Chapter 619 Contemporary Leonardo da Vinci
The blonde beauty is wearing a professional suit. The shirt underneath is opened to the third button, revealing a large area of fair and tender skin.
With a smile on her face, she stretched out her right hand to shake hands with a moderate attitude.
Then he opened his mouth and praised it first.
“You are called the contemporary Leonardo da Vinci, what do you think of this?”
Tony frowned slightly, his eyes under his sunglasses carefully staring at the beautiful woman in front of him, unable to take his eyes away at all.
He shook his head gently and gave his answer.
"Absurd, after all, I can't draw."
The blonde shrugged her shoulders in disbelief.
“Then what do you think of your other nicknames?”
"For example, the Death Merchant."
After pondering thoughtfully for two seconds, Tony pursed his lips.
"That's not bad."
After finishing speaking, he tilted his head and brought the topic to this beautiful woman.
“Let me guess, you graduated from Berkeley.”
The beauty didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence, but he still raised his eyebrows and corrected her.
“Actually, it’s Brown University.”
“Oh.”
“So—Miss Brown?”
“It’s an imperfect world. , but we only have this world.”
"I promise you, if one day there is no need for weapons to maintain world peace, I will start making building materials for baby hospitals."
The beautiful reporter held her arm and stretched the recorder forward twice. He squinted his eyes and looked at Tony in front of him.
Then ask sincerely.
"Do you practice this passage often?"
Tony smiled.
"I say it in front of the mirror every night before going to bed."
A very sincere answer.
The beautiful reporter nodded, "I can see it."
"Actually, I want you to see it with your own eyes."
What a pornographic person. The man's words are also very concise and clear.
I say it to the mirror every night.
I want to see the beauty in front of me with my own eyes.
Then doesn't this mean that he wants to invite this girl to spend the night together.
I got Tony’s thoughts almost instantly.
The smile on the blonde reporter’s face was slightly shallow.
"I just want a serious answer."
"Well, speaking of the word serious, you know, my dad has a theory."
"Peace is peace. Which side's stick is thicker, longer and more powerful?"
"The stick seller is really flattering to say this."
This may be correct in a certain sense. , but coming from the person who sells weapons, it seems a little unreasonable.
So the beauty reporter made a very sharp judgment.
“Well, my father helped defeat the Nazis.”
“He also participated in the Manhattan Project.”
“Many people, including the one you studied at The professors at Brown University would call this a hero."
The two people were having a verbal exchange.
Every sentence comes and goes.
And this beautiful reporter can accurately find the weak point every time, turning her words into sharp blades, trying to defeat Tony's plain appearance.
"There will be many people who call it war for profit, right?"
Hearing this, Tony couldn't help it.
He reached out and took off his sunglasses, his tone quickening.
"Tell me, are you going to report on the fact that we have extended the life span of millions of people and avoided famine by promoting medical technology and improving agricultural technology?"
"All those breakthroughs were made by the military industry Funds provided, dear.”
Tony’s expression was sincere and extremely serious.
He never hides that he is a gambling, philandering and greedy war businessman. Maybe sometimes they use those fancy clothes to cover up their reality.
But he won't deny it.
He clearly knows what he wants and what he is doing.
Such a rhetorical question made the beautiful reporter smile again, with a weak arc at the corner of her mouth.
“Wow.”
The beautiful reporter sincerely changed the topic.
"Have you ever had insomnia in your life?"
Oh, this is a good question.
A subtle smile appeared on Tony's face.
Tony looked at the beauty in front of him with his passionate eyes very sincerely.
Then he spoke.
"If I spend insomnia with you, then I am very willing."
The smile will not disappear, it will only move.
The smile on Tony's face gradually deepened, becoming ambiguous and sticky.
As for the blond beauty opposite, the reporter's smile slowly disappeared until a cold expression appeared on her face.
The camera turned.
The huge floor-to-ceiling windows are filled with neon light.
Towering buildings.
The room was hot.
The two bodies were entangled together, and they were fighting so hard that they couldn’t tell the difference between you and me.
The sound of water stains and the sound of kissing mixed together.
The two people rolled and rolled before leaving the huge and spacious bed and falling directly to the ground.
A thud.
The intense scene continues.
The next day, the curtains were still open, and only a trace of sunlight penetrated the room.
The female reporter who was serious but funny last night was lying naked on the spacious and soft bed at this moment.
A satin silk quilt covered her body as smooth as milk.
Suddenly, a deep magnetic voice echoed in the room.
"Good morning, it's seven o'clock in the morning."
The moment she heard the voice, the blonde beauty who was still lying on the bed and fell asleep suddenly opened her eyes.
My body became alert, and I pulled the thin silk quilt over myself, stood up slightly, and turned my head to take a look.
The sound continues.
“The temperature in Malibu is 22 degrees, sunny with few clouds, and the surfing conditions are good, with waves reaching waist and shoulder height.”
With the low and slightly mechanical sound of the announcement, The floor-to-ceiling windows immediately turned black and gray and turned transparent.
The mechanical operation screen and time appear above.
The beautiful reporter sat up in surprise, wrapped in a thin silk quilt, and stepped on the floor with her bare feet.
Walk towards the transparent screen step by step.
"The wave time is 10:52 am."
The camera zooms out.
It turns out that this is a multi-story villa complex built on a cliff and covering an area of 1,000 acres.
The one with a huge open-air balcony and swimming pool.
This is California.
Malibu.
Putting on Tony's burgundy shirt from last night, he swung his long legs, still barefoot, and walked on the marble floor.
When she came to the living room, the beautiful reporter first glanced at the ocean outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and finally tilted her head and shouted twice tentatively.
"Tony."
"Hey, Tony."
After two calls, no one answered. He walked around a little bored, and finally saw a switch button on the wall.
The beauty squinted her eyes and bit her fingers twice.
With an ambiguous look on his face, he stretched out his finger and turned it tentatively
Then, the button that originally glowed with light blue light immediately flashed with red light.
(End of this chapter)