There was heavy snow outside the window. The blond women that arrived were voluptuous, their clothes could barely cover their bodies as they entered, and they twisted their bodies as they walked.
"Huo, these are my company's new models. They just turned 18. Do you want to take your pick first?" Armand glanced at his neck and winked.
When discussing business, beauty and wine was naturally indispensable.
Huo Qi scowled. Did all foreign women have such big breasts? 18 years old? Even if they said they were 28 years old, he would believe it!
Miss Song was more like an 18-year-old. She was clean, pure, and cute like an angel.
"Thanks, I don't need that."
Huo Yunque stretched out his hand and shook his head.
Huo Er immediately placed a tablet in his hands with respect. The man lowered his eyes and started to go through his accounts casually.
