The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 100

The fat girl looked sideways at Caroline, and the fat on her body shook violently as she raised her upper body when she spoke, and she pretended to be exaggeratedly surprised: "Did you just say Channing? Caroline Channing? Slow down." Now, are you that Caroline Channing?"

At this time, everyone around looked over, and at the same time showed meaningful expressions on their faces.

Caroline lowered her chest, and explained in a low voice as if hiding her ears: "Yes, I personally called and asked the organizer, and it must have my name."

She was about to cry.

The fat girl looked down at the list, followed the names one by one with her fingers, and muttered loudly: "Channing...Channing...Channing...No, I don't see the name 'Caroline Channing'."

Caroline was speechless, holding her forehead in embarrassment.

"Shh~ maybe under my name, Max Black, we are together." Mike glared at the fat girl who was deliberately finding fault, and pointed at Caroline with his finger.

The fat girl still went her own way and pronounced Caroline's last name louder.

Caroline felt ashamed: It would be great if there was a Prince Charming, but if you think about it, you know how it is possible?Reality is not a fairy tale~
She knew this from the moment the princess was kicked out of her castle.

At this moment, a clear voice sounded from the door: "Shut up, if you dare to yell 'Caroline Channing' again, I will tear your trachea out of your throat and strangle you, and finally tie a Butterfly!"

Caroline turned her head and exclaimed in surprise, "Ron!"

Then she threw herself into Ron's arms. This night, she had suffered too much, and now, her Prince Charming finally appeared.

Max said arrogantly, "It's 100 times more violent than it sounds."

"Hey, it's okay, I'm here." Ron patted Caroline's back lightly, staring sharply at the assistant who had been finding fault with the party planner behind the fat girl.

"If I remember correctly, this party planner should be Paul Pratt, right?" After getting his assistant's nod, Ron continued: "Now tell him that Ron Lee Cooper wants to attend the party, And help with two female companions, hurry up!"

Frightened by Ron's aura, the assistant pulled the microphone and whispered the name to his boss for a while. Ron watched the young assistant's mouth open wider and wider with satisfaction.

"Sorry, Mr. Cooper, I will arrange for you to enter now, and Paul will come out to apologize to you in person later," the young assistant led Ron to the security check entrance very sensibly.

"So, can you please not bring your gun in? Paul specifically confessed that I must not let you bring your weapon in."

"Of course, how can you bring a gun to the dance~" Ron opened his hands, allowing two staff members to check him with a metal detector one after the other.

Not surprisingly, there was nothing to be found, and the assistant's expression became particularly ugly.

Because his BOSS made it very clear on the phone that this man has a weapon on him at all times, but he must not be allowed to bring the weapon in. He doesn't want Ron to stuff that thing into any hole in his body again. inside.

"Can we go in?" Ron looked at the assistant with a smirk on his face.

"When...Of course," even the metal detector didn't find anything, so naturally there was no reason to continue blocking, so he could only let it go, but he still worriedly called two bodyguards to let them follow Ron closely: "Here Please."

"Bah~"

Walking through the security check channel, Ron was attacked on both sides of the face at the same time. Caroline and Max kissed him on the left and right sides, which made him feel one step closer to playing with the three of them.

"If you hadn't come here, I would have taken Caroline and pretended to be a staff member to sneak in," Max said in surprise, "Ron, I didn't expect you to know Paul, the king of the party!"

"The King of the Party?" Ron chuckled and shook his head: "So he still has this nickname. I always thought his main business was a broker between various capital parties. I don't know him well, but occasionally he forgets When it’s tax time, I’ll go and remind him kindly.”

Of course, there is only one way for Ron to remind him, which is to put the metal gun barrel into the opponent's mouth or ass, and ask him roughly when he can get the money.

This is why Paul has repeatedly emphasized the reason for his assistant to check his weapons, especially after he recently suffered from hemorrhoids.

"Girls," Ron put a light hand on the waists of the two beauties, "I know you're here today with serious business, so you can leave me alone and go about your business~ I wish you success. "

This gentleman's performance once again won him two passionate kisses. Looking at the backs of the two women disappearing at the ball, Ron turned around and looked at the two bodyguards who followed him maliciously, as if they were prisoners. glance.

He doesn't like being followed by people with this attitude, and he must teach them a lesson.

The two big black men immediately felt their ass tighten.

"You... what are you going to do?!" Years of bodyguard career made them realize that Ron was not an easy character to mess with at first sight.

Ron spread his hands in a friendly way: "I accidentally drank too much champagne, how about going to the bathroom? Do you want to go together?"

The two black brothers looked at each other, how long has it been since you came in?Drink some damn champagne? !

"Of course, sir." Frightened by the order on their own, they still planned to follow.

The dance had just started, and Ron walked into the bathroom, which was empty, which was exactly what he wanted. When the two bodyguards also came in, Ron didn't walk towards the urinal, but turned around and looked at the two black boys hehe straight smile.

They laughed so hard that they felt hairy: "You... what are you going to do?"

"Do you know what a crow is flying?" Ron smirked, and before they could answer, he took a few steps back, and then stomped his other foot on the ground in front of him.

The whole body immediately switched to a forward acceleration state, and in just six steps, Ron had already exploded to the maximum speed, just after the two bodyguards took a defensive posture.

Under the horrified gazes of the two, Ron jumped up high, and stretched out the eyes of the two with his hands clasped. After attracting their attention, he immediately leaned back with his strong waist and abdomen, and quickly moved his knees Knelt out.

He knelt heavily on the chests of the two of them.

"Crack!"

Ron seemed to hear the sound of sternum cracking.

The two bodyguards fell to the ground and couldn't stand up anymore. Ron stretched comfortably: "I forgot if I didn't remind you. Paul didn't seem to have paid enough taxes last year. He happened to work overtime~"

The bathroom door opened, and an old man walked in tremblingly, and was instantly taken aback by the scene inside.

"The hygienic floor is too slippery, you must pay attention when walking, Stan Lee, my brother likes you very much."

(End of this chapter)