I Am a Nobleman in England

"...Really? If what you said is true, then I would like to go on a date with him and have a chat, maybe I have a chance to let him experience it, hehe..."

Arthur in the hotel suite had a speechless expression on his face, but his eyes were shining brightly as he watched the entertainment news being broadcast on TV, and the picture was that the reporter was interviewing a white printed waist windbreaker, charming and charming Kind of Kelly Brook.

Kelly Brook, 30 years old, is a British supermodel and actress. Because of her angelic face and devilish figure, she has been hailed as the sexiest British actress in the past 50 years. She is more famous than Keeley Hazel, and the title of the ninth miracle is also the title of her and Jiri It is jointly owned by the two of them. . .

At least half of British men think she is the "ninth wonder" of the world. All of this is naturally attributed to her sexy figure, energetic personality and youth, and she has a stylish demeanor. I have to say that she is indeed beautiful now.

"... Heck, of course, my figure now can't be compared with when I was 20 years old. Although they are real, they are not what they were then. But, believe me, it will never disappoint, I believe you can Find my phone number, remember to call me, I'll wait for you!"

Seeing Kelly Brook glancing at him across the screen, Arthur couldn't help feeling that the other party was smart and good at dancing, creating an eye-catching topic so easily and helping her increase her exposure and traffic. These famous girls Star, sure enough, none of them are fuel-efficient lamps.

If I remember correctly, some time ago she also bluntly said on a certain program that her chances were getting less and less, and the number of times she appeared in front of the audience was also getting less and less, her words were full of helplessness and depression.

In fact, it's normal to think about it. The replacement of old and new is the law of nature, let alone in the entertainment circle where newcomers come out in large numbers.

For Kelly Brook, Arthur was very familiar with her in her previous life, and she also saw a lot of beautiful pictures. Naturally, she was often envious of her boyfriends who hated her. However, her weight has skyrocketed in the later period. Of course, her charm is still There is no reduction. Although there is no slim figure, the goddess is a goddess after all. After getting fat, she can still show everyone a charming side.

The current Kelly Brook is still in the shelf life of her peak beauty and figure. If there is a chance, Arthur would not mind meeting and chatting with each other. Maybe he can become a good friend with mutual complaints.

After all, there is nothing more joyful than being able to realize one's fantasy after many years, at least there will be no regrets and no regrets.

"Hehe, there is a chance." Arthur said to himself with a chuckle at Kelly Brook on the TV screen, then picked up the remote control to turn off the TV, got up and returned to the bedroom, and began to change clothes.

After changing his clothes, Arthur packed his luggage and walked out of the bedroom with an LV travel bag. Today is the date, and tomorrow is Christmas Eve. The affairs of the coastal power plant have come to an end, and it is time to go home , it's Christmas.

Bristol is not far from Southampton. It takes more than an hour by train. Christmas is about to be celebrated, so the Christmas atmosphere is particularly strong, with thin white snow covering the scattered, pointed or round roofs. , Qingshiban Road reflects the brilliance of the warm winter sun, as if walking into a fairy tale world.

"Arthur, would you date Kelly?"

"For Kelly's olive branch, what do you think, will you accept it..."

"It's been rumored that you and Keeley Hazel spent two days in a hotel...

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Wearing a black cashmere coat, Arthur had just walked out of Southampton Railway Station under the escort of the bodyguards, when he was blocked by the paparazzi reporters squatting at the door. Passers-by stopped to watch.

Under the protection of the bodyguards with no expression on his face, Arthur quickly got into the car, the door closed, and the paparazzi outside were still slamming on the window glass, yelling and yelling.

"Boss, shall we go directly back to the manor?" Bell, who sat in the passenger seat, turned around and asked.

"No, go to the club first." Arthur looked back at the group of clowns outside the car window, and ordered Bell.

Bell nodded, the driver put in gear and stepped on the accelerator, and the car slowly drove away from the side of the road surrounded by reporters. Looking at the paparazzi who were still running after them to take pictures, Arthur said helplessly: "These bastards are really well-informed, really helpless. It's everywhere!"

In this regard, Bell, the security consultant, is also very helpless. The British paparazzi are the most difficult group of people in the world. They almost use everything to get news. Once they are glued, they don't want to be dumped. Lose, unless the boss has no news value, otherwise, these paparazzi will be everywhere.

Arthur also knew that his complaints were useless. No, as soon as his car appeared outside the gate of the Saints training base, more than a dozen paparazzi with cameras surrounded him and took pictures like crazy until the car drove away. After entering the base, the gate was closed, and the paparazzi outside the gate were still holding their cameras and waiting for him to get off the car.

After getting out of the car, Arthur heard the paparazzi shouting his name loudly at the door in the distance. He glanced instinctively, and what greeted him was a burst of shutter clicks.

Arthur is definitely enjoying the superstar treatment now, and he believes that the most wanted by the British paparazzi is a picture of him with a certain woman. . .

"Good morning, boss."

"Well, let's go in and talk."

The manager of the club, Nicola, greeted him with a smile on his face. Arthur walked up the steps, nodded at the other party, and strode into the lobby of the office building.

"How are the Christmas cards selling? Are they popular?" Arthur asked with a smile as he walked into the elevator.

"The sales are not bad, boss. I have to admire your sunshine. The greeting cards shot by Miss Emily Xiao are very popular with the fans. She has become the new favorite of the Saints fans and even won the "No Men won't love the u" title!"

Speaking of Emily Xiao, Nicholas looked at his young boss with envy and admiration, and sincerely lamented the boss's vision and richness. Only after meeting Emily Xiao can one understand what it means to be charming.

When he received the phone call from the boss, Nicholas was really helpless about the fact that the boss asked the club to help him with women.

It wasn't until Emily Xiao arrived and helped the Saints Club take a group of saint-themed photos. After seeing the effect, Nicholas really convinced Arthur.

In particular, as soon as Emily Shaw's Christmas-themed greeting card was launched and promoted, fans were shocked and exclaimed that there is such a precious thing in the world.

"Hehe, I thought about it a long time ago. When I first discovered Emily, I knew that she had the potential to become a star, and she would become a beautiful landscape for our saints. After all, Keeley Hazel has been famous for a long time. We saints don't have much to do with each other. We signed a contract with her, and we just get what we need.

But Emily is different, as long as we make her popular, she will be labeled as a saint football baby, and she will become an advertisement for our saints. The more famous she is, the more beneficial we are, and this label will always be Accompany her around. . . "

Arthur smiled happily, with the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a hint of complacency. If you want to tie the other party, you have to do what you like. With fame and fortune, few people can not obey obediently, let alone Emily. A blank slate at the age of innocent dreams.

As long as the routine is played well, how to write and draw, isn't it up to Arthur?

"Boss, this is the set of greeting cards..."

As soon as he entered the office, Nicholas handed a set of exquisite Christmas cards to Arthur. Arthur sat down and looked at each one, his eyes lit up from time to time, and he nodded with satisfaction frequently.

"It is indeed commendable!"