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The beauty on his right smiled when she turned to him, the freckles on both sides of her nose were finely shredded, mixed in the pale blush. Before she could confirm whether she had small freckles under her eyelids, the beauty proactively reached out to him. The sound next to him seemed to disappear suddenly, and he stared straight at the two white hands.

The beauty's eyes looked over, but her body did not move, and White did not move. Before that, he never felt the arrival of the beauty, until now she took the initiative to reach out.

White stood here for a long time, full of the smell of wine and the fragrance of women, floating in the air sweet and sticky.

A silver bracelet was hung on this pure white wrist. He checked his arms and clothes on his chest to see if there were any wine stains, but none.

He pondered for a while, waiting for the applause on the stage to continue to grow louder and louder. The applause wafted in the court for a long time. It rang, and the Oscar on the stage was full of spirits, and he looked like a Colombian minister.

After a while, he stretched out his hand to shake hands with the young beauty.

He clenched his palms and looked at the tall and slender white-skinned beauty in front of him. He couldn't find the traces he had seen before.

The first thing he could see was the tiny sparrow spots next to this beauty’s nose, pock-like freckles. The little freckles he saw last time were still on Professor Gomez’s face, like little stars. Finely chopped.

White felt that he had become strange. For freckles. This feeling is very strange. He looked at the beautiful brown eyes and found that he was watching intently in his eye sockets, watching his own reflection inside, with abnormal concentration-freckles were too cute, it was a symbol of a girl.

White looked to both sides again, and saw that the men who had previously surrounded the beauties had gone to the side. The wine bottle next to the table was shining, his shoulders pressed against the cabinet full of glassware behind him, and he twisted and stretched his shoulders.

He twisted and twisted quietly until his shoulder no longer felt sore. Thinking about what to say, the beauty let out a weird loud laugh and then let go.

He shrugged, slumped to the side, and took a sip of wine. He saw this beauty moving away from him, two slender shoulder straps bent on her back in the shape of a cross, and the back shoulder blades underneath were glowing white.

The beauty's skin was so white that he couldn't cover other colors in his eyes, and there was some fragrance left on her in the air. He touched another glass of wine behind, and the red lips on the edge of the glass made him hesitate to put it down again.

After about half an hour, he was invited to the podium. The ice fog on the background stage is like a work of art, gradually disappearing on the stage.

White was invited by Oscar to speak on the next topic. Oscar has just received a thunderous applause from the sky, and now looks at White quietly, smiling to his lips, hands wrapped in a neat suit to hold him tightly, the area between his thumb and index finger is unexpected The cocoon, the cocoon is peeling.

The meat near the index finger is also very full, looking like a hill piled together. The fingertips point to White where the five fingers are spread out. Although this is really common in the body of a diplomatic secretary, it is a bit unreasonable compared to the hand of a beautiful woman just now.

White clapped and hugged Oscar **** his shoulders, and walked to the lecture microphone on the podium, which was bent to the point of his neck.

There are many people in the audience. He didn't make a sound at first, because the quiet gaze made him feel more in control at home.

The men and women onlookers looked up at White.

He cleared his throat again, making sure that it was a good time to give a speech when the next woman tilted her head and looked at him. Next to the stairs where they were talking just now, her hand was on the back of Yu Jibai's neck, so White lowered her head again.

A plain speech with no explosive spots and no urine spots, said in a plain and plain speech.

When White was halfway through Oscar's words on the topic of the "Second Information Age", someone began to clap their hands. The sound was loud and clear, especially when there was only the sound on stage in the silence.

Everything in the world suddenly became silent, and the color of champagne was still golden.

auzw.com She is the same age as him, maybe two years younger. His voice lifted up twice. Probably it was deliberately trying to suppress the sudden clapping sound, and then the whole person became energetic, as if everything before that only existed in the speech of sleepwalking.

But the clapping sound still kept, it looked like it was deliberately slapped to White, as long as the people at the reception could hear it clearly.

What is the origin of this beauty?

It seems that she is not an ordinary person. And not a native of Colombia.

She clapped her hands provocatively and boldly and fearlessly.

When he stepped off the podium, he pulled the tight tie around his neck and replaced it with another glass of golden champagne. He stopped by the glass window next to the stairs.

He saw the starry night of Bogota in Santa Fe, and the pointed church roof under the black night, leaning against the window glass, thinking about something vaguely.

There are not many things, such as the Oscar just now, or the accidental Ferguson seen at the airport.

Oscar came to talk to him in a suit and shook hands:

"It's very lucky to see you today, Mr. White. The content of your speech just now is also very good."

"It's Mr. Oscar who praised it."

White was surprised that he saw Colombia's undersecretary of foreign affairs and still calmed down.

"What I want to say, you said just now. LUMBLAR is definitely the next information 2.0 era, there is no doubt about it."

Ah, that freckled beauty is here again.

"Do you have any plans tonight? I came all the way to Santa Fe Bogotá, my host should do a good job."

White shook his head and said with a smile: "You must be busy with official duties. I'm not bothering, so don't bother."

She came over.

Oscar also saw her.

When they were talking, White discovered that the woman was wearing a shiny silver tail ring on her little finger.

White stretched out his left hand, under Oscar's recommendation. "You should know each other? This is a high-level beauty from Google. She looks very young, right."

White couldn't help but look again, while the young beauty tilted her head and stared at him without reaching out.

He knows that her background may not be small, but the high-level members of his old owner Google? Actually in such a serious place.

He knows that despising others is not a good thing. But he also knew that he hadn't seen this woman in front of him in six months at Google.

If this were not for Oscar, White would never believe it.