Correct harassment posture for ex-boyfriend

"As I said just now, casinos not only provide entertainment, but are also gathering places for high-level people in Europe. All kinds of news are flying around in casinos. Whether it is MI[-], the police or various interested parties, they will put their own people in the casino. People, so, Vincent will be careful about anyone. You are a healthy person, you look smart and clever, how can you win his trust? His adoptive father is dumb, he can speak dumb, if you communicate with him in dumb, you will naturally Get his special attention." Mario then asked, "Can you speak dumb?"

"Yes, I learned it in the training camp, but gestures are different in different places. If you want to completely look like a deaf-mute, you need to practice deeply." Steven replied.

"Then let's find a deaf-mute school and let you do an internship for three months. Can we turn you into a deaf-mute?"

"Three months? Two months is enough." Steven said conceitedly.

"Well, you will go through the withdrawal procedures tomorrow, go to the school for the deaf next week, and go to work in the casino after the Christmas holiday." Mario said.

"Mr. Bronte, the work is indeed very interesting, but, I! No! Go! Thank you for your trouble! I have to go back, I have classes tomorrow, bye." Steven looked at the starry city of Pittsburgh, head He walked down the slope without looking back, and with a wave of his hand, the coffee cup in his hand went into the trash can by the roadside.

"This is Vincent's photo, take a look." Mario hurried to catch up and stuffed a photo into Steven's hand.

On the taxi back to school, Steven took out the photo his father gave him, and laughed when he saw it. The photo was a big-eyed beauty with golden wavy hair. His father must have given the photo of his little lover to him by mistake. own.However, since the death of my mother, my father seems to have never looked for a lover.

However, after looking at the photo, he couldn't move his eyes away. This woman is really beautiful, with a moist and plump forehead, thin and creamy skin, vivid and clear purple-brown eyes, and two clumps of eyelashes growing up and down from the edge of the black eyeliner. It is densely raised around the eye sockets, and the high bridge of the nose protrudes between the eye sockets. There is an elegant hook on the tip of the nose. The lip line is outlined by two curved arcs. The lips are moist and full, with a faint glow Two white teeth are exposed under the slightly parted lips, the neck is smooth and pink, and the sexy collarbone is exposed under the V-neck of the black T-shirt.At this time, her small face was slightly raised, and a pair of beautiful eyes looked at Steven affectionately, as if expecting a kiss that would fall at any time.

"Mr Bronte, who is the supermodel in the photo?" he texted his father.

Soon I received a reply from my father: "It's the casino manager Vincent Valentine, he has a transvestite."

Vincent!Steven suddenly felt a little confused. According to his father's story, he imagined Vincent as a shrewd, cold, sinister and cunning thin professional manager. This beauty?Vincent?Is it a man?

He stuffed the photo into his shirt pocket, closed his eyes, and re-read his father's story about Vincent: there were a lot of fans in the casino, countless men and women adored him; Corey and Alice fell in love with him respectively , who died because of jealousy for him; the man who got involved with him had unknown sexual orientation... If he went undercover and only communicated with gestures, how would he face this peerless beauty—a man?

Suddenly, he wanted to go undercover in a casino.

When he opened the rented apartment, his roommate on the first floor told him that his girlfriend was here.

Deng Deng Deng climbed upstairs, he opened the door of his room, and there was a fashionable student-looking woman sitting on the sofa.

"Millie!" Steven shouted happily, stepping forward to embrace the woman in his arms.

"Steven, dear!" The woman pouted her lips, and Steven kissed her.

The two kissed for a while, and Steven asked, "Millie, you don't attend classes at Harvard, why did you come to my place? You didn't tell me in advance, so I can pick you up at the airport."

"Uncle has something to do with you, it's more important than me." Millie replied coquettishly.

"You know that too?" Steven asked.

"Of course, did you agree?" Millie asked eagerly.

"No, I don't want to go." Steven replied hesitantly, his tone not firm.

"Why? You really want to go to Silicon Valley to be a programmer? What's the future? If you go to the casino, you can replace the current CEO within five years. Uncle said that you will be publicly recognized at that time." Millie hugged He acted like a baby.

"You care so much about my identity?" Steven asked helplessly.

"I want to marry you!"

"I can get married as a programmer."

"Pretend to be stupid! I hate it!" Millie patted Steven's face lightly, and said softly, "I understand you, you are someone who wants to do business, and you will never be willing to be an ordinary programmer."

"Millie, programming is also a career. For example, my current team is developing a network software for social services. If the project is completed, it can become a world-renowned enterprise like Microsoft and Google."

"Many students at Harvard imitated Bill Gates and dropped out of school to engage in software development. Once they will be successful, there are a lot of developers for the kind of projects you mentioned. Who knows which one will be successful? Our four The family’s businesses are all mature enterprises, and they can directly participate in the management, so they can maximize their abilities, and different platforms have different starting points. If you are on a high platform, how can you jump back and start from scratch?” Millie’s reasoning Throw them out in sets.

"You seem to want me to go? But, if I go to the casino, we will have to separate." Steven said.

"It doesn't matter. We are only 20 years old this year. In five years, we will be 5 years old. At that time, we will have our own careers, get married again, and have children. Nothing will be delayed." Millie kissed Steven on the cheek.

"So you are a lobbyist sent by Mr. Bronte." Steven laughed.

"No, I want to come by myself. I know you like to challenge yourself, and I believe you can succeed." Millie said.

"You still understand me." Steven kissed her ear.

Steven is very grateful to her. Although he has no identity, Millie has never discriminated against him.They went to the same primary school in the UK, but not the same middle school, and they both went to Cambridge University. This year, he applied to study at Carnegie Mellon University as a graduate student, and Millie also applied to study in the United States with him. Now, he will soon have to return to the UK The undercover agent felt very sorry for her, so he said: "Millie, thank you! After accepting this job, I will no longer have freedom, and the future is very uncertain, so I have to let you go and give you freedom!"

He let go of Millie and stood up.

Millie pondered for a while, and replied: "Okay, let's separate first, and I will wait for you for five years. However, the breakup starts tomorrow."

She stood up, hugged him, and stuck in his arms.

"Well, break up from tomorrow! Now, let's go to bed!" Steven kissed Millie on the lips and carried her to bed.

"If you leave me, will you fall in love with someone else?" Millie asked coquettishly as she unbuttoned his shirt.

"This..." Steven was vague. The special training camp in Russia had set up a special sex training course. The basic principle was: a spy can only have sex, not affection.

Gotta be satisfied!He takes off his shirt.

Vincent's photo flew out and floated under the bed.