The Adventures of Ten Generations Rabbit

The white-haired boy looked at the brunette boy who seemed to be talking happily, and walked up without hesitation.

Tsuna had just finished sending the message, and was waiting for Heizi Tetsuya's response, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side, wrapping his arms around his shoulder, and a familiar voice rang in his ear.

"Gang, why did you come to France suddenly?" The white-haired boy couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder excitedly as he spoke, and laughed a few times, "Just tell me, I can still go pick you up."

When Gangji heard the voice of the other party, he already knew who the person was, and he was a little happy in his heart. He didn't expect to meet his elder brother here, and when he turned around and saw a familiar face, he only felt that he also had a lot of thoughts. I want to say something, but when I think of this occasion, I plan to wait until after the show is over for a while.

"Long time no see, brother Liao Ping, I didn't know you were in France," Tsuna said helplessly. He clearly remembered that his brother should be in another country, so naturally he would not have thought that the other party would appear here, and this kind of No matter how you think about it, the dinner party in the fashion circle is not suitable for it.

The feeling of communicating in Japanese is really much better. Liao Ping’s head hurts when he thinks of a group of people talking French to him these days. He can barely understand him, and he can’t speak French naturally. Where to go, he managed to understand English and Italian. He thought that this was enough, so he went to school in England with peace of mind. Although he is Japanese, he has a very sunny personality, or a carefree Shaogen Muscles, the body is not inferior to the British guys, and it can be said that he can be said to be a fish in water there. He forgot the hell mode when he was learning languages ​​before, but he didn't expect that he would be transferred by Teacher Bubble a week ago. France came to take the place of Liu Daoku. He originally thought that the headquarters would send him an interpreter to accompany him throughout the whole process, so he agreed so foolishly, but he didn't expect Teacher Bubble to say that the interpreter sent by Pengo Lie to France had lost contact. , I suspect that someone here is deliberately playing tricks, so I won't translate for him anymore, let him play by ear.

Once again, Liao Ping easily believed Reborn's words. Although until now he didn't understand why he came here, he had tried his best to deal with this group of chattering people.

"Gang, the people here are really noisy, I don't understand what they are doing," Liao Ping couldn't help complaining, if the Frenchman who had been following him hadn't come over, he still wanted to To continue.

"Sir, is this your friend?" Jean Lacroix, who saw the intimacy between them, didn't call Ping an 'adult' anymore, but there was no lack of respectful gestures between the words.

He stood beside Ping, and the face of the brown-haired boy was completely covered by the shadow. He looked at the blond boy who was also looking at the two people with a puzzled face, and noticed his supple golden hair. Her hair seemed to glow in the light.

He raised his glass to Kise Ryota with a little interest, "I never expected to see such an excellent model here, which country are you from?"

He has already seen that the boy should be from the East, so he is naturally not interested in which country he is from. The reason why he asks this question is because he has seen that he probably knows the white-haired boy sent by the headquarters. Yes, especially when he hasn't figured out what this person is interested in after so many days, and the tricks he came up with to please him are useless at all, it's a surprise to have a breakthrough point.

Hearing what he said, Kise Ryota kept looking at Tsunayoshi and turned her eyes. The moment her eyes, which were sweeter than Jin Chengcheng's honey, looked at him, the man's movements obviously stopped.

His actions also attracted the attention of several other people. Liao Ping had never seen such an obvious gaffe from a man who always wore an impeccable commercial smile.

"Gang, who is he?" Liao Ping then remembered to ask the identity of the blond boy who had been staring at them, "A friend you made in Japan?"

"Well, his name is Ryota Kise, and I am accompanying him to France this time," Tsunayoshi briefly explained the situation, including their purpose for coming here. Their voices were very small, and they looked like It's whispering in secret.

After listening to what he said, Liao Ping said, "Luo Heke! It sounds extremely familiar!" He thought for a while, but he still couldn't figure out where he had heard it.

After recovering from that gaffe, the man talked to Kise for a few words, but before he had time to express his appreciation for him, he heard the last sentence that Ping hadn't controlled the volume. After offending him, he pressed the blue veins on his forehead that were so angry that he was so angry, he reminded him elegantly and politely.

"Sir, it's Lonako, one of our company's main brands." He didn't expect that after so many days of communication, this person didn't even remember their company's signboard. He just felt that he was from the headquarters. The top brands in the fashion industry are simply ignored by others.

After reminding him of Ping Jing, he finally managed to remember the name that frequently appeared in his ears, but he didn't feel sorry for the painstaking introduction of others, he just felt that this kind of work was really not good It suits me, I hope Teacher Pao Pao can quickly exchange him and Liu Dao Mu, he can't handle such troublesome things.

At this time, Tsunayoshi also introduced Ping a little to Kise, and Kise stretched out his hand and shook Ping as a greeting.

"Kise Ryota," Jean Lacroix handed over his business card, his expression showed that he was in a good mood, and seemed very satisfied with Kise, "I'm looking forward to your next performance."

The blond boy took the business card in a daze. He knew what it meant, and he didn't expect that he would be invited in so easily.

"Great, Kise," Tsunayoshi saw this scene, and after Liao Ping let go of his hand on his shoulder, he walked up to Kise to congratulate him, and at this time, his face completely fell to France's. in the eyes of men.

He felt that his breathing was about to stop, the cup in his hand slipped to the ground, and the crisp sound attracted Gangji's attention.

"Are you okay?" Seeing that the other party was looking at him directly, even Gang Ji felt that something was wrong.

Liao Ping and Kise were also very surprised why his reaction was so violent, but when he thought about the way he saw Kise just now, he felt that maybe this was the CEO's quirk or something. will become like this.

The frequency of the heartbeat increased sharply, something seemed to explode in the ear, and the torrent in the bottom of his heart erupted uncontrollably. Jean Lacroix felt dizzy for a while. After he managed to stabilize himself, the picture that made him There is no way to calm down the face.

"Are you okay?" The white-haired boy looked at him and took a step back so that the waiter who came to pick up the broken glass on the ground could clean it up better. "If you are tired, go and have a rest."

Liao Ping didn't see what was going on with him, he just felt that there was nothing to stay in such a boring place, and it was best to be able to leave, he really didn't understand why Liu Dao Mu would like this kind of occasion.

"Well, you're right," the man opened his mouth and felt his throat tighten. He tugged at his tie but didn't mess it up. "It's really hot here. Should we talk in another place?"

"Ah, there's nothing to say." Liao Ping didn't understand his small thoughts, and said bluntly, "I'm extremely bad at the things you said. You can talk to others in a few days."

It's one thing for a man to choke on his words and see that the other person is absent-minded, but it's another thing to be said something that he doesn't want to say.

He didn't dare to offend the white-haired young man, but he didn't want to let him leave just like that.After hesitating for a while, before he could find a reason to invite them upstairs, the white-haired boy waved his hand directly, "There are still people who need to meet, don't stay with me." leave quickly.

The man didn't dare to say anything more, his eyes swept to the two teenagers, the profile of the blonde model would be in front of him tonight, so the profile of the other teenager would not take too long to reach his in hand.

He said a few words casually, and then left gracefully.

He didn't go to meet other business partners, but watched a few people leave from the corner, turned around, put down the wine glass in his hand, and went to the office on the third floor without attracting anyone's attention.

He closed the door, drew the curtains, and turned on all the lights. For a moment, the light in this room was brighter than when it was illuminated by the sun at noon.After he tapped on the wall, the classical wooden bookshelf decorated with a large number of precious books quickly opened to both sides, and a huge oil painting slowly appeared in front of his eyes.

The golden hair loved by the sun, like the beautiful eyes of stars falling into the sea, he sat quietly on the throne, looking at himself with tolerant eyes.

Anyone who has seen Gang Ji here will find that the face of the man in the painting is at least seven or eight points similar to him.

Jean Lacroix looked at him, did not advance, did not want to retreat.

That's why he loves blonde hair, and it's the backbone of his standing here.

dong dong——

A light knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, and he took over the materials presented respectfully in the hands of others, and casually flipped through them.

"That's all the information about the brown-haired boy next to him?" The generous smiles in front of the teenagers just now disappeared long before they went upstairs, and the image of a good man who has always been a good man also disappeared at this time. Not a shadow was left.

"Only these." The subordinate completed his order as early as the first time, and took all the things that could be collected, good or bad.

"A bunch of trash! Idiots! Like shit!" He mercilessly threw a not-so-thick stack of papers on the subordinate's face, but the man didn't even blink his eyes, as if he couldn't feel the man's dissatisfaction, like As motionless as a wooden man, let him vent.

The man paced back and forth in the room anxiously. After a long time, he gritted his teeth and took out his mobile phone, and made a call.

"Ah! Unexpectedly, Uncle would take the initiative to contact me?" A voice that sounded gentle and lively came from there, and it was easy to hear his good mood at the moment, "Could it be that I finally figured it out, Want to help me?"

The man didn't want to talk to him about these useless things, so he straightforwardly pointed out his reason for coming, "You never said that the tenth generation looks so much like the first generation."

"Oh? What's the matter, who would pay attention to the faces of two men, only a pervert like uncle would like it," his voice was full of vitality, like a child coquettish with an elder, but said He didn't have much respect when he spoke, "Hey, I feel sick just thinking about it."

A man who doesn't feel any pain at all will not answer his words, "If you agree to my conditions, I'm willing to help you."

"I think I already know what Uncle wants," the other side chuckled, "You want the tenth generation?"

"Well," the man's hand trembled slightly where no one could see, "Since there is a new tenth generation, then the previous tenth generation naturally needs someone to take over."

"But uncle is not the only one who wants to take over." There was a crisp sound of wine glasses clinking over there, and the man heard the other party seem to say something to someone else, and then the other party's reply elicited a burst of laughter from him, "haha Haha, you are indeed the one chosen by Pengelie, hey, uncle, as long as you are willing to do your best to help me, he is just a waste, I am naturally capable of handing him over to you alive."

The man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked up at the exquisite painting in front of him, and pulled an unconcealable smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen the ultimate dream, as if he was embracing the light in his heart.

"make a deal."

He put down the phone, strode towards the side of the bookcase, his greedy and disgusting eyes swept over every corner of the portrait, and the subordinate behind him raised his head when he focused all his attention on his imagination, His eyes were cold and ironic, as if looking at a sinner waiting to be slaughtered.