Chapter 993 This Is What I Did

It was already eight o'clock in the evening. Gisele and Alexander took a shower together and came downstairs. Seeing Miranda huddled on the sofa, boredly tuning the TV channel, Gisele joked: "It may be because of you. Here, Eric doesn't plan to come over tonight."

Alexander also echoed: "Maybe I'll go to Cindy's place."

Although Miranda often behaves a little favored and arrogant in front of Eric, the girl's emotional intelligence is not low at all, and the three girls get along pretty well. Hearing Giselle and Alexander's ridicule, Miranda turned over. He rolled his eyes and said, "Don't you want him to come over?"

Alexander didn't answer, but Gisele shrugged indifferently: "I don't want to."

Miranda immediately made a threatening look: "I'll tell Eric your thoughts later."

As soon as the voice fell, the doorbell rang.

Miranda's expression was even more smug, and she made a "please beg me" expression to Gisele, jumped off the sofa with bare feet, and ran towards the door.

Gisele and Alexander, who had just sat down on the sofa, also got up, went up to meet them, walked to the entrance, and saw Miranda wrapped around Eric like a koala.

Eric hugged Miranda's slender waist and said with a smile as he walked, "Hey, let me state first, it's impossible to go back to Los Angeles."

"It must be Cindy, it must be Cindy," Miranda immediately looked disappointed, her eyes moved pitifully to the corner of Eric's mouth and kissed, "Eric, I was wrong, I will be obedient in the future, Let me go back to Los Angeles, okay?"

Although Miranda was over 1.7 meters tall, her body was very light. Eric walked to the entrance, hugged the girl hanging on her body with one hand, and took off her shoes while leaning against the wall. Gisele thoughtfully handed a pair of shoes. Slippers come here.

Eric smiled at Giselle and Alexander, stepped on his slippers and walked to the sofa in the living room, threw Miranda on him, and said, "I can't go back to Los Angeles, I will go to Australia at the end of the month, or you will come with me. go back together."

"Ugh..."

Miranda curled up in disappointment, burying her face in a throw pillow and pretending to cry.

Giselle and Alexander stepped forward and hugged Eric together. Feeling the smell of alcohol on Eric's body, Giselle said, "Eric, do you want tea? I'll get it for you."

"Well, thank you," Eric nodded, watching Gisele and Alexander walk towards the kitchen together, sat down in the corner of the sofa where Miranda was, stretched out his hand and twitched the girl's little buttocks. , smiled: "Okay, Cindy also said that you have been very good during this time, and I wanted to praise you."

Miranda turned over and lay on Eric's lap like a kitten: "Eric, being a model is not good at all, I want to go back to Los Angeles."

"There is nothing to do in this world," Eric trimmed the hair of the girl whose head was resting on his lap, and said, "Besides, I don't like people who give up halfway, I didn't joke with you just now, I don't want to. Stay in New York and I'll take you back to Australia."

Hearing that there was no room for negotiation in Eric's tone, Miranda had to compromise: "Well, okay, okay."

Just as he was talking, Alexander came out of the kitchen first, came to Eric with a plate in his hand, and said, "Eric, try this apple pie, it tastes okay."

Just as Eric picked up the small fork, Miranda jumped up and said dissatisfiedly, "Al, this is the apple pie I made. I made it all afternoon."

"I didn't say you didn't do it," Alexander sat on the other side of Eric with a large plate in one hand, and when he took a piece, he also took a bite and said, "However, I just warmed it up and added some honey, Eric, how's it going?"

Eric nodded: "Yes, it's sweet."

Miranda was even more aggrieved, and repeated the sentence next to Eric: "I did it."

"Got it, got it," Eric smiled and said, "Next time remember to pour a little honey, you can try it too, isn't it better than what you made?"

Miranda saw that there was no small fork on the plate,

So he stretched out his finger and twisted a small piece and put it in his mouth. Knowing that Eric and Alexander were deliberately teasing him, he couldn't help but repeat: "I did it originally."

Eric and Alexander just nodded together and continued to share the food on the plate.

There were not many apple pies on the plate. Gisele came out of the kitchen with the prepared black tea. The three of them had already wiped out a plate of apple pies.

Taking a tissue and wiping the honey on her fingers, Miranda, who had been depressed all the time, saw Giselle, and then she remembered 'complaint' and said, "Eric, Giselle just said that she doesn't want you to come over at all. "

Eric took the black tea that Giselle handed over, held it in his hand and looked at Giselle in front of him with a smile, and said, "Why?"

Giselle poured three more cups of black tea on the coffee table in front of her, sat down on the armrest of the sofa next to Alexander, put her arms around Alexander's shoulders, bent down, and kissed Alexander's lips, saying, "Because I There's already Al."

When Miranda saw Giselle kissing Alexander, Alexander responded very skillfully, and his eyes suddenly widened. Since living in this apartment, she felt that the relationship between Giselle and Alexander was a little too close. She originally thought that the two were just too good, but now, the situation seems to be not right.

It seems that after seeing the two people who just took a bath together, they should have thought of it long ago.

Eric couldn't help but nodded when he saw the movements of the two women, and said, "Great, I can take a photo of the two of you when I have time, it must be beautiful."

Alexander came over and took Eric's arm naturally, with a touch of coquettishness: "Eric, don't you have time recently?"

"Recently, it's okay, I'll stay in Manhattan for a week, but New York is not a good place to take photo albums. If you take pictures on the street, you will be watched," Eric shook his head and said, "Wait for the next time. On vacation, I will take you to a place with fewer people."

Miranda followed sourly: "Yeah, yeah, it's better to take the two of them away in a place where there are lions and tigers."

Eric grabbed Miranda's waist and said, "Take me away too, aren't you more proud?"

Miranda, who was scratched at the itch, laughed and twisted her waist and said, "No."

Eric let go of Miranda, turned to Giselle, and said, "What are you busy with recently?"

"My agent has started to contact me to speak for me. In addition to Victoria's Secret, Dior, Dolce & Gabbana, and Givenchy are all interested in cooperating with me next year," Gisele was a little excited when Eric mentioned this.

Since meeting Eric three years ago, Giselle has felt like she has stepped into heaven.

Two years ago, after she became a blockbuster with the cover girl of the American version of "vogue", under the promotion of Eric, Elite created a 'healthy' and 'sunshine' development route for her. The morbid beauty advocated by the fashion circle has become popular. In the past ten years, perhaps the entire industry has suffered from some aesthetic fatigue. Gisele's health and beauty coincided with the occasion, and was quickly sought after by the fashion industry.

In the past two years, Giselle has received a large number of luxury brand catwalk invitations at every fashion week. For the magazine covers used to measure the popularity of models, Giselle has painted more than 20 copies in the past two years, and she can land on the covers of fashion magazines with good influence around the world almost once a month.

Now, not only the pre-booked Victoria's Secret Angel spokesperson, but also many fashion brands of various types have extended olive branches to her.

Occasionally thinking about those endorsement contracts worth millions, Giselle couldn't help being excited. Even after she met Eric three years ago, she never thought that she would quickly get to where she is today.

Giselle knew very well that without Eric, even if she could reach her current height step by step, it would never be as easy as it is now.

The fashion circle is very realistic and cruel. If you want to reach the status of a supermodel step by step, you can only pay, pay, and pay.

If you want to be famous, you must be on the cover of a magazine or a brand show, which requires you to please the editor-in-chief of the magazine and the brand designer; if you want to shoot top-level photos, you must please well-known photographers; even if you are a little famous, if you want to get If you have a job opportunity, you have to please your agent and the company's executives. Otherwise, with so many beautiful girls, why would others give you the opportunity? However, if you get the opportunity, it's not enough. To live, it is necessary to please customers.

So, for a girl without any capital, besides this body, what else can she have to please others?

Three years ago, when Eric just said hello, the two major modeling agencies, elite and img, sent her and Alexander to Eric, and Giselle understood this truth.

Fortunately, Giselle found that she was lucky.

She and Alexander have been kept safe from the dark side of the fashion world ever since they became Eric's no-brainer, and they won't have to climb like those girls who are completely lost to get the best in the world. Good resources, whether it is the cover girl of the American version of "vogue", or the opening and closing models of luxury brands such as Chanel, Dior, Givenchy, many girls who have spent their entire youth in the fashion circle may not necessarily get such a life. She got all the opportunities with ease.

Just now, Miranda asked them if they wanted Eric to come over. Giselle knew that Alexander, who had some secret love for Eric, really wanted him to come, but Giselle was speaking from the bottom of her heart. She didn’t say much. think. She is a very precocious girl, how could she think too much about a man who she may not meet a few times a year.

However, for Eric, Giselle was absolutely grateful, with some admiration and awe.

I can always see each other's news in many places, and I have also paid attention to all the information of Eric. Giselle knows that this man is very powerful, ubiquitous, and wealthy. When she saw Eric's net worth in "Forbes" magazine in March this year, Giselle secretly calculated that even if she kept earning $100 million a year, it would take a thousand to catch up with this man. More than three hundred years. Who has thirteen hundred years, and what supermodel can make $100 million a year?

Therefore, she gradually lost her resistance to Eric's regard for her and Alexander as forbidden, and even wisely understood Eric's intentions, and her relationship with Alexander became more and more intimate.

After a busy day and chatting with the three girls for a while, Eric decided to go to rest.

Miranda knows how to observe words and expressions best. Noticing Eric's demeanor, she immediately hugged his arm and said, "Eric, shall we sleep together tonight?"

"Well, Giselle and Alexander agree to this," Eric said, looking at the other two women.

Giselle and Alexander didn't answer, just leaned closer and kissed each other again.

Eric spread his hands and said to Miranda with a smile: "Look, your disadvantage is too obvious."

Miranda didn't have any expectations at all, she got up and walked upstairs in a depressing mood, not forgetting to leave a sentence: "Be careful of being squeezed dry by the two of them."

Soon after, in the bedroom on the second floor.

Eric had just taken a shower, his hair was still damp, and he was wearing a bathrobe. He leaned on the head of the bed and enjoyed it, admiring the two girls in underwear on the other end of the bed, kissing each other, and then lingering again. They slowly got together.

After lingering for a while, Giselle gently broke away from Eric's arms and whispered something in Alexander's ear. Alexander got up with a blushing face, and walked out under Eric's doubtful eyes.

When Alexander closed the door and left, Giselle sat astride Eric and felt something, her face became more red, she reached out to untie the tie of his nightgown, leaned over and whispered: "Eric, tonight Can I accompany you by myself?"

Eric nodded, hugged Giselle's slender waist and pressed her slender body to himself, easily turned over to press the girl under him, and said, "Okay, but sometimes, I don't like girls being too proactive. "

In the early morning, in the living room filled with bright sunlight through several huge glass windows, Alexander and Miranda sat together on the high stool by the small bar at the corner of the living room, both absent-mindedly eating freshly cooked cereal Porridge, looking at the stairs not far away from time to time.

After hesitating for a while, Miranda asked Alexander in a low voice, "Hey, that's the first time, how does it feel?"

Alexander shook his head subconsciously, paused and said, "It should, it hurts."

Miranda was stunned for a moment, a little suspicious: "Should?"

Alexander was a little embarrassed by Miranda's eyes, so he had to perfunctory: "You will know later."

Just as Miranda was about to say something, she remembered her own experience and closed her mouth again.

At this time, the steady rhythm of footsteps finally sounded from the stairs.

When they saw Giselle walking downstairs in Eric's arms, Alexander and Miranda looked at each other, their little hearts trembled, and at the same time a thought came to mind: it really hurts.