it is wrong for a woman not to go home so late, and she must be punished. I can't punish her now, I can only punish you. Tell me, how should I punish?" you?"

The girl couldn't hold back anymore, she collapsed limply on the ground and began to sob.

Simon was speechless.

So insincere.

The housekeeper, who was standing quietly by the side all the time, didn't feel anything.

It is only natural for a big man like his own boss to make some people tremble.

But, this little girl is indeed too useless. Speaking of it now, she doesn't even know how to address her as 'Mr. Westeros', which seems rude. If it was under other circumstances, she would definitely have fired him quietly. However, looking at it now, the boss is obviously quite interested, so he must stay.

It's not a problem for such a little girl to lie on the ground and cry. Angorui looked at his boss, saw the man wave his hand, and then signaled the waitress behind him to get the girl out.

When the people left, Angorui said again: "Boss, do you want me to make a call?"

"No need," Simon shook his head, turned another page of the fashion magazine in his hand, and casually gestured in the direction where the girl was mixed up just now: "Let her come over tonight."

"Um."

"Go get busy," Simon continued, "I just happen to be alone for a while."

The housekeeper agreed again and left quietly.

Simon patiently flipped through two full fashion magazines, and when he reached the third one, there was finally a movement at the door.

There was more than one person, talking and laughing.

Simon didn't bother to turn his head, but felt that the talking and laughing behind him stopped abruptly, as if someone had suddenly strangled his neck, and then came a probing voice: "Si... Simon?"

Closing the magazine in his hand, Simon finally turned his head and saw four women at a glance. The one who spoke just now was not Da Shuangzi, but the Chinese woman Joan Chen who became famous in the 1980s. He also had some small intersections before. On the other hand, Da Shuangzi was stunned, obviously did not expect someone to appear here, and, with a guilty conscience, obviously realized that it seemed a bit late for him to come back.

However, to Simon's surprise, apart from the two, there was another girl who was clearly wearing a maid's uniform, and he happened to know another person.

Surname Yang.

A once famous hostess also founded a

A high-end talk show.

Um.

Not the one from Sir Tan.

Real high-end interviews, interviewed a series of world-class political and economic figures.

With such a sweeping look, Simon saw that a group of women had been immobilized, and quickly patted the magazine on his lap: "Come on, sit down, let me wait for so long, let's do a serious review first."

The four women returned to their souls.

Walking towards Simon, his attitude was obviously different. Da Shuangzi was really guilty, Joan Chen was delighted, that Ms. Yang...or maybe it was Ms. Yang, who boldly looked at Simon with obvious eagerness to try.

The three women came to the sofa, Da Shuangzi sat next to Simon, Joan Chen stepped quietly and grabbed the single sofa next to Simon, and the last Ms. Xiao Xunxun chose a single sofa that was easier for men to see.

The last waitress obediently stood aside, showing no intention of taking a seat.

However, compared to the girl who was frightened and softened just now, this tall and beautiful girl with a melon-shaped face has a lot more agile eyes, and the position she chose is also the position closest to the man in the middle of the sofa where Simon and Joan Chen are. , quite bold.

Such an obvious contrast made Simon forget to question Da Shuangzi Xingshi beside him for a moment, turned to the girl, and asked in Chinese, "What's your name?"

Seeing the big man looking up at her, the girl quickly bowed her body and said respectfully: "Mr. Westeros, my name is Wendie, Wen of the article, the butterfly of the butterfly." After saying this, the girl paused, and then One more sentence: "Mr. Westeros, you speak Chinese really well."

"Really?" Simon deliberately asked back, and said with a smile: "However, I seem to have forgotten how to write the butterfly. Can you teach me?"

Hearing what the man said, the girl lowered her body immediately, squatted down, and gave birth to a slender white hand, and was about to gesture on the armrest of the sofa, when she saw the man stretching out a big hand, she quickly reached out to hold it carefully, while Writing in Simon's palm, he explained with a serious expression: "It's like this, Mr. Westeros, next to the bug, and then, the top is the world of the world, and the bottom is the wood of the wood, which is easy to remember."

"Oh," Simon nodded, and said again: "Your hands are beautiful."

The girl showed a flattered expression, and it was obvious that she wanted to blush, but unfortunately she didn't succeed, and said skillfully: "Thank you."

As he spoke, the scallion-white index finger continued to draw on the man's palm without leaving, obviously expecting something.

Simon didn't continue, he withdrew his hand, turned to Da Shuangzi, and motioned to Ms. Yang: "Introduce me?"