Chapter 460： : Alan Arjo who is dead

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At this time, Alan Arro, who was in the bath, didn’t know that the one who was hailed as a confidant would show such an expression. Now he is still in a dream. This experience given to him is the same as before. What he couldn't experience in those models, he simply couldn't stop.

At this time, in the room, Alan Arjo's cell phone rang again, and the famous socialite saw the cell phone and made a plan of it, so he picked up the phone talking to himself.

"Hey, hello, who are you looking for?" asked in his loudest voice.

"Where is Alan Arjo?" The call was made by the distant relative of the Morgan family. After hundreds of millions of nights of waiting, the first thing after waking up was to call Alan Arjo's mobile phone, although the call was answered. It works, but there are a total of charming female voices inside.

This made the eldest lady extremely angry, what is this? Provoke yourself? WTF? A sociable person, she dared to provoke herself and answer her own phone. At this moment, the eldest lady was so angry that even if she was acting with you, Alan Arjo, the dignity of the Morgan family was not allowed to be trampled on.

"Oh, Alan, he is taking a bath. If there is something urgent, you can tell me and I will tell him." Okay, I have to admit that the acting skills of this socialite are also top-notch, otherwise, it would not be so. Many men fell under her pomegranate skirt.

"I don't have time to talk to you, let Alan Arjo answer the phone, I have very important things." At this moment, the eldest lady silver teeth bite in secret, if not for the task, who would be willing to waste herself with this kind of **** Slobber.

"He is taking a shower now, it is not convenient for me to go in, you see, or I will ask him to call you back later?" It is inconvenient to go to your family, don't tell me you just chatted in bed last night. Damn bitch, pretend to be pure here now, bastard! The eldest lady of the Morgan family is now anxious to slap the **** twice.

"I see, please ask him to call me for a while. Except for the problem, you can't afford it." At this time, the eldest lady's voice was already abnormally cold. After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone without waiting for the other party. I was afraid to say one more thing, and I couldn't help getting angry.

However, at this moment, the French socialite, with a grieved expression on his face, took the cellphone and walked into the bathroom with only a layer of tulle on his body.

"My dear, just now, I kept thinking about your call. I was afraid of something urgent, so I answered the phone for you, but when the other party heard my voice, they kept scolding me." The poor voice , The grievance was terribly wrong, and the man's desire for protection was greatly increased, especially when combined with this tulle, the lethality directly exploded.

Alan Arjo is like this, looking at the other's wronged expression, he made up his mind that this confidante was bullied, and the object was the distant relative of the Morgan family who he hated very much.

Damn, compared to the peerless face of this one in front of me, I was thinking about the appearance of that eldest lady. Alan Arjo was feeling irritable. My father didn't know how he thought about it, how he found him like this. Can't stand it.

"My dear, look, or else, just call her back, maybe there is something urgent? I know, I'm superfluous, don't worry, you can comfort her, I'll be fine, I will first Leaving." After speaking, the sociable flower turned into a white lotus, grievedly put the phone aside, and was about to leave.

I have to say that this trick is to retreat and advance, using a thorough fire, and in the eyes of Alan Arjo, I feel as if he is about to lose the feeling of this beloved love. At this time, Alan Arjo has already forgotten. With the identity of this socialite, I feel that she is my love.

"No need to go, it's okay." Alan Arjo pulled the opponent, letting him lean against his weak chest.

"Don't worry, I'm here." Alan Arro felt holding the whole world, but he didn't know that the social flower on his chest had already revealed a successful conspiracy smile.

However, at this moment, feeling the body temperature in his embrace, Alan Arjo once again. . . . . .

Well, this time, there are only 15 minutes for him before and after. At this moment, the socialite feels that he can't put on it anymore. Damn, I have to put on a satisfied expression, **** it, so embarrassing myself. No, I must process capital.

After about half an hour, Alan Arjo’s cell phone rang again. At this moment, the social flower naturally showed a frightened expression. Seeing the surge of Alan Arjo’s male hormones, there was a thought in her heart, this is The woman I want to protect.

"Hey, this is Alan Arjo." At this time, Alan Arjo answered the phone.

"Alan, the person didn't tell you just now, am I waiting for your call back?" On the phone, the Morgan family's eldest lady also spoke in an aggrieved tone, but this voice stopped in Alan Arjo's ears. It just feels a little disgusting, damn, Zhang's appearance, and with this kind of voice, you are also worthy, I have to say, this is a face-conscious world.

"I know, I just told me." Alan Arjo's voice is very cold, no, it should be with a hint of coldness, and while speaking, he secretly glanced at the social flower. The meaning is also obvious. Seeing it, I'm helping You have revenge.

"Alan, you have to know, the day after tomorrow is the weekend. How important is that 4% of the shares, don't you know it?" The young lady persuaded me bitterly.

"I know, of course I know, but, I think, these are all my business, what are you doing so hard to do."

"What do you mean? I'm not doing it for you yet?"

"Well even if I don’t have this 4% share, I won’t lose, so be it. I have a lot of important things in the past two days, so don’t contact me if you have nothing to do." , Alan Arjo resolutely hung up the phone.

"Hello, hello?"

At this moment, the eldest lady couldn't help her temper anymore and smashed the phone severely on the wall with a huge impact, causing the phone to fall apart.

"Ah!!! I can't stand it anymore, this idiot, **** it, I feel like I'm going crazy!" After a roar, one can imagine how angry this young lady was.

On the other hand, Alan Arjo hung up the phone and looked at his sweetheart proudly, see if I am very masculine, as everyone knows, in the eyes of the other party, Alan Arjo is a fool!

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