Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 187 Leslie has a headache

A moment later, before Sean went to the lounge to change his clothes, Leslie had already walked in with Fiona.

"Handsome boy!"

(Charismatic guy)

Before Leslie could say anything, Fiona walked up with her fiery red hair and blurted out: "Are you using Chinese Kung Fu?"

"Oh, of course!" Sean said nonsensically while buttoning his shirt: "You know Fiona, Chinese people know kung fu!"

Fiona made an exaggerated expression: "Wow, that's really cool!"

"Sean, I love you so much, you are so awesome!" Leslie was not in the mood to notice anything wrong with her sister at this time, and just kept exclaiming: "Oh my God, you know what, August The tower is finished, I guarantee, his spine must have been broken by you!"

"Really?" Sean shrugged noncommittally: "I hope God can bless him."

After finishing speaking, before Leslie could continue to speak, Sean turned to look at Fiona, winked and said in a joking tone: "Hi, Fiona, I heard you say you love me."

"NoNoNo!" Leslie quickly spoke to retort: ​​"That's just..."

"Of course, baby!" Fiona interrupted Leslie's words without any scruples, blinked her big eyes and said mischievously: "As long as you can deal with my brother, I think we can date."

"That's really the best!" Sean borrowed the opportunity to go down the slope and agreed on the spot. It's just Leslie. How could he, a seasoned man, still be unable to handle such a chick?

"Hey, listen Sean, this is absolutely impossible!" Leslie emphasized, waving her arms and emphasizing: "Absolutely!"

Fiona looked at him with a narrow smile. She wanted to see if Sean could defeat her brother.

"Hey, listen to me Leslie!" Sean shook his head, took the suit handed over by Andre and put it on his body: "We are the closest friends, don't you think so?"

"Of course!" Leslie was stunned for a moment, then shook his head like a rattle: "But this is not okay. Damn it, I don't want to object to you, but you should know better than me!"

The most fundamental reason why he disagreed was because Sean was an arms dealer. This identity destined Fiona to have trouble getting along with Sean. Coupled with Fiona's temper, he felt dizzy just thinking about it.

"Of course I know." Sean spread his hands and sat on the sofa: "But you know your sister's character better than I do. What do you think will happen if she interacts with ordinary people? Or are you planning to form a marriage of interests for her? Do you think Fiona would be willing?"

After a pause, Sean leaned forward, his body filled with strong aggression: "And, if I guessed correctly, Fiona should have a lot of suitors, right? But the result is obvious, isn't it?"

The curious look in Fiona's eyes became more intense. As the youngest and most favored girl in the family, she was not worried that she would become a tool for profit marriage. Sean was right about one thing. The pursuit around her There were many people, but no one could give her that feeling of rapid dopamine secretion, but Sean did it.

Leslie scratched his head irritably: "Damn it, I shouldn't have invited you over in the first place!"

"No!" Sean shook his head and said, "Leslie, you really hurt my heart. We are best friends!"

"But now you want to pick up my sister!" Leslie felt very helpless: "And you are about to succeed, damn it!"

"Isn't that just right?"

Sean Tian said shamelessly: "We call it kissing and kissing, isn't it?"

"NoNoNo!" Leslie shook his head with a headache: "Let me think about this." In the end, Sean still failed to convince Leslie, but he no longer held an overly firm attitude. This can be regarded as some progress. Sean is not anxious about this at all. To deal with things like brother-in-law, you need to take your time and there is no need to rush.

Tonight's cocktail party came to an end with the end of the boxing match. Under the leadership of Leslie, Sean and others left the hotel, got into the car that had been prepared, and headed straight to Cape Manor. On the road, they could see, Many luxury cars left the hotel, and their destinations were also headed straight to Cape Manor.

The inside and outside of Cape Manor were filled with all kinds of luxury cars, and it was obvious that guests were already arriving one after another.

As soon as everyone got out of the car, the waiters who had been prepared in the manor came out to welcome them and bowed respectfully.

"Sean, welcome to Fiona's birthday party. I hope you will be satisfied tonight. We have prepared the top wines produced by Bordeaux Obiang Winery. I believe you will be satisfied!"

Chateau Obiang is located in the town of Bordeaux, France. It is the oldest winery in the world. It began producing wine in 1549. It is more than two hundred years older than the famous Chateau Lafite. It is also the world's top winery. One of the top five wineries.

"Well……"

Sean tilted his head and looked at Fiona: "I like fine wine, but if Fiona is willing to drink with me, then I think there will be no regrets tonight."

After saying that, he looked at Fiona with expectant eyes, without any concealment.

"Of course I have no problem with that."

Fiona flipped up her fiery red hair, glanced at Leslie next to her, and said narrowly: "But someone seems reluctant."

"Oh, that's really a pity!" Sean put his hand on his forehead and made an exaggerated expression: "Leslie, my closest friend, do you want me to leave with regrets?"

"Uh……"

Leslie changed the subject with a headache and said: "Let's go in first."

After saying that, she took the lead and walked into the manor. Fiona winked at Sean mischievously: "Sean, you are such a magical boy. This is the first time I have seen my brother deflate."

"Really?" Sean smiled: "He dotes on you very much."

With that said, the two followed Leslie's footsteps and stepped into this luxurious manor.

It is now past ten o'clock in the evening, the party has begun, and people are arriving one after another. People from the Luxembourg family, the Capet family, and the Nassau family are all present. Of course, they are all the younger generation.

(Henry VIII, the sixth Grand Duke of Luxembourg, is from the Nassau dynasty and has been in power for more than 20 years.)

In the splendid banquet hall, you can see well-dressed and gentlemanly white young men and aristocratic ladies in gorgeous clothes everywhere. In contrast, Fiona, the protagonist of tonight's banquet, seems a little out of place.

She doesn't have any of the characteristics of these high-class socialites. She doesn't wear gold or silver, and she doesn't even have any bright jewelry on her body. She looks so casual, but no one has any opinion about it. Everyone knows it. This girl has been different since she was a child. She is more like a wild cat locked up in a civilized world, full of instability in her bones.

(End of this chapter)