"Yes, so God bless you, I hope that the demon from hell can let me go." After walking back and forth in the room like an ant in the heatwo for a while, Scola finally thought of an idea that might calm Xia Yunjie's anger. He gestured a cross on his chest, then picked up the phone to his assistant and the company's chief tailor and dialed it over. As soon as the phone was connected, he immediately roared on the phone: "Craven, I don't care where you are now? What's it? Even if you are on a woman's belly, you will get up immediately, put on your clothes, bring your people, and your tools, and immediately get me up to my villa in Rome."

After saying that, Scola hung up the phone, regardless of whether the chief tailor of his company understood or did not understand his words. After hanging up the phone, Scola immediately went to the attic.

Although foreigners have a good concept of working hours, they go to work when they should go to get off work and get off work when they should go to work, Scola is a master of fashion design. Many times when inspiration comes, he does not matter when he is inspiration. So even in his own home, Scola has set up a special work space, and the attic is his studio in the villa.

After entering the attic, Scola took the drawings and thought about it while drawing. After a while, he outlined a lifelike portrait of Xia Yunjie. Not only did he look but his body proportions were almost the same. Even his temperament, especially his seemingly calm but always had a look above everything, was faintly reflected in the painting.

After finishing the painting, Scola bit the pen and walked back and forth around Xia Yunjie's portrait...

Braze, Mario lives in the presidential suite.

Mario crossed his legs and gently shook a glass of red wine in his hand. This is the authentic 1982 Lafite. Unlike in China, he always says it is Lafite, but in fact, it is probably not known what kind of wine it is.

In front of Mario was respectfully standing a tall and extraordinary man.

At this time, if any hotel employees saw the man, they would be shocked, because he was Alvaro, the general manager of the hotel. At this time, he not only stood respectfully in front of Mario, but also showed shock in his eyes that could not be described in words.

"Alvaro, remember my words and must treat Mr. Xia Yunjie as God. Even if he tells you to point a gun at your head, you don't hesitate. Of course, if Mr. Xia is a little dissatisfied with the service you provide, I will be happy to point the gun at your head in person. Of course, I don't want to hear the explanation I give you." Mario slowly shook the red wine glass in his hand and said.

"I understand, Mr. Mario, I believe Mr. Xia Yunjie will feel that he has become the Great Caesar here," Alvaro replied respectfully.

"I hope you can do this." Mario nodded, then waved his hand to signal Alvaro to go out.

After Alvaro went out, Mario stood up with a glass of wine and walked to the window, looking towards the southwest of Sicily.

Palermo, the capital of Sicily, the birthplace of the Mafia, is also the seat of the Mafia llman committee. In the near future, a meeting will be held there to re-elect the general leader of the Supreme Council, that is, the pope or godfather and leader of the entire Mafia. Because the former godfather had a stroke in bed some time ago, he could no longer exercise his godfather's power.

Mario has always had a dream, dreaming of becoming a true pope in the Mafia world like Don Vito, the legendary figure of the Mafia. Therefore, Mario has been committed to the development of his family since he was a child. When he was thirty, he became the youngest godfather of the Mafia family at that time. After becoming the godfather, Mario not only vigorously developed the family's career in Italy, but also vigorously pioneered the American career. Because the American mafia was not only the tinder sown by the Italian mafia.

It was established, and because the Italian mafia was its asylum and collaborator, it was closely related to the Italian mafia. The Italian mafia can be said to be the "family home" of the American mafia, "the rear", "the bones in training", and "the bones in the molecular provider". In particular, there are several Italian mafia supreme leaders, namely the "pope", and the highest leader of the American mafia, which tightened the relationship between the two.

However, in the entire history of the American Mafia, there are only a handful of people such as Don Vito, Don Vicini, Luciano, Greco and Busetta, who can truly be called the common supreme leader of the mafia of the two countries, namely the Pope.

Mario wanted to become such a pope, and to become the highest leader of the Mafia family in Italy and even the United States, it was a necessary condition to become the general leader of the ll committee. Mario had been waiting for this day for thirteen years.

Now he finally waited for the abdication of his former godfather and the Ferro family's career reached unprecedented prosperity, but there were ll people in the committee, and none of them were simple people. In addition to this ll man, Italy also had at least a dozen mafia families with great strength. If Mario wanted to take this position, he had to defeat all competitors, and he had to convince and respect him.

But this is very difficult

"Brother Jie, if you don't have your help tonight, I don't know..." On the open-air balcony, Yang Xiaomei held a wine glass and looked at Xia Yunjie with gratitude.

"Haha, this is a big deal. You are my dance teacher." Xia Yunjie interrupted with a smile.

"Brother Jie loves to play with people. You dance so well. How can you need a teacher?" Yang Xiaomei couldn't help but give Xia Yunjie a charming look when she heard this, but she couldn't help but remember the scene of her hugging Xia Yunjie that night. That night, except for the beginning of Yang Xiaomei taking Xia Yunjie to dance a few steps, he was almost always dancing with her behind her.

"I really can't dance before, but believe it or not. By the way, I just heard you talk about your family seemingly in financial difficulties? How about it? If I'm in a hurry to use the money, I can lend it to you for a turnaround." Xia Yunjie saw that Yang Xiaomei didn't believe it, so he turned around and asked.

"Thank you, I don't need it now. Because with your help from Brother Jie, I will soon become a top advertising star in China. My father's debt is no longer a problem." Yang Xiaomei said gratefully.

"That's good. If you have something to do, you can call me. I don't think you deleted my phone number, right?" Xia Yunjie nodded, took out the "fighter" in his mobile phone and shook it at Yang Xiaomei and said with a smile.

Although this phone is a second-hand phone, it is the first phone Xia Yunjie bought after graduation. Xia Yunjie has never changed it. On the one hand, it has a nostalgic plot, and on the other hand, although the phone is old-fashioned and has few functions, for Xia Yunjie, it is OK as long as he can talk to the phone.

Seeing Xia Yunjie take out the "antique" mobile phone, Yang Xiaomei couldn't help but remember the last party. She burst out laughing, rolled her eyes at him, and said coquettishly: "Of course not. People have been waiting for the phone call of you, a worker, but you haven't called."

"Haha, aren't you going to meet directly now?" Xia Yunjie said with a smile.

Next, the two talked about some things, most of which were Yang Xiaomei, which made Xia Yunjie know a lot about things in the entertainment industry.

"You stay in this hotel too? It's getting late, it's time to go back to your room to sleep in beauty." Yang Xiaomei's smile and frown were full of femininity. In addition, she always gave him a glamorous look, Xia Yunjie gradually couldn't resist it, and raised his hand to look at his watch and smiled.

After hearing this, Yang Xiaomei's eyes flashed with a charming smile at Xia Yunjie and said, "Okay, I'll listen to Brother Jie."

After saying that, Yang Xiaomei got up and then naturally reached out and held Xia Yunjie's arm.

Yang Xiaomei, who is a model, is very tall. In addition, she is wearing high heels and is holding hands with Xia Yunjie, which is almost the same height.

Most models are thinner, and Yang Xiaomei is also a little thinner than other girls. However, she has meat where she should have meat and where she should have thinness, and she looks convex and very well-proportioned.

When Yang Xiaomei held her hands intimately, Xia Yunjie couldn't feel her slimness at all. On the contrary, her tall breasts were shining and squeezing her arms rhythmically as Yang Xiaomei stepped on her high heels. She was very elastic and fleshy, which made Xia Yunjie a little distracted.

As soon as he passed through the door of the open-air balcony, Xia Yunjie saw a tall and handsome old man greeting him with a smile.

"Hello Mr. Xia, I am Alvaro, the general manager of the Blaze Hotel. I have prepared the best presidential suite for you. If you can move in, it will be my greatest honor." Alvaro said very politely.

Xia Yunjie knew that this was Mario's explanation. Anyway, he had already sold his face, so Xia Yunjie didn't mind giving him more face. He nodded and said, "Thank you for your kindness."

"Mr. Xia, we are polite. It is our greatest honor to stay in our Blaze Hotel." Alvaro said more and more politely. Xia Yunjie almost got goosebumps. Yu Qian turned to Yang Xiaomei and said, "Then let's leave here, and we will chat if we have the chance to meet again in the future."
Chapter completed!