Mixed In the United States As a Local Tyrant

  Chapter 53 You Jianren

  The only thing An Feng felt when he woke up the next day was that his head was dizzy and uncomfortable. He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling above his head in a daze for a while, the glass door was open, the morning breeze blew in across the swimming pool, it was a bit cold, An Feng subconsciously wanted to pull the blanket, but when he turned his head, he was stunned.

   This is not a hotel.

  He was lying on a big bed. Why? Because there are one... two... three, three women lying on it. He pulled back the blanket to get up, well, the fourth one shrank under the blanket. Gently took her hand away from her stomach, sat up with her legs tucked up, rubbed her aching head to look for her mobile phone...the fifth one was lying on the wool carpet under the bed, sleeping in a daze, An Feng I patted her face and there was no response.

He tiptoed to find the phone and the pants he threw on the ground, put them on in a hurry, and looked back for the last time before walking out of the room, oh my god, it must not be done by himself... After he walked out of this door, he gradually recalled what happened last night Absurd scene: everyone drank too much, had enough high, the minors went home, the grown-ups stayed, all naked, high spirits, doing whatever they had to do. An Feng pulled a group of Yanmars to the guest room, and then, like a perpetual motion machine, repeated on the woman, repeated and repeated.

  Recalling this process, I felt tired more than pleasure, and felt a little guilty. He doesn't owe anyone, but there are so many people together, it's a bit... To be honest, he had the idea of ​​hooking up with girls before he came, but his intentions were pure, including only one! What's going on with these five or six now?

  This is the same as saving up 10,000 yuan with great difficulty and planning to buy a local tycoon with a tea egg filled with excitement, but only to find out the truth that he can actually buy 5,000 when he arrives at the place. I can't accept it, I'm not mentally prepared... To sum it up, there is actually only one sentence: Bitch is hypocritical.

An Feng scorned his own hypocrisy, walked into the living room, and saw Roger lying on the sofa with his head tilted, his body covered with a woman's bra, and the carpet was covered with colorful underwear. It is estimated that the living room was more beautiful than the guest room last night. Still fierce. He reached out and shook Roger a few times, then sat across from him.

   Roger waited for a while to get up, and sighed: "Am I going to be late?"

be late? An Feng glanced at his watch and gloated: "Haha, it's almost 12 o'clock."

   "I bought it!" Roger patted his head, and it bounced like an electric shock: "I can't play so crazy in the future. By the way, did you play well last night?"

   "It's ridiculous!" An Feng shook his head, "Where did you find so many women?"

  Roger smiled smugly. Just as he was about to speak, the mobile phone on the ground rang. He wobbled and touched it a few times but couldn't grasp it. Finally, An Feng picked it up for him. Roger took the phone and said thank you, then he casually leaned back on the sofa, talking honey and playing video communication.

It was Roger's girlfriend Miranda who called last time, the woman who was a former supermodel and then a fashion director. An Feng wanted to avoid it, but he saw a hot girl wearing only T pants dangling behind Roger. However, he didn't care if he fell into the background of the video call, he moved his **** and sat down again.

  Roger chatted for a few minutes, put down the phone and asked, "What did you just say?"

   "It's nothing." An Feng shook his head and changed the subject: "Isn't it your girlfriend who called you?"

   "Miranda? That's right." Roger put his feet on the table and rubbed his face. "We live together, sleep together at night, and love together."

   "Then she doesn't mind you messing around like this?" An Feng raised his chin and looked at the girl who was looking for clothes, the meaning couldn't be clearer.

Roger waved his hand and said with a smile: "We have an agreement that we will not interfere with each other's private life unless we really decide to get married before we remain faithful to each other. You know that it is important to keep things fresh, and you also It’s not that you’re having a good time, what’s so strange about it!”

  An Feng looked contemptuous: "I'm different from you. I've already broken up with my girlfriend. It doesn't matter who I'm with. And I was mostly passive last night."

   "Good reason." Roger despised him too.

   "Thank you! If I had a girlfriend, I would be loyal to her, so I wouldn't do such a thing." An Feng just felt that he was more noble.

Roger laughed after hearing this: "That's so boring, can you be sure that she is your wife in the end? This kind of love is too tiring. I have pursued true love before, but I can never find the feeling of being together for a lifetime as shown in the movie. , It’s not as good as the contract couple of Miranda and I! The contract description: each other needs each other, and the spirit complements each other, and the rest will be discussed later. If it’s suitable, we can get together, but I’m still young, so don’t worry!”

  An Feng understands, what a contracted couple said is so noble, it's not a sexual relationship. However, Roger's kind of open love is strange, it may be a common phenomenon in the circle of rich people. After you get tired of playing, you can choose someone who feels right, and get married safely and steadily.

Roger looked at An Feng with a mean smile on his face: "You just broke up? It must be that there is no one around, and you are lonely? Before you prepare for a new relationship, do you think the relationship I mentioned is very good? Very Freedom? Longing for it? Want to learn from me? Thinking about doing something different?"

   "Fuck you!" An Feng hit him with a pillow.

  Roger dodged, smiled and slapped his thigh: "I see through you! Bitch!"

  …

  The matter of the loan in the afternoon is still not settled, and it is expected to take until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Roger is going out to fulfill the obligations of his contract boyfriend: visiting the class and showing affection. He also invited An Feng to go with him, but An Feng habitually refused, so he didn't want to disturb other people's two-person world. But Roger said Miranda was working.

  Roger: "There are a lot of very hot models there, do you want to go for food?"

  An Feng: "Are you my livestock?"

   Then he went... how else would it be a bitch.

  The location is located in the Beverly Hills area, surrounded by fashionable bars, high-end perfume shops, custom clothing stores and so on. As a fashionista, Miranda naturally couldn't do without Beverly's circle of celebrities, otherwise how could she lead the trend?

  The place of work is a very common three-story building, almost all of which are low-rise buildings along the way, and the stores of luxury cars Bentley and Double R only have one or two floors. Luo Jie bought a bouquet of flowers on the way, sprayed some men's perfume on his body, wore sunglasses, and walked in very sexy, An Feng automatically stayed away.

An Feng picked up a previous issue of the monthly magazine and flipped through it casually. Most of the content was oriented towards high-end, and the circulation was very small. They talked about high-end enjoyment such as jewelry, clothing, luxury cars, yachts and planes. Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands for a watch, ordinary people can't afford it.

  Going to the shooting scene with Roger, we happened to meet a group of models in fashionable clothes standing under the light to take pictures. The cameraman was very busy. Miranda was conducting the scene, Roger stepped forward to deliver flowers, she hugged and kissed him, and then opened her arms to An Feng.

   "Hi, Bruce!" Miranda still remembered An Feng's name.

   "Long time no see, Miranda, you are still so beautiful." An Feng kissed her twice politely, usually the more times, the better the relationship. If you come here ten times, people will say you are crazy.

   "Thank you." Miranda said with a smile, "I still have some work to do, so feel free, there's coffee over there."

  Roger said: "You are busy, I can see you."

   "So－sweet (so sweet)!"

   After the words fell, the models or staff next to her were envious of her boyfriend's thoughtfulness, and she also accepted everyone's flattery with a sweet face.

   An Feng glanced at the "sincere" Roger, he should be able to win a best actor in Hollywood, right?

Sit down with Roger and watch the scene. The models are very good. They are tall and have long legs. They are all around 1.7 meters. Walking around in ten-centimeter high heels for a long time, I feel that the bright back is not easy to mix.

Luo Jie was bored and whispered to An Feng: "These models who meet the supermodel standard are just good-looking. In fact, they have been on a severe diet, and they don't have much meat on their bodies. They feel like they are bones when they are pressed down. Only people like "The Sun" The 'Third Edition Girls' of "Playboy" and the "Cover Girls" of "Playboy" are the best."

  An Feng said: "That should be called Feng-man, right?"

  Roger nodded: "That's right, the proper plumpness can perfectly reflect the curves of the front, back and sides, right?"

  An Feng deeply agreed.

  Professor Roger suddenly raised his head and stared at the front: "Look at that girl, wow! The front is straight and the back is tight, the skin is tight, it's rare to see! I give you a figure of 90, how about you?"

   After taking a few glances, An Feng said seriously: "80! I am an oriental, look at my face! I also feel sorry for the Asian female compatriots: you can only flirt with this figure in your mind."

   Roger stood up for his national heart.

  After several rounds of filming, the tall Yanma with curly brown hair stepped off the stage, took off his high heels after sitting down, and rubbed his sore and soft feet. Inadvertent action, infinite charm.

  An Feng glanced at Roger, got up decisively and left: "Brother, I'm sorry, in fact, I also gave 90 in my heart."

   After finishing speaking, An Feng sat in front of Yanma.

  Roger looked up and saw An Feng talking and laughing with 90-point Yanmar. He was dumbfounded for a long time, and then said: "You bitch!"

  (end of this chapter)