1 Chapter 1
"Rocca! My husband is back, you hurry up and hide... On the windowsill, you hide on the windowsill, slow down, this is the eighteenth floor, don't fall down..."
"Aaaah~"
New York, Hilton Hotel.
The dusk sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the eighteenth-story guest room, and a handsome man shouted and opened his eyes suddenly.
"Where am I?"
It seems to be a lavishly decorated room with art paintings, crystal chandeliers, old-fashioned televisions, and a metal nameplate on the opposite wall that reads 'Hilton Hotel'.
"The Hilton Hotel also opened to the Yin Cao Mansion?"
He lifted his legs and swung them downwards, intending to get up with a skilled 'carp punch'.
But when I was pushing hard, there was a sudden tearing pain in my waist, and I leaned on it, and he couldn't help but snort and rolled from the bed to the carpet.
bang!
The sharp pain made him completely awake.
"Pain? I'm not dead? I didn't die? "
The man lay on the soft carpet, his eyes a little surprised and dazed.
His name was Rocca, and he slept well in the morning, when suddenly there was a sharp cry at the head of the bed, 'Rocca! My husband is back, you hurry up and hide on the windowsill...'
Rocca was startled, skillfully jumped on the windowsill, came to the window to be blown by the cool breeze, he suddenly woke up, I was sleeping in my own house, why should I hide?
Suddenly he remembered that a few friends at the wine table had joked yesterday.
Everyone recorded a very exciting wake-up ringtone, that is, the "my husband is back" to see who will be recruited the next day.
Carelessly, he was caught, mmp.
He was about to go back when he slipped under his feet and fell from the eighteenth floor
"Didn't I fall to my death?" No, it's the eighteenth floor..."
Suddenly he saw a strange figure in the mirror opposite.
Dark brown long hair messily resting on the forehead, decadent with a dashing and uninhibited beauty, deep eye sockets under the bridge of the nose is high, a pair of black bright pupils seem to wake up, flashing with age different depth and introversion...
"I'm going, who is this big handsome guy?"
Rocca scratched his hair, the person in the mirror also scratched his hair, and a warm and greasy touch came from his fingertips, which made his body quickly stir, and suddenly there was an extra person's memory in his mind.
Rocca Kasev Domingos Kelly, born in Brazil in 1982, is twenty years old.
He began practicing football at the age of six and was selected for the youth team at the age of fifteen, helping the club win the Brazilian Youth Cup.
At the age of seventeen, he was selected for the Brazilian U-20 national team, participated in the 1999 World Youth Football Championship, and scored a key goal in the finals, which was a sensation.
Real Madrid offered him 5 million euros.
Unfortunately, on the eve of going abroad, he suffered a traffic accident and fractured his lumbar vertebrae.
The accident left him paralyzed, and he lay in bed for a year before slowly recovering.
In more than a year, his height has grown from 180 to 186cm, and his proud speed has become unremarkable, and the coordination of his movements has been greatly reduced.
The team doctor and coach told him he couldn't play anymore.
The predecessor collapsed.
He began to drink heavily, fight and fight, wander the nightclubs... In less than half a year, the previous savings were squandered.
Unable to survive at home, he was taken to the United States by his sister Kate to eat soft rice.
"A fallen genius?"
Rocca looked at the man in the mirror and grinned.
Although this face has some kidney loss, it also loses a big handsome guy.
"From now on, I will live for you, you can rest assured, I will live beautifully for you, take care of your sister, no, it is our sister!"
Jingle Bells~
A loud bell interrupted his contemplation.
He held on to the edge of the bed, found motorola flip phone on the bed, and found two sleeping women under the blanket.
Rocca shook his head, the front waist injury was not good, and he played double oars, which is called NOZUONODIE.
"Hello, cat's head!"
He flipped open the lid of his phone, and there was a roar in the earpiece.
"Damn Rocca, where are you?"
"Sorry, dear lady, may I ask you to..."
He interrupted the other's growl in fluent English.
The other party was stunned for a moment, and roared in a louder voice: "Roca kaka ka ka ~, damn guy, are you taking drugs again..."
Rocca frowned and took out her phone to look at the note name— Nina.
The image of a middle-aged woman appeared in his mind, Nina Heath, the agent of her sister Kate, a somewhat harsh, old-fashioned, but responsible woman.
She was not accustomed to Rocca's drag oil bottle and kept asking Kate to change her assistant.
Kate disagrees and insists on taking Rocca with her.
Nina couldn't argue and could only agree.
But the predecessor of this assistant is really incompetent.
Often concealed from her sister that she was drinking, cheating, lying down, and not doing serious things...
Today's Victoria's Secret show opened, Kate was going on the stage to walk the catwalk, and came to the scene only to find that the hat had landed at home.
Rocca excused herself to go home to get her hat, but asked two girls to open a room to drink and eat jujube pills, and finally she overdone and forgot about sending hats.
"... Damn Rocca, I don't care how much medicine you bump, I ask you to be within ten minutes and you have to have to take Kate's hat to the backstage, otherwise I must have fired you, did you hear that? "
Ms. Nina sounded like she had eaten gunpowder.
"Nina, I just joked, you can rest assured, within ten minutes, I will arrive with my hat"
He hung up his phone cleanly and suddenly noticed the hat on the footboard.
It's a pink ladies' round top hat with shiny broken diamonds, small and delicate, and is clearly a special style.
"How is this hat a little familiar?"
Suddenly he remembered an entertainment news "A collection of mistakes in the history of the Victoria's Secret show, the worst ending of the supermodel hat sister".
There was an accident at the Victoria's Secret fashion show in 2002.
Kate Kelly, a supermodel from Brazil, played abnormally on stage and was later terminated by Victoria's Secret.
It is reported that due to the mistake of the assistant, the hat was missing in the performance.
In the supermodel catwalk, clothing, accessories, hats, shoes, etc., are all important pieces, and they are not perfect without them.
Kate is also a very perfection-seeking person, resulting in her completely in no state when walking on the catwalk, and she has no supermodel momentum when walking on the stage.
After the accident, many fashion magazines criticized her for lacking the super-on-the-spot adaptability that an international supermodel should have, meaning that she could not reach the level of a supermodel.
Soon she was terminated early by Victoria's Secret and missed a great future.
The hat that was published in the newspaper afterwards was exactly the same as this one.
"Huh? Why do you remember it so clearly when you just read it once? Is the memory getting better? "
Forget it, anyway, he's now Rocca Domingos Kelly, Kate's younger brother, and should help her.
Boom boom~
In the evening, a red Ferrari roared on the corniche and quickly merged into the endless stream of cars, turning into a stream of light in the metropolis.
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