Chapter 1467

Clergy, this identity does not need to be painted, as if they were born with a sense of superiority.

What's more, it was a serious archbishop.

The archdeacon is not only the highest representative of the temple in Iowa, even in the inner part of the temple, but also the real mainstay.

So at the moment when Leon barogon got off the bus, the scene was like a pilgrimage. Most of the dignitaries and celebrities in the reception rushed there to show their respect for the Lord.

Looking at the people on the inside and outside, Blanco Watson was quite disdainful.

"A group of hypocrites, pretending to be devout believers, smelling of copper, are not afraid to suffocate the bishop."

She is not a saint, and even different from westerners. She rarely believes in any religious sect, so naturally she did not catch up with the excitement.

like her, de Rothschild also sat in the same place, watching the scene of the stars and the moon over there, sipping the champagne, and said, "how do you know the bishop doesn't like the taste?"

As a representative of the bold and unconstrained group of the celebrities in M country, Blanco was stunned, then nodded his head with a smile and sighed.

"Yes, money is really a good thing. No one can refuse it."

If the conversation between them is known by those believers, it is absolutely blasphemy against Allah. Even if they are put on fire, I'm afraid they don't worry very much.

"Dai, are you going to sit here all night?"

Blanco, who is not a saint, does not have much interest in the archbishop. Moreover, she does not have much ambition. The family bonus is enough for her to live a life of extravagance. She can do whatever she wants, and does not need to curry favor with anyone or get to know anyone. It is because of her "lack of initiative" or "contentment", that even in the face of de Rothschild When she was young, her attitude was also very casual.

Dai likes her reality and understands her implication.

Westerners are open-minded, and they are very free and easy in some aspects. For example, the rooms in the villa may be full if they wait a little later. Although the young man of the Rockefellers who has gone to have fun is a hungry man in color, Blanco does not give in to it. The fourth miss of the Watson family has a chaotic private life, which is well known in the upper class The reason why Blanco is still sitting here is to accompany her. More importantly, it should be because he hasn't found an attractive bed partner.

"If you've taken a fancy to any of them, do it. Don't worry about me. I'm a cleanliness addict."

If she were someone else, Blanco might drag her into the water. She has not harmed her friends around her, or even played with many people. But no matter how indifferent she is to fame and wealth, she still doesn't dare to act so casually in the face of Dai. When she hears that, she doesn't encourage her any more.

"No hurry, it's still early. I think it won't take long for that rubbish to come out. When he comes out, I'll find a man to go in front of him. "

Hearing this, Dai was dumbfounded.

"Blanco, I'm looking forward to your marriage. Your marriage life will be wonderful."

Miss Watson was about to speak when she saw a figure approaching.

She subconsciously turned her head, and suddenly burst into sight in a white gown.

"Bishop Leon?"

Blanco was a little caught off guard. If he didn't believe in religion, he would not believe in religion. But he was born in a famous family and had no problem with his basic education. After a short period of consternation, he quickly stood up to show respect.

Among the ranks of the temple, the white coat represents the archbishop, and the red robe represents the bishop. This is common sense.

There is only one Archbishop in Iowa.

However, the archbishop, who could be remembered by Miss Watson, seemed not to know the fourth Miss Watson, who was famous all over the country, because he only nodded politely to Blanco.

"Hello, bishop Leon."

Although her status is extremely noble, Dai shows the excellent quality of the world's first family. She puts down her champagne and takes the initiative to get up with a polite tone.

"Hello, Miss Dai."

Leon barogon smiles.

As soon as the words came out, both Blanco and Dai were stunned.

Because of his voice, it sounds too young.

Judging from his face, the Archbishop should be nearly sixty years old, but his voice just now sounds like a young man in his twenties and thirties.

This strong contrast led Blanco to take a serious look at the Archbishop's face again. Although the skin has inevitably aged, from the facial features, we can still recognize that the Archbishop should be a beautiful man when he was young.

Like blanso, Dai is also confused by the young voice of her partner. What makes her even more surprised is that

"Do you know me?"Leon barogon gazed at her, smiling and nodding kindly.

"Of course, no one knows the name of miss three."

It's true that I didn't hear it wrong. The voice of the archbishop is a little strange, but the people who can sit in this position are not ordinary people. There is something different, and it's not such a fuss.

"Are you here for me?"

Asked Dai.

The other side went straight here, and only looked at themselves, the intention is very obvious.

Archbishop Leon nodded quickly.

"Miss Dai is really brilliant. I really want to discuss something with Miss Dai?"

"What's the matter?"

Dai asked a simple and direct question.

However, the other side did not make it clear.

"Miss Dai, I wonder if you could take a step to speak?"

As an archbishop, she didn't have to pay much attention to her identity. Let alone the archbishop, even if there was a red robe standing in front of her, Dai might not be too serious. She had subconsciously planned to refuse, but looking at her deep eyes, she finally nodded involuntarily,

involuntarily.

It's incredible.

Even Dai did not know why she followed the Archbishop to the villa.

Blanco, who witnessed everything from beginning to end, was a little stunned. When he came back, he had gone far away.

She turned her head rigidly, and happened to see that day and the Archbishop were entering the villa one after another, which was no different from the private meeting of men and women at the reception.

Seeing their figure disappear, Blanco's pupils narrowed, like an eye opener. Then the corners of his mouth rose slowly, pulling out a thin radian.

"Cleanliness mania?"

"It's really heavy."