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In an ordinary hotel room, Lester supported Madonna and placed it on the bed, helped her take off her high shoes, and pulled out Louis Vuitton's handbag from her hands.

Didi!

As soon as I put Louis Vuitton's handbag on the table, the phone rang out of the bag.

Lester looked at Madonna who was flipping around on the bed, and could only open her bag, take out a portable cellular phone (big brother's phone) from it, and pressed the switch button!

"Madonna, where did you go? In a blink of an eye, the person disappeared."

As soon as the phone rang, an anxious voice rang at Lester's ears, and his eyebrows were written by Zou Chengchuan and quickly took the phone away.

The other side talked for a minute, and was silent for a while, as if they found that no one on the phone replied to her. They asked strangely: "Madonna, are you here?

"She's fine, she's just drunk.

Lester saw Madonna's female agent's voice became weaker and said to him with his ear;

Who are you and where is she? I tell you not to take advantage of others’ danger!

The female agent opposite the phone was surprised. Unexpectedly, a boy would answer the phone. His voice was slim and he said a series of warnings...

she…

Lester was about to answer, but he felt his hand being pulled toward the bed by his soft hand. When he turned around, the portable cellular phone (big brother's phone) in his hand was thrown out, but the person had already fallen on the bed.

A warm and delicate body wrapped around it, holding Leicester like an octopus.

Hello, hey! Talking, what's wrong with Madonna?"

From afar, Leicester could still hear the anxious voice of the female agent on the phone under the bed. Until fifteen minutes later, the phone hung up and dialed again and again sounded ten times, as if he found that no one was connected here, so he gave up and called.

Lester was one head taller than Madonna. Madonna was like a shy little girl buried in his arms.

The smell of wine and the smell of perfume came into his nose. Lester looked at the classical clock: At 10 o'clock in the evening, he pushed the woman who was wrapped around him away with a headache!

Just as he was about to get up, Madonna tangled Lester like an octopus, causing Lester to turn on the bed, muttering: Don't leave with your pillow!

this…

Lester was a little amused and cried, and his feelings treated him as a pillow.

There was no other way, and Lester could only keep this way. Madonna was holding it as a pillow and put his hands around her waist. The warm touch made Lester feel a little distracted.

But thinking that the phone call just now was considered a malicious person, Lester's face turned red, and he opened his eyes and looked at the top of the bed. As he looked, Lester couldn't resist the fatigue in his eyes and fell asleep.

…

At six o'clock in the morning, the blue sky illuminated the light and shot into the room. The warm touch made Madonna rub. The first thing she thought was: "This pillow is so warm, and the second is that the memories of last night poured into her mind.

wrong!

Madonna opened her eyes suddenly, and she was like an octopus wrapped around Lester. The elegant and handsome boy in front of her made him a little confused. When she realized that she was holding a man, she suddenly let go of Lester and pushed Lester away.

Dong!

Lester, who was already very close to the bed, was pushed away and fell directly from the bed to the ground. The pain of dozing on the ground made Lester wake up with a muffled groan!

Hmm!

Pushing Lester away, Madonna joined together, and the sequelae of drunkenness that could not be prevented surged into her mind. She covered her forehead with a headache, and then recovered and quickly lowered her head to check on her body. Seeing that her clothes were as intact as spring, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Beautiful lady, I was hugged by you all night as a pillow, and you were disliked by you."

Lester stood up and kneaded the stiff and sore muscles on his body, saying unhappy;

sorry!

Madonna turned red and apologized a little embarrassedly. She walked out of bed, put on her high shoes and looked around the room, and said slowly: This...is, how could I be here?

We met in Times Square. You got drunk last night and asked where you live and you didn't say so...

Lester told Madonna helplessly;

After saying this, some messy memories of last night flooded into Madonna's mind, and she remembered that she had drunk with the members in the private room in the bar last night. Oh, it was a piece of it. Madonna said thankfully: Thank you!

You're welcome!

Lester pointed to the portable cellular phone (big brother's cell phone) on the ground and said, "Your agent called last night, I... asked her a few words."

You know who I am!

Madonna was instinctively alert, and thought that Lester had not done anything to her, so she relaxed, but asked in confusion;

I don’t think I can’t even know about the popular female rock singer recently.

Madonna's face changed, and Lester still felt it and explained;

oh!

Madonna felt a complete enlightenment and looked at the time: at 6:30, she remembered that her agent was still waiting for her phone call anxiously. She quickly packed up her things and said goodbye: "I should leave, otherwise my agent should call the police."

Write me a phone number, I think...you should thank me for taking care of you all night.

Lester picked up a piece of paper and pen, put it in front of Madonna, and said with a smile;

Yes, I deserve to thank you!

Madonna took the paper and pen, wrote down her phone, handed it to Lester, immediately picked up her phone and bag, and hurriedly walked outside.

As soon as he left the room, the phone rang. Madonna pressed the switch button and the female agent's voice rang: Tell me, what's wrong with Madonna.

It's me!

Madonna walked into the elevator anxiously and responded;

The opposite of the phone seemed to be choking, and within a few seconds, Lester thought he could hear the roar of the female agent.

What a nice night!

Lester shrugged, put the paper that Madonna left behind the phone in his pocket, smiled to himself, walked out of the room, checked the room towards the waiter, and walked towards the hotel opposite his team.

"I'm finally willing to come back."

As soon as Leicester walked into the presidential suite in the hotel, Emmanuel smelled the perfume on Leicester. Thinking of Leicester's not returning overnight, he said with a slutty smile on his face;

Bertram Fields, who was having breakfast, heard Emmanuel's words and looked at Leicester. Then he realized that as soon as Leicester entered the living room, there was a strong smell of perfume left in the air, and he looked at Leicester with a look that I understood.

Lester was slightly stunned. After smelling it, he realized that the smell of perfume on Madonna was still there. He glared at Emmanuel and said: What you eat can't block your mouth.

Walking into the bathroom, Lester took off his clothes, turned on the water, soaked himself in a large bathtub, washed the remaining perfume smell on his body, got up and put on the prepared calbinklein - the extremely casual American black suit, black shiny leather shoes, and showed a confident smile in front of the mirror.
Chapter completed!