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Chapter 865
It must be so!
Smith said, “Young Master, should I call Miss Xia?”
Holden drank, he glanced at Smith, a little arrogant, “What are you calling her for?”
“I’ll call Miss Xia to pick you up Young Master.”
Holden straightened his strong back and said in a nonchalant tone, “I didn’t let you fight, but since you want to fight, you can give her one, just say I’m drunk and let her pick me up.”
Smith quickly took out his cell phone and dialed Elena’s phone number.
Redwood.
Elena’s cell phone rang and the call came.
The white finger pressed the key, and Smith’s voice passed from that end, “Miss Xia, the young master is drunk in the bar, please take him back quickly.”
Listening to Smith’s voice, Elena twisted her eyebrows, and three words came out from her red l!ps, “I’m not going.”
She’s not coming?
Because the phone turned on the speaker, these three words clearly passed into Holden’s eardrum.
Holden’s deep narrow eyes snapped sharply.
Smith wanted to laugh a little, but he didn’t dare, so he could only hold back. He felt that his young master was so pitiful, and Elena didn’t want him. This was really the real hammer of the “deep-girl complaining husband”.
Smith quickly said with a serious face, “Miss Xia, are you really not coming? The young master is really drunk, and there is a beautiful woman with him. If you don’t come, I can only let this beautiful woman take the young master to the room. After resting, I worry that the young master’s charm is so great when this beauty climbs on his body and strengthens the young master, then he will be deprived, and all his fame will be ruined.”
After speaking, Smith glanced at Holden, which meant… Young Master, quickly praise me.
Holden raised his heroic eyebrows and glanced at Smith… you are amazing.
At this time, Elena’s clear and beautiful voice passed from that end, “If your young master is really strong, then I’m sorry, I can’t save him, because I’m not a policewoman, please remind him to call the police 110.”
With two beeps, Elena hung up the phone, and the rest was busy.
Smith,
Holden,
“Young Master, Miss Xia is so rusty, she…ignores you at all!”
Holden killed him with an eagle-like stare, “You can shut up! No one will treat you as dumb if you don’t speak!”
Holden was drunk, he entered a presidential suite and sat on the sofa.
He felt a headache, so he laid his stiff back lazily into the sofa, raised his hand, and squeezed his eyebrows, where the light was relatively dark, and his tall and straight body was plated in the half-light and half-darkness. Cold, arrogant, mysterious, and powerful.
At this time, the door of the presidential suite opened with a click, and young and beautiful beauty, Andrea, walked in.
Andrea has been staring at Holden in the hall. She looked at him infatuatedly like those girls. The little deer ran into the entire imperial capital. He was handsome, money, power, and status symbol, even more precious. It is his clean private life and the appearance of arrogant abstinence. This kind of business tycoon, the social elite, is like a magnet that deeply attracts these young and beautiful girls.
But she was smarter and bolder than those girls. She knew that Holden was drunk and followed him all the way to the presidential suite. Men are the easiest to have s3x after drinking. What she wants is just an opportunity like this one.
Andrea looked at Holden infatuatedly. His two long legs did not overlap, but he flexed forward naturally and lazily. He constricted his handsome eyes, and his heroic eyebrows were tightly closed, and his whole body revealed a sense of difficulty. The eloquent charm of a man.
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