Reborn Wealth America

65 Beverly Park Community.

Little John lowered his head to a place where there was no one and made a call.

The call is for his father.

Old John.

The chief steward of the Adams family.

The family of John and the others has a long history. If it is really tracked down, it will be almost as long as the history of the Federation.

John and their ancestors were the groom and bodyguard captain of Jackson Adams, the second president of the United States.

Never mind that they have been doing tasks such as housekeepers and security captains.

If it's about the inheritance of family history.

No need for the Adams family.

John and his family can hang almost 99% of the families in the United States.

"Dad. The man the master wanted me to pay attention to is here again..."

"He and Miss went into the room."

"It's been more than half an hour. What should I do now?"

Little John whispered to his father.

The old John on the opposite side was silent for a while.

He turned his head and glanced at the owner who was graciously having fun with others not far away.

He whispered: "Look calmly. I'll talk to the master, how to deal with it? It depends on the master's thoughts. As long as the lady is not hurt and has not asked for it. John, keep calm."

"Okay." Little John said.

The two Johns have finished communicating.

Little John put down the phone and looked at the house with all the lights off.

The request of my little master is strange.

Following her to Los Angeles to protect her for almost half a year.

But whether it is the housekeeper and family confidant of Little John, or other servants and bodyguards.

The young lady has never been accepted into the villa.

Even the cleaning of the villa itself is done by the lady and some cleaning robots.

All in all, Little John has never been inside the villa until now.

They can only guard outside the villa.

And the young master has very few friends. He has been in Los Angeles for more than half a year, so far.Little John saw only four people besides the owner who had been to this villa.

The man who is alone with the young lady is one of these four.

Little John shrugged.

He ordered the other bodyguards to patrol well, and he also began to patrol around.

By the way, waiting for a possible call from his father.

Inside the villa.

The room that surprised Alberta.

The flat floor of the room was covered with thick Persian wool blankets.

The pattern above is beautiful but not gorgeous, gorgeous but not kitsch.

The price of this wool blanket alone can almost buy the cheapest Rolls Royce.

There are two people in the room.

Winnie Adams, the eldest lady of the Abel and Adams family.

At this moment.

Winnie was lying on the ground.

Abel took his SLR and stretched his pants up somewhere.

But I can only take pictures honestly.

He didn't want to be honest, but it wasn't the sports cars that he drove, nor the Hollywood stars who played role-playing casually on the ground.

This is the eldest lady of the Adams family.

If she goes crazy.

Maybe he is not so afraid outside, and at least he has the ability to protect himself.

But in this villa, everyone around is from the Adams family.

The addiction of passing the eyes is also good.

Shooting continued for half an hour.

Abel looked at Winnie.

"It's finished, do you want me to untie it for you?"

Winnie's face turned to the floor, with no expression: "Ok..."

Abel just wanted to do it, she hesitated and said: "Um...I think...I can wait a little longer..."

Abel chuckled secretly, and the eldest daughter was feeling cool: "Would you like to help you to the sofa?"

"No...no, it's more comfortable on the carpet."

"Okay..." Abel was speechless and took a sip of pure water to relieve dry lips:

"Then chat!"

"Okay." Winnie seemed to be in a strange state, very obedient.

Abel took another sip of water and spoke to a man lying on the floor, feeling so novel:

"When did you become like this? No... I didn't mean that... I mean, when did you discover this hobby?"

"When I was seven years old... one day my dad taught me to ride a horse. I can ride a horse myself... I accidentally fell off and fell into a hunting net... I was tightly wrapped in that net... I felt good at the time. Comfortable..."

"puff!"

Abel couldn't help but sprayed out a sip of water, which happened to fall on Winnie on the carpet, dampening a large area of ​​her back, and the thin pajamas made it even better.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Abel hurriedly took a piece of paper and wiped it.

"You don't need to wipe it, it's good to leave it like this." The young lady of the Adams family raised her head slightly with difficulty, blushing with blood, but her expression was firm.

"Uh... okay." Abel was a little scared of her to be honest. Is this the first time I saw the quiet, dignified, and elegant reporter?

Abel loves to play.

But it is still within the scope of normal men.

Winnie is like this...

It should be considered abnormal...

"Seven years old? So young...your family, no, I mean your family...don't they know?" Abel sorted it out and asked curiously.

The Adams family is a hidden political family.Their style must be very strict, and they are not the two sisters of the Hilton family.

If such Winnie is found...

"They don't know. You are the first to know... I have loved watching Holmes since I was a kid... I actually have a strong anti-detective ability!"

Damn it!

Are you so lucky?

Abel looked at Shen Yan who could not move now, and could only say a word.

You really know how to play!

Play this and come to Holmes...

It's not easy!

She added: "This is the first time someone plays with me... It's really comfortable... Would you like to try it?"

"puff!"

Abel didn't hold his breath again:

"Sorry!"

"It's ok."

"Well, I won't play, thank you. I'll do it for you. That...or don't need to wipe it?"

"......No need to."

Winnie moved her tingling wrist with difficulty, and said to herself:

"Actually, I don't like my Adams family identity at all. It's too tired, or it's too difficult to let them know..."

Abel didn't feel much about this, after all, he didn't have such a hobby.

"Oh. Why did you come to be a reporter again?"

Winnie raised her head hard and said seriously:

"Dad wants me to be in politics in the future. I don't like it, but I can't resist what my dad decides seriously. I had to come to the west coast as a reporter, because if necessary... reporters can become politicians in the future. So Dad accepted……"

It really is the Adams family!

If you don't want anything else, you just want to get into politics!