People in the apartment: Zhuge Monkey King got pregnant at the beginning!

at a charity auction.

The little princess of the Hilton family and the former princess of England are on the bar.

Two women of extraordinary origin fiercely compete for Martin's manuscript.

Everyone watched the excitement with great interest.

At this moment, Martin suddenly stood up and walked briskly towards Paris Hilton in full view of everyone.

Then he bent down and whispered something in Paris's Hilton's ear.

The little girl of the Hilton family was visibly happy.

Then Martin gestured to Daenna's side, and Daina raised the sign again, "800,000".

"800,000, once, 800,000, twice, 800,000, three, deal!"

"Congratulations, Madam Daenna, this precious manuscript is yours. "

Whether 80 dollars is worth buying the original manuscript of the author of a best-selling novel is a matter of opinion.

If we talk about "250" from now on, Martin's manuscript is certainly not as valuable as the jewelry that the guests took out, but with the passage of time, the value comparison between the two sides will gradually reverse.

If Martin dies suddenly, ahem-

Let's put this dangerous idea aside.

Again Martin returned to his seat, and Daina asked with some curiosity:

"What did you say to that little girl?"

"It's nothing, it's just an appointment for a meal. "

"Wow, then I think she earned it. Daina covered her mouth, pretending to be surprised, but she felt a little uncomfortable.

Martin glanced at the "sister" meaningfully and said with a smile: "I think so too." "

The auction continues.

The finale was a sapphire necklace donated by a wealthy lady, which also sold for $800,000, and was the highest value of the auction along with Martin's manuscript.

The auction is over.

Martin and Daina got into Daena's car together.

Songs from Martin's Blur album are playing on a loop in the car.

"Sister, I have something for you. "

"What?"

There's something strange about Dainna.

Martin suddenly pulled out a small box from his pocket, which contained a pair of emerald earrings, which Daina had been auctioning at this auction.

"When did you buy them back? No, I remember the earrings were bought by that Jobs!?"

"I asked him to buy it. Martin smiled, "Sister Daena, I'll put it on for you." "

Without waiting for the other party's consent, Martin took out the earrings and leaned them towards Dainna's face.

Between the front and rear seats, there is a raised metal baffle that separates the space behind the sedan into an enclosed space.

At this time, the second piece of music from the "Martin 1" album was playing on the stereo.

An ambiguous atmosphere rose abruptly.

Martin's fingers touched Daenna's earlobe, and a visible flush spread from his face, staining Daenna's earlobe red.

"Don't!"

She let out a faint sound of resistance.

But the body is so limp that it can't move, or maybe it's ......

It was she who didn't want to move.

Let Martin's warm fingers touch her earlobe, and Dainna's misty eyes will overflow.

"No, Martin!"

In Dainna's mind, the only source of resistance is Martin's age.

The age difference between the two is too big, almost a generation, if something really happens, once it is known by the world, it will inevitably be criticized by countless words!

But—

In the depths of Daenna's heart, she faintly hoped that something would happen!

Extremely contradictory.

Martin's face leaned over, and Daina closed her eyes, muttering "No" in her mouth, her lips already gagged by Martin......

When the car stopped at the gate of Martin's villa, it was more than half an hour later.

The driver gets out of the car and opens the door for Martin.

The moment he opened the door, he sniffled slightly, and a strange smell mixed with perfume, sweat, and a peculiar smell came to his nose.

"What's the smell?"

He muttered in his heart and looked at the car suspiciously.

It was dark inside, and you couldn't see anything.

Martin got out of the car in full clothes and politely thanked the driver.

The driver laughed in his heart, what was I thinking, just a child.

But I didn't notice that Dayna in the depths of the carriage was disheveled, and her face was (damp) red, slumped there, gasping weakly.

Before the driver closed the door, Martin glanced back into the car and smiled smugly.

The conquest of the succubus has never relied on xing love, at least not the only means.

He was still small now, and he didn't want to lose his life essence......

For succubi, they have 10,000 ways to conquer the opposite sex, even without physical contact.

Seeing the car leave, Martin snapped his fingers, put his fingers to his nose and sniffed, and happily walked towards the door of the villa, which had already been wide open.

What a good day!!

............

The next day, noon.

Martin went to the Hilton Hotel in Los Angeles as promised for a date with the little princess of Hilton.

This girl who will do all kinds of outrageous and strange things in the future is just a spoiled little girl now.

That's right, it's the little girl, even though she's five years older than Martin.

Today's Paris Hilton obviously dressed up on purpose-

She wore a pink dress studded with diamonds, a pair of beige round-toed leather boots, platinum-blonde curls with a large pink bow, and an apparently customized pink LV bag.

Although she is about to be eighteen years old, this girl is still dressed like a little girl, cute and beautiful!

It's a pity that she has a mouth, and she spoils this temperament when she opens her mouth.

"Martin Meyers, you cost me a precious collection yesterday, you have to compensate me, or I want you to look good!"

As soon as Paris Hilton spoke, an air of arrogance swept over him.

Martin didn't respond, didn't even raise his head, pointed to the seat in front of him, and said in a commanding tone: "Sit down and talk!" 5.8 To deal with this kind of spoiled girl, you must not put on a dog-licking posture, otherwise the other party will look down on you more and more - you must be more horizontal than her!

Of course, the premise of "horizontal" is that you have to have a prosperous beauty, otherwise it may backfire!

Paris was slightly stunned, a little angry, and a little fresh, since he was a child, no one dared to speak to himself like this.

She sat down in a huff and threw the pink bag on the table, "Can you talk about it now?"

However, Martin still did not respond, and instead handed over the menu in his hand.

"Whatever you want to eat, order it yourself!"

Paris subconsciously took the menu, and then reacted, "No, what should I ask you?" (read the violent novel, go to the Feilu Novel Network!)

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