Chapter 50 Miranda Kerr (1)

The lights at night are illusory and flashy, after all, they are a bit more ethereal than the Big Apple City during the day.

It is 8 o'clock in the evening, if an aerial camera is aimed at the streets of Manhattan, you will find countless supercars roaring and gathering in the same direction, just like countless streams flowing down from the mountains and finally converging into one river.

The boom boom room nightclub, located on the top floor of the standard hotel in the meatpacking district of New York City, has been occupying one of the top ten nightclubs in the world since its opening in 2009, with supermodels, celebrities and famous designers flocking there.

It's not like here. Whether you are eligible to enter depends on your relationship with the guard. First, you have to be a character. Second, you have to be lucky. If the crowd is full, even if you are the world's top star, don't even think about entering. It's just so pessimistic , and because of this, this place attracts more and more attention from celebrities, and celebrities also have a temper, the more you don't let me in, the more I will find a way to get in.

This 18-story loft-style nightclub is a heartbeat. The first floor is the main venue of the nightclub. There is nothing to describe. It is similar with minor differences. The lighting, sound and other facilities are the best.

The focus is on the second floor. In the middle of the second floor is a huge triangular bathtub, filled with steam and smoke. It is the best place for underwear parties. When the guests are crazy, the light is dimmed, and only the water in the bathtub With a gurgling sound, a pair of wildly inspired men and women came to the window overlooking the Hudson River, and then. . .

Tonight, the boom boom room was completely blocked because of Yang Cheng's convening order. There were only two kinds of people who could enter the venue.

For example, models, after Yang Cheng made the phone call in the afternoon, all the model agents in the Big Apple City took action to release all the top brands with the best looks, clean foundations, and no bad records. Both the agents and the models themselves It's very clear that as long as you participate in tonight's party, you will have no worries about food and clothing for at least the next two years. If you are lucky enough to be included in the account by some young master, then the little house sparrow will become a phoenix overnight.

For example, the famous ladies in the city mostly come together. Compared with ordinary models, they know how to dress themselves on such occasions, because this is their job.

Sleep until you wake up naturally in the morning, eat a rich and nutritious brunch, and then do Pilates or yoga exercises to shape a perfect figure. In the afternoon, go to a star hotel, eat exquisite desserts, have a cup of afternoon tea, and rest Enough is enough, I invite a few superficial girlfriends to the luxury shopping street and start shopping.

Dinner can be eaten or not, the next highlight is the luxury party with various themes, pajamas, swimsuits, vampires, etc., all kinds of strange things, squandering youth under the stimulation of alcohol, and looking for prey at the party to take home to spend One night spring night, hunting beauty is never exclusive to men.

The second type of people, of course, is Yang Cheng, a wealthy family headed by Yang Cheng. Today, because of the venue, in order to control the number of people present, he repeatedly raised the threshold. At the beginning, Alan's idea was that anyone with a family property worth tens of millions of dollars could enter But then I thought about it, don’t count Manhattan, just shout out on Wall Street, 6.5 out of 10 are multi-millionaires, the boom boom room can’t accommodate it.

Yang Cheng set the threshold to hundreds of millions. There are not so many people with net worth of over one hundred million, but when he started sending messages, he realized that 90% of his address book was worth over one hundred million. Bringing friends, even if the venue can accommodate them, they feel that there is no room for movement and accidents are easy to happen. This time there is such a big commotion, if there is an accident, he will never be able to hang out in New York in the future.

In the end, when he and Alan combined, don't increase the price by 100 million and 100 million, but add a 0 after it, either your personal net worth is over 1 billion, or your father's net worth is over 1 billion, after receiving the invitation from Yang Cheng himself Only under the premise of information, can you enter the venue,

In order to prevent people from fishing in troubled waters, mainly to prevent the all-pervasive paparazzi, two checks have been set up, whether there are text messages and whether they are on the invitation list. Each invitee can bring up to 2 relatives and friends to enter the venue.

In this way, the enthusiasm of New Yorkers cannot be stopped. Look at the supercar team on West Thirteenth Street and HSD Street. Not only are the cars parked on both sides of the street, but even the long queues spread to the streets and alleys. Ferrari 458 and Lamborghini Mavericks are low-end. , Those who drive Porsche 911 can only go to the street as obstacle cars to prevent ordinary vehicles from mixing into the convoy.

This group of buddies who are afraid of chaos in the world are all good at this. Before Yang Cheng arrived, several of them spontaneously organized a formation and parked in different areas according to the car brand and model. Value, with the front of the main entrance of the hotel as the center, parked in sequence on both sides.

Seeing this scene, people walking on the Hudson River took out their mobile phones to take pictures of this rare and spectacular scene. Even the four major international auto shows cannot gather so many super cars of different brands, styles, and models at one time. sports car.

When the time was close to 8 o'clock, when Yang Cheng was driving his Pagani zonda F like a ghost in the dark night, and under the dispatch of a good man, all the supercars blasted the accelerator on the spot, and stepped on the tachometer. In the end, welcome the arrival of the party host.

"Om~om~ang~~~" The sound like the roar of dragons and tigers is deafening!

The single-volume supercar blasts the street, the sound waves when accelerating are very tempting and exciting, but when more than 100 sports cars step on the accelerator at the same time, the volume that erupts can definitely burst people's eardrums, and the skyscrapers on both sides The glass curtain walls trembled and screamed under the decibels like missile bombing.

Fortunately, the street bombing didn't last long, only two or three seconds. When Yang Cheng parked the car and walked down, he looked at the young master who arranged everything speechlessly, and mourned for himself for a second in his heart.

MMP, make it big tonight.

Do you want to go to Los Angeles or even South Korea to seek asylum?

He had already seen the scene where Ms. Liu Yun was waiting for him at home with a killing stick.

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On the 18th floor, the ladies who entered the venue first were divided into three groups, ordinary models or compensated dating girls, socialite daughters, and supermodels or sports stars who often appear in the headlines of entertainment news and live under the spotlight.

Among them, occupying a favorable position by the window, the ladies dressed in gorgeous fashions were commenting on the lively scene downstairs with the mentality of watching a play.

Paris Hilton wore a sexy water-blue tulle dress with breasts wrapped around her breasts, and an elf outfit with a golden crown. She walked to the window with champagne in her high heels, and opened her mouth lightly, "Jason is in the limelight tonight...hehe ", after finishing speaking, he covered his mouth and smiled delicately.

This bitch spoke charmingly.

"Paris, you don't want to provoke Jason, do you? Aren't you afraid that Ms. Liu will tear you apart?" Lydia Hearst, the blond beauty next to her, glanced at Paris with disdain, and hit her.

As one of the richest and most powerful members of the Hearst family in the United States, she inherited the crazy gene of the Hearst family, and her words and deeds are bold and unrestrained. Like her sister Amanda Hearst, she has looked down on the Hilton sisters since she was a child, Mingli In order to fight for the title of "New York's No. 1 Ladies" secretly, she intrigues with the Hilton sisters, and will never miss any chance to beat each other.

"Huh? Why are you afraid? We're just playing around." Paris's voice was very thin, with a charming accent that sounded a bit seductive to men.

"Just for fun? Not necessarily? Hehehe..." Lydia purposely rolled up her blond hair tonight, revealing her flawless white swan neck. As she lowered her head and smiled slightly, I don't know how many young boys who have just grown up fainted.

At this time, Yang Cheng had already brought the sons into the arena. This was not a formal dinner, so naturally there was no need for the host to give a speech. The originally slow-paced jazz music came to an abrupt end with the arrival of the last guests. The DJ on the stage took over the right to broadcast the music. Heavy drumbeats hit people's hearts, announcing the official start of the carnival.

Today is destined to be a sleepless night. Glasses of champagne spirits, priced at tens of thousands of dollars, are delivered to the guests by a blonde girl in a cool dress, cat ear headdress, and swaying waist.

Yang Cheng didn't stay on the first floor too much, simply greeted the familiar guests, wished them a happy night, and went straight to the second floor.

"Hey, jay, thank you for coming."

As soon as Yang Cheng arrived on the second floor, he noticed jay-z, who was dressed in hip-hop all the year round, was standing by the stairs flirting with girls.

"Oh man, I should thank you, the atmosphere tonight is great." Jay-z turned around, punched Yang Cheng, and shouted loudly in Yang Cheng's ear.

"Of course, don't rush to leave at night. Let's switch scenes after midnight. I rented Paul Allen's Octopus and headed down the east coast to Miami. Then you can call your good buddy LeBron a yacht. Let's play together." After having a drink with jay-z, he told him about the arrangement for tonight.

"Wow, fuck, Jason, you're so great, I'll follow you tonight."

Let jay-z continue bragging with the hot black girls, Yang Cheng squeezed inside, there are still too many guests tonight, barely able to move around.

"Jason, jason, what's going on with you today? You made such a big commotion?" A handsome white guy who looked familiar but couldn't remember his name stopped Yang Cheng's way.

Yang Cheng didn't bother to think about it with his brain cells, so he casually said, "Of course tm has made money, so have fun buddies, there's enough wine tonight."

After speaking, pretending to be familiar, he slapped the other person's chest, and left.

"hey, jason..."

"Hello, have fun."

"thanks..."

"Dude, thanks..."

Greetings and thanks were endless all the way, and they walked from the stairs to the swimming pool less than 30 meters away. Yang Cheng had already drank more than 10 glasses of wine, and his body was covered with women's perfume. , Needless to say, the quality of the woman tonight.

Since ancient times, nightclubs have been a high incidence of 419. Even if women can control their own desires, they can't control men's hands. Do you want to be taken advantage of when playing in nightclubs? (Everyone must be optimistic about your girlfriend. Don’t go to nightclubs. Even if you go, you must tie your girlfriend tightly to your side. Uh... unless you have a big heart and don’t care.)

Finally, Yang Cheng came to the other side of the swimming pool after going through ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties. From a distance, he saw Paris Hilton dancing a pole dance around a hunk.

She came here to find Paris Hilton, not because she had any thoughts about her. The eldest sister called Yang Cheng in the afternoon to ask Yang Cheng to come and find her after the party started, but she didn't mention anything.

Yang Cheng didn't dare to trust her, if he didn't take good care of this princess, he would definitely not have a good reputation in the future. You must know that more than 80% of the gossip in New York's upper class was spread by this master, some of which were true, but more They made it up, there is no reason, just because you are upset, my old lady will make you bad, don't you agree? Fork me! ! !

I didn't bother the slut's temperament, I was about to quit and have fun for a while before coming back, and I didn't look behind me, as I stepped back, I seemed to guess something, and a coquettish call sounded behind my ears, I knew I had guessed someone, or Woman, quickly turn around and apologize.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't pay attention, are you okay?"

The first thing you see is a round face, even the nose, ears, and mouth are round, which does not conform to the general aesthetics of Europe and the United States, but this sweet and pretty face does not belong to Wuming. Anyone who pays attention to Victoria’s Secret knows her , has appeared as the finale model of the Victoria's Secret show for many times in a row, and has a super popular supermodel all over the world. Oh, by the way, she is best known as the wife of the elf prince Orlando Bloom.

"It's okay, Jason, it's nice to see you again." Miranda Kerr, who was born in New Wales, Australia, has a playful sense of Australian English in her accent.

Wearing a deep V light pink hollow dress, her wavy hair is fluffy and parted to one side. She is lazy yet elegant enough.

Yang Cheng's eyes lit up. If he remembered correctly, this famous scheming bitch got divorced last year?

"It is my honor to meet you, Ms. Kerr, your beauty lights up the starry sky in Manhattan tonight, may I call you Miranda?" Yang Cheng took Miranda Kerr's slender hand, bent down, and kissed her lips Gently attached to the back of the hand.

Yang Cheng's unabashed praise made Miranda Kerr, a supermodel who is often praised, a little unbearable, but she was overjoyed, "Thank you, just call me Miranda."

"Miranda, are you Australian, right?" Yang Cheng took advantage of the opportunity that he couldn't hear clearly, and blew hot air into Miranda Kerr's ear and shouted, his big hand even went around behind her back presumptuously, and put it on Kerr on the buttocks.

In the eyes of others, the two of them have completely embraced each other at this time.

Miranda Kerr didn't feel uncomfortable at all, she naturally put her forearm on Yang Cheng's shoulder, wearing high heels so that she could almost look at Yang Cheng at the same level.

Probe to Yang Cheng's ear, seemed to be frightened by the intruding music, screamed with a big laugh, "yes, I'm from Australia, now I'm living in Los Angeles, Jason, what's your job now?"

"Me? Just doing some private investment. By the way, have we met before? You seem to know me?" Yang Cheng just remembered that when Miranda greeted him just now, he said that he was very happy to see him again

"Have you forgotten? At the Victoria's Secret Dinner last year, Ms. Turney introduced us to each other." Kerr reminded with a naughty wink.

"That's right, that's right, look at me, damn it, forget about such an important thing." Yang Cheng lowered her head in frustration, her lips just kissed Ke'er's sexy and charming collarbone.

Whether it was accidental or intentional, only Yang Cheng knew.

A few small chats brought the relationship closer to each other. There were strange sparks in the eyes of the two, and they were fiercely intertwined in the air. Yang Cheng deliberately led Miranda Kerr to a dark corner.

Thinking of seeing Ke'er's slender and straight legs in her previous life, Yang Cheng's stomach felt hot.

At this moment, the lower abdomens of the two are completely stuck together, Yang Cheng's change, Miranda Kerr is not an ignorant girl, so I can't feel it.

Pulling Yang Cheng's collar back to the corner, Yang Cheng turned his back outwards, completely blocking the sight of prying eyes from outside, Ke'er immediately glanced at Yang Cheng, following the dynamic rhythm of the dance music. . . . . .