Chapter 1572

When she was brought to Simon alone, even though the woman in black windbreaker tried to keep her confidence when she was in the museum in the morning, her small action of not even looking at a man betrayed her inner cramped.

After putting the black cardboard box in her hand on the round table, the woman turned to Simon and whispered, "Mr. westero, this is the gift given to you by the headmaster. It's the olive meteorite in the morning. The headmaster said, maybe the girl around you will need it."

Simon saw the woman put down the box and stood in place. After saying that, he waited for his orders like a white swan in a trap. He smiled and opened the cardboard box. There was the olive meteorite that evgenia wanted to use as jewelry in the morning. He asked, "what's your name?"

"Nikita monapova."

The woman said, holding her hands in front of her unconsciously, similar to the common waiter waiting for orders, which obviously showed her inner tension.

"Nikita, a good name."

Simon praised and picked up the olive meteorite to enjoy it. He thought of Luc Beisong's Nikita with the same name, which was produced in 1990. This time, it seems that it was also lost by a butterfly. Obviously, the subsequent more famous TV series will also disappear.

This time, Simon planned to use many classic female action film materials in his memory to fill in thunderbolt baby. Therefore, although he thought of it, he didn't have the idea of remaking this series.

There is also Luc Besson, who previously cooperated with Disney with Vivendi on the fifth element, which is just like before. After all, it was Besson's inspiration when he was very young, but after his failure, it is silent now.

As for the high concept action films that the other party is better at, new world pictures and blockbuster have been doing new lines, and they have also produced several fairly good series in recent years.

Therefore, there is no need to solicit each other.

After listening to the woman around him say "thank you" subconsciously, Simon looked over again and said with a smile, "are you going to leave immediately or sit down and have a cup of coffee?"

Obviously hesitant, a moment later, the woman still sat down.

When the man motioned, he took his cup and poured himself a cup of coffee.

It's still the middle of winter, even on the black coast with a relatively warm climate. Today, when the north wind happens, even if there is sunshine, the temperature is not high, so the woman unconsciously holds the cup in her hand.

Then he reacted, quickly changed his hand-held cup, took a sip and put it down carefully.

A blush has appeared on the white face unconsciously, overflowing the cheeks and straight into the neck.

Because he found that the man had changed from looking at the meteorite to appreciating her face.

Subconsciously bowed his head, and then instinctively pulled the fallen light blond hair behind his head, so as not to cover his face. After a pause, he finally thought of a topic: "Mr. westero, this meteorite, I think, is actually not suitable for jewelry."

Simon smiled and asked, "what's suitable for?"

"Just like in the museum, as a decoration, you can enjoy it directly. The olive meteorite is really beautiful."

Simon raised the melon sized meteorite in his hand: "I remember. As a collection in the museum, can you give it to anyone?"

Hearing this question, Nikita monapova subconsciously gave the man opposite a look of "you know why to ask", a little rolling her eyes. When she found something wrong, she hung her head slightly again, pulled her hair and said, "Mr. westero, you are different. You are a distinguished guest of our school."

"If I remember correctly," Simon smiled at the woman opposite, "you just said that the meteorite is for the girl next to me. Then, the problem is, what's the gift from your school?"

The woman was speechless for a moment, and the blush that was just about to fall back appeared again, flashing her eyes and hanging her head.

Simon took a sip of the coffee in front of him, put the cup back on the table and knocked, "come on, give me some more coffee."

Mona Bo Va rose up obediently, even if he felt it was wrong, or round some round tables, and came to the man's side. He just put up a coffee pot and felt his body surrounded by an arm. He said, "what perfume do you smell on your body?

The action was stiff to help the man continue his coffee. It was inevitable that he spilled some. He put down the coffee pot. The woman put her small hand powerlessly on the big hand around her waist: "Mr. westero, please, don't do this. I, I'm married and have children, two."

Simon said, "Oh, that's a pity."

So go on.

He easily held it over, put it on his lap, looked at the woman's red face, wanted to continue teasing, found it unnecessary, and bowed his head and kissed it.

About an hour later, Simon dressed under Natasha's service, looked at the woman with only one head exposed on the big bed of the cabin bedroom, sat down beside the bed again, stroked the woman's still white and ruddy face, and his voice was soft: "as Simon westero's first lover on February 13, 2000, tomorrow is Valentine's day. What gift do you want?"

Monapova didn't answer the question immediately, but asked in reply. There was some unknown softness and light entanglement in her voice: "you're leaving soon, aren't you?"

"Well," Simon smiled, "in fact, you succeeded in delaying me for an hour."

Monapova slightly tilted her mouth and said it was you. However, as a young female professor with two Ph.D. degrees in geology at Odessa University, she knew very well that she could not catch the man. When she remembered what he had just said, she did not hesitate: "I want to divorce my husband, the two children must belong to me, and then go to the United States to live. You, you have to give me the cost of living."

In the last sentence, he was obviously not confident.

It's just a common sense that if he goes alone, he will probably accept it. You must take your two children with you. Maybe men will dislike it, maybe.

"OK."

Simon was crisp and didn't ask any more details. He turned to lipskin and said, "you heard me."

Natasha lipskin nodded.

"Well," Simon bowed his head and kissed the woman again on the forehead, "goodbye."

The woman made a noise, slightly raised her head actively, wanted to kiss the man, was avoided, so she could only stare at him gently.

Damn guy.

After saying goodbye to today's first lover, Simon went ashore, made a brief explanation, and drove to the International Airport in the southwest suburb of Odessa.

Entering the Boeing 767 cabin, another woman waiting here in advance greeted her.

It's Tymoshenko.

In addition, he brought five or six young girls, who said they were gifts for Simon. In fact, women just don't want to bear being tossed by men alone.

Simon was "full of wine and food", so after leaving, he just talked about business with a woman who was becoming more and more popular in Ukraine. By the way, he saw several carefully selected girls dance and arrive in North America. Simon got off the plane and a group of large and small returned the same way.