The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 267 Strict Group Rules 1

"Boom!"

The small red leather shoes made a crisp sound when they stepped on the smooth marble floor tiles.

Her delicate little hand, as white as jade, smacked the door, but missed.

"What happened to you last night? What you said on the phone was very confusing. The head of the Special Bureau in New Orleans led a team to the hotel in the middle of the night. Did you do something earth-shattering and bad?"

Madison frowned slightly, pursed her moist red lips and asked a series of questions to the young man who opened the door.

"You are here, let's have breakfast together when we go to the restaurant."

The sleepy-eyed Zhu Mingyao scratched his hair and nodded with the two little witches. He threw his pajamas on the sofa and waved for some casual clothes.

"Let's talk about it while eating. That's really exciting, right..."

He put on one sleeve and walked downstairs. Suddenly he seemed to remember something and pointed to a suite next to him:

"By the way, I brought a friend back at night. Go buy some clothes for the girl. All her clothes are ruined. Hmm... I also need underwear. I asked her about her measurements. She seems to be a little smaller than you... …”

The footsteps behind him stopped, Zhu Mingyao turned around in confusion, and met Madison's incredulous face.

Her pretty little face was stiff and twisted, and a few thin blue veins appeared on her forehead. She raised her fingers tremblingly.

"You... you bastard, what did you do to others? Is it really so good? Even your inner... underwear was damaged? Did you even... try on your measurements?"

As if releasing a weakened version of the banshee's howl, the girl's penetrating and sharp roar shook the entire floor, causing the shocked waiters to rush over to check.

After taking a clear look at the petite figures dancing wildly in the corridor, their heads immediately retracted like springs.

Our eldest daughter is angry because of her male companion's affair. We can't pay too much attention to this kind of thing.

Workers must be discerning! The dedicated hotel staff decided to act like they didn’t see anything…

Well, except for spreading gossip in private!

……

……

Under the high dome stitched with gorgeous fabrics, the cheerful melody of the "March of Venice" reverberated wildly. Notes floated out from the huge old-fashioned gilt gramophone, jumping and chasing each other, like a happy waltz.

——This is not a metaphor.

The small pattern formed by the transparent shimmer swayed, was knocked upside down by the silky and smooth velvet stage curtain, bounced twice on the balloons, passed through the complicated and exquisite colorful silk raffia, and rolled again Falling onto the auditorium covered with embroidered gold chair cushions.

The slender half note rolled over, and she climbed up timidly, holding the whole note like a mirror and looking at herself in the mirror. Suddenly, she was held in the arms of the big and round full rest and forced to be intimate with her, while the eight-pointer dragging her pigtails Two brothers, the musical note and the sixteenth-note, were lingering on the side, watching with both grief and anger.

If this vivid and human scene fell into the eyes of a certain female author, she would be able to brainstorm at least a 100,000-word story.

But not everyone in this world is as good at divergent image thinking in special fields as the female channel sisters.

At least the machine geek sitting next to him definitely doesn't have such a special talent.

Therefore, he just glanced at it and withdrew his anxious gaze. His body was twisting as if on pins and needles, and he humbly lowered his head and looked at the ground, quietly waiting for the announcement of the "leader" on the stage.

"Mr. Kevin McAleese, our dear [Props Master]..." The long-drawn voice was relaxed and cheerful, but it was like a heavy hammer hitting him. He shuddered, buried his head a little deeper, and opened his eyes. It seemed like they were almost touching the floor.

"From the first day you joined [Circus], you should have been told repeatedly about the importance of rules and regulations... Your work is easy and comfortable, and every member can find their favorite fun, and there is even a regular schedule Use your free time to have fun, just like this time... take a look..."

There was a hint of regret in his words: "Everyone had a happy holiday, but you were the only one who had an accident. Wow, what can I say?"

As if on purpose, every word the other person said was chewed over and over in his mouth, and his tone of voice was high and low, which sounded childish and funny.

But such a ridiculous sound penetrated into the ears of the machine geek, but it was like boiling acid and extremely cold liquid nitrogen being poured into it, making him feel that the parts in his head were rapidly corroding and brittle.

"I... I'm sorry, Mr. [Captain]. It was just a moment of negligence. It was all because... an unexpected strong person intervened. I will remember the lesson and ensure... that there will be no next time... "

The cruel and cold-blooded [Props Master] trembled his lips, and his teeth made of witchcraft alloy clashed with each other. He tried his best to defend himself, trying to reduce some of his responsibility.

"Well, I believe it!"

A pair of colorful and wide pointed leather boots stepped into the [Props Master's] lowered field of vision, and then a white glove stretched gently and was placed on top of his head.

"I have every confidence...that you will remember your lesson."

The endless darkness squirmed in, instantly swallowing up the mind of the machine weirdo, dragging his consciousness down, sinking, sinking in the endless and deep icy abyss...

In a daze, there seemed to be several people arguing noisily.

"Kevin, don't pretend to be asleep there!"

"Snapped!"

A heavy and sharp slap woke him up from the chaos.

The blond boy opened his eyes, caressed his burning cheeks, and stared blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar sight. What appeared in front of him was a wooden single-family villa.

Coffee spilled on the tapestry, the ashtray smashed the vase, a family photo fell at his feet, the glass frame shattered, and the grinning portraits were scratched.

"How could you hit him?" A pair of palms covered with luxurious jewelry stretched out and gently held the boy's face. His tone was as if it was soaked in honey, and it was so flattering that it made people feel uncomfortable.

"You see, little sweetheart, only mom loves you the most. Let me be your guardian. Mom will take you to tour the world to perform and become a star. We will make a fortune..."

His fat arms pushed the woman away:

"Shut up! You despicable bitch! Don't think I don't know who secretly gave him those addictive little pills!"

The rough man cursed, interrupting her flattering smirk.

"Listen Kevin! Don't look at daddy getting angry often, but that's for your own good! Sign the authorization letter obediently and let me be your agent. From now on, we will live a happy life together, and daddy will let you enjoy success. The life a man should live is to have as many beautiful girls as he wants!"

"Get away! He's mine!"

"You just have to get out of here, don't even think about taking this money tree to yourself!"

The crazy curses were like barbed iron whips, and the ugly faces were like sharp steel blades, tearing apart the coat of tenderness bit by bit, scattering the fresh flesh and blood of the young man, and ravaging his heart into a ball of debris.

(End of this chapter)