Chapter 11 Men's and Women's Matches

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Standing in front of the mirror, Emily couldn't believe that the noble, beautiful and charming girl in the mirror would be herself. She pinched the back of her hand hard, and the pain came. It was not a dream, it was me!

Luke stood behind her and smiled, "Do you like it?"

Emily bowed her head and didn't speak. Not talking was the default. Luke liked this and turned to the store manager.

"Clothes and jewelry, I want them all."

"OK!" The female store manager was happy from ear to ear, "A total of 112,000 U.S. dollars, you are a distinguished guest, you can give a discount, one hundred thousand is enough."

One hundred and ten thousand!

Emily was taken aback and shook her head again and again.

"It's too expensive, I can't ask for it."

"This is not bought for you but lent to you. The term is fifty years. Remember to return it to me in fifty years."

Emily: "..."

Is there a difference between buying and giving away?

Luke took out his bank card and put it on the counter.

"It turns out that I don't need to pack that dress anymore. Throw it in the trash can."

Upon hearing this, Emily became anxious again.

"No, you can't throw it!"

After speaking, seeing everyone's puzzled eyes, his cheeks instantly turned red, embarrassed just to find a place to sew in.

"That's...that's my first dress, I...I want to collect it."

Too embarrassing. I have never been so embarrassed after living for 20 years. It was the bastard Roger Conscious. If it weren't for him, how could I wear my rented clothes to the dinner party?

"Ok!"

Luke shrugged, "Excuse me, please wrap it up. After the banquet is over, we will come to pick it up."

"Don't worry, we will take care of it."

Out of the clothing store, Emily still did not recover from the awkward situation just now. She glanced at the boy next to her from time to time. Under the brilliant light, her delicate cheek was slightly immature, but the smile raised from the corner of her mouth was slightly immature. With unspeakable self-confidence and freedom.

Emily couldn't help but said,

"Why do you want to buy such expensive clothes? We only met for the second time, not even friends."

"Who said we haven't seen it, you forgot, the last time I saw you in the previous life."

"Stop kidding, tell me."

Luke explained, "Tonight I am going to discuss business with some big people. First of all, when discussing business, I must not lose my momentum. With such a beautiful beauty by my side, who dares to underestimate me!"

Emily hesitated, "But I'm from the FBI."

"That's better. If someone harasses you in a while, you just say that you are the FBI, and they won't be scared of pooping."

Emily: "?"

...

Coming to the hotel lobby again, Emily felt that the eyes of the people around her changed dramatically. Everyone was looking here. The man marveled at Emily's face, and the woman frowned unhappily.

There are a few brave people who continue to drink while looking at her waist secretly. Emily's figure is very good, especially the waist and hip lines, which are incredibly rounded. This is her most proud part, but now it has become the most embarrassing. The place.

Of course, the embarrassment was mixed with a little bit of cheer.

This is the scene where Cinderella puts on crystal shoes and dances with the prince!

Emily muttered to herself, her right hand unconsciously holding Luke's arm.

The combination of handsome men and beautiful women will attract attention everywhere. Luke is still young and not so eye-catching. Emily is different. He wears a purple dress with a graceful and graceful body. The silver bracelet is placed on the wrist, and the skin is more white and smooth. , The crescent earrings were fishing down, and the crystal necklace on the chest complimented each other. Coupled with beautiful purple hair and purple eyes that are even more eye-catching than gems, they are truly gorgeous and unique.

Ninety percent of the men were attracted to her, and Charlie, who rushed over, was no exception. After watching it for a while, he realized that.

"Boss, everything is ready over there."

Luke nodded and took Emily to the side hall.

Since becoming a Republican candidate, Marchi Donald will repeat the campaign of "make America strong again" everywhere he went, and this time is no exception.

After seemingly passionate but useless nonsense, Marchi stepped off the podium and greeted the guests.

Luke smiled, "Philip, do you support this guy as president?"

Arthur shook his head inexplicably and uttered a sigh full of the philosophical life.

"Does it make a difference who is the president?"

Luke nodded, "It makes no difference, so you can be it too!"

"I?"

"Of course, the first black president in the history of the United States, the pilot of the new era, I think these two titles are good and very suitable for you."

Philip shook his head, looking disapproving.

Luke continued, "How do you know if you don't try something? Just like ShowMe, two months ago, no one would have thought that a social network company could have millions of users in just a few dozen days, but it's not It has appeared, it's human, right?"

Philip's brows moved slightly, and he lowered his head in silence, not knowing what he was thinking.

After communicating with a few important people, Marchi Donald finally came here.

Philip Arthur, who acts as an intermediary, introduced,

"This is Luke Shaw, the founder of ShowMe, my current boss, Luke, and this is Marchi Donald, my friend."

Luke offered to stretch out his right hand.

"Mr. Donald, your speech is very inspiring, especially the advice on immigration, which is thought-provoking."

"Well, that's great."

Marchi responded courteously, glanced over Luke's too young face, then turned to Emily next to him, and saw the beautiful face, and there was light in his eyes.

Elemi smiled, "Hello, Mr. Donald, this is Emily Song, I work for the FBI."

The light went out instantly!

Marchi coughed slightly. After the courtesy, he was about to leave but was stopped by Luke.

"Mr. Donald, I have eight million votes in my hand, do you want it?"

Malki's face remained unchanged, but his eyes were scrutinized.

A brat told him that he had 8 million votes in his hand, who would believe it!

Luke didn't explain anything and pointed to the corner of no one.

"Go over there and talk, I promise you will get a satisfactory answer."

Marchi looked at Arthur and saw the latter nodding. Then he pushed away from the staff around him and left with Luke.

"Mr. Donald, I have heard a famous saying that only by keeping up with the trend can you not be abandoned by the times. What is the trend? The trend is young people. If you catch young people, you can capture the present and the future. I have seen you In the campaign report, 78% of voters who support you are over 36 years old. In other words, you are at an absolute disadvantage among young people. Don't you want to change this situation?"

Marchi took the opportunity,

"Do you have a good suggestion?"

Luke smiled reservedly, "Two months ago, I started a social network company called ShowMe, which targeted the young group. I am ashamed to say that I have been busy for dozens of days. The total number of users is only 8 million. There are millions of young people without a qualified leader. This is not right."

"Mr. Donald, are you interested in being their life mentor?"