Domineering exposed

Today's Blair family area is particularly lively, as if all the young girls in Heaton have gathered here. Most of the girls are wearing common people's clothes or more shabby long skirts, but without exception. All exceptionally clean and tidy.

They chattered together in groups of three or five, and whenever Lu Yuchen passed by a group, the girls would laugh deliberately, and then excitedly start to exchange something.

Sinrad murmured in dissatisfaction, and then held Lu Yuchen's hand with pride and contradictions, ignoring the jealous or suspicious eyes of other girls along the way with his head held high.

"They may become your future colleagues, Sinrad." Lu Yuchen reminded gently.

"If even a fool like that can enter the Blair family, then I don't care about anything." Syndra raised her small chin arrogantly, and said with the corner of her mouth without looking sideways, "Oh, don't look any more They are gone, talk to me, I am so nervous that my feet are weak."

So Captain Lu nodded and comforted him, "Oh, don't be nervous."

Sinrad twitched the corner of his mouth: "It's really perfunctory."

"It's just a simple interview, Sinrad," the man whispered after successfully being amused by the girl's expression, "You are great, girl, use everything your mother gave you, and you will succeed."

Now, they came to the gate, where more people gathered, the girl standing at the front stretched her neck and looked in expectantly, and the housekeeper and the chief entourage stood far away inside the tall railings Feila and Lu Yuchen frowned slightly, wondering why everyone was standing outside.However, his doubts were soon answered, because the girls were discussing this matter lively——

"Oh my God, did you see that, that's Master Landis, he's as handsome as in a TV magazine!"

"I saw it, but I think Emperor Mandela is more masculine. Oh, did he go into the room with Lord Blair just now? Am I right?"

"What, you mean they'll be watching the entire interview process—do you think I'll have a chance to get into that building, huh? The top floor!"

"Don't be silly little sluts, they don't want civilians as mistresses. Tsk, look at your eyes are shining, use them for something meaningful? Come and help me see my lip liner No—God! The door is open! Has the interview started, sir—”

"It hasn't started yet—excuse me!" A man wearing a second-level entourage uniform squeezed out from the group of girls, and when he finally moved in front of Lu Yuchen, his hat was squeezed crookedly went aside.

"Good morning, Tom." Lu Yuchen nodded calmly.

"Glad to see you're all right, Lu, they say you're sick." Tom muttered, straightening his hat. "Come on man, you gotta change. We got a promotion."

The man was slightly taken aback: "I don't know about this at all."

"This is also just now. Sal said that you were on sick leave and you haven't had time to notify—damn, I didn't see him today, and now we are at the same level as him." Tom said anxiously, "Come on buddy, let's go Is there a job to do—oh, this is it?" He seemed to have just seen Sinrad hanging on the man.

Sinrad curled his lips, then stood up straight, slightly bent his knees and saluted a lady: "Good morning, sir."

"Good morning, pretty little lady, your sister?" Tom looked at his companion inquiringly.

"It's a girlfriend, sir." Before Lu Yuchen spoke, Sinrad took up the topic with a smile.

Captain Lu twitched the corners of his mouth, smiled helplessly and shook his head: "I'm old enough to be your father, girl."

"Who cares, at least you look young." Sinrad shrugged indifferently, then let go of Lu Yuchen and pushed him, "Go, wait for me inside, you can guarantee that when I interview Will you watch from the side, Lu Lu?"

If that person is there, then it can't.

"Maybe my level is not close enough there, but I will try my best. All in all, good luck, girl." Lu Yuchen followed behind Tom without looking back, pushed aside the layers of girls again, and squeezed in. in the gate.

At this time, in Blair Palace, three distinguished men were sitting around a small coffee table, having a leisurely breakfast.

"Huh?" The blond man in a well-tailored dark blue suit stopped drinking coffee, his eyes were tinged with excitement, he sniffed his nose, and called out in a low voice, "Oh, Lord Blair."

The person whose name was called was the latest heir of the Blair family. He was very young, with an ordinary face but revealed a businessman's shrewdness. He showed a knowing smile, and put the food on the silver fork into his mouth, slowly After chewing and swallowing, a sound came out of his throat in response.

"You have hidden a treasure here." Landis moved his buttocks and began to fidget, "I smell it."

Blair glanced at the only one of the three who did not speak, the man with the most distinguished status, with a half-smile. At this moment, he seemed to have not heard his brother's excitement at all, and was concentrating on dealing with himself Omelette in front of you.

"Oh, maybe it's a low-ranking officer or something, but I never knew about it—" Blair protractedly emphasized, and looked at Landis with a sly smile, "What do you think? Lord Landis? "

Landis Mandela was waiting for his words, his eyes lit up and he said expectantly: "First come, first served!"

—— "Then you can wait for the next life."

The tableware hit the table with a blunt sound, and Emperor Mandela lazily threw the tableware in his hand on the table, as if in his view, those so-called aristocratic etiquette were a pile of shit, his gray-blue eyes slightly Squinting, a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "800 years ago, he was mine, silly brother."

Landis: "..."

Blair: "Oh."

Landis stared at Yao's face expressionlessly, as if about to burn a hole in his face: "I don't believe it, give me a fact."

"You have seen him sleeping with his head covered behind my desk countless times. This is the so-called fact, Landis." Yao shrugged gracefully and said a shocking fact.

"What?!" The blond Germanic man jumped up from the comfortable sofa like a child, staring at his brother dumbfounded, "You mean he is that one?"

Yao nodded lightly, the corners of his lips rolled up: "He is."

"Excuse me, may I ask which 'that' is?" Blair gently interrupted the conversation between the two most honored brothers of Fergolle, "It seems that some great person has come to my house .”

"You don't know it's amazing, have you ever tried to talk unscrupulously on the big bed on the top floor of the Empire State Building?"

Blair raised his eyebrows in surprise, then slowly shook his head.

Yao pinched the bridge of his tall nose amusedly: "No joke, don't let him hear this, he will definitely be angry."

Landis silently pointed at his brother and turned to Blair, with "that's it" written all over his face.

Blair nodded knowingly: "The entourage who fled."

"Hey, you've become a folk legend, brother." Landis sat back on the sofa again, put his legs on the table and said gloatingly, "Everyone knows that the honorable Emperor Mandela was killed by his entourage. The story of the official getting dumped so badly - so we haven't had any big public dances for a whole year, aha."

"Surprising." Blair commented objectively.

Landis rubbed against Yao with malicious intent: "Tell me about your mental journey? Come on, dear—men need a little gossip occasionally."

Yao put down the tablecloth that was wiping the non-existent food residue at the corner of his mouth, stood up and straightened the collar of his military uniform, raised his eyebrows leisurely, and said, "I don't think I was the one who got dumped."

"What's that? You dumped him?" Landis made a mocking nasal voice unceremoniously, "Don't be embarrassed, man, who hasn't been dumped yet."

"Ah, I remembered. Lafite did tell me that it was the third-level entourage?" Blair suddenly realized.

"Oh, Lafite, it's my pain again, the faces of the two of you who are discussing triumphantly are really annoying." Landis interjected, "Can't you let me go?"

"Yes, that's him, Lord Blair's news is fairly well-informed—" Yao smirked.

"Queue honestly, my silly brother, maybe it will be your turn in the next life." The man glanced at Blair lightly, and then laughed at Landis, who made a grimace, and then he continued to slow down Tun said, "I don't think he misses me, when he had a high fever because of the virus invasion..."

The man paused for a moment, as if recalling the small, pleasant windfall yesterday, and the lines at the corners of his eyes softened——

"He called me by my first name."

"...oh," Landis said deadpan, "I think I'm going to throw up."