No. 65, Beverly Park Community.

Little John lowered his head and came to the deserted place and made a phone call.

The phone number was for his father.

Old John.

The butler of the Adams family.

John and his family actually have a long history. If they really track it carefully, it would be almost as long as the history of the Federation.

John and his ancestors were the groom and bodyguard captain of Jackson Adams, the second president of America.

Don't think they have always done jobs such as housekeepers and security captains.

If we talk about the inheritance of family history.

There is no need for the Adams family to take action.

John's family can almost defeat 99% of the families in the United States.

"Dad, the man whom I want me to pay attention to is here again..."

"He and the lady entered the room."

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

Little John said softly to his father.

Old John opposite him was silent for a moment.

He turned his head and looked at the owner who was drank with others not far away.

He whispered: "Look calmly. I will tell the master, what should I do? It depends on the master's thoughts. Keep calm while the lady is not hurt or requested."

"Okay." said John Jr.

The exchange between the two Johns was completed.

Little John put down the phone and looked at the house where all the lights were turned off in a tangled manner.

My little master’s request is strange.

I followed her to Los Angeles to protect her for almost half a year.

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

I have never been accepted into the villa by the lady.

Even the cleaning work of the villa itself was done by the lady and some cleaning robots themselves.

In short, little John has never been inside the villa until now.

They can only guard outside the villa.

Moreover, the little master has few friends. He has been in Los Angeles for more than half a year. So far, little John has only seen four people visit this villa except the owner.

The man who is alone with the lady in the room is one of these four people.

Little John shrugged.

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

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

Inside the villa.

The room that surprised Albert.

The room is covered with thick Persian wool blankets on the flat floor.

The patterns on it are beautiful but not gorgeous, and gorgeous but not vulgar.

Just the price of this wool blanket is almost the cheapest Rolls-Royce.

There were two people in the room.

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

At this moment.

Winnie was lying on the ground.

Abel held his SLR and pushed his pants high somewhere.

But I can only take photos honestly.

He wanted to be honest, but the ones lying on the ground were not those sports cars that he drove casually, nor were Hollywood stars who played roles casually.

This is the eldest daughter of the Adams family.

If she got angry.

Maybe I am not that afraid outside, and at least I have the ability to protect myself.

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

It's also good to spend your eyes.

It took half an hour of continuous shooting.

Abel looked at Winnie.

"I've finished shooting, do you want me to help you untie?"

Winnie's face was facing the floor, and she couldn't see her expression: "Okay..."

Abel was about to do something, but she hesitated again: "That...I think...I can wait a little longer..."

Abel laughed secretly, and the daughter of the daughter was feeling happy: "Would you like to help you on 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 and was very obedient.

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

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

"When I was seven years old... one day my father taught me to ride a horse. After I got rid of a horse myself... I accidentally fell down and fell into a hunting net... I was wrapped tightly in that net... I felt so comfortable at that time..."

"puff!"

Abel couldn't help but squirt out a sip of water, and fell on Winnie on the carpet, wet a large area of ​​her back, and her thin pajamas became even more transparent.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Abel hurriedly took the paper to wipe it.

"No need to wipe it, it's good to leave it alone." The lady of the Adams family raised her head slightly with difficulty, her face blushed and bleeding, but her expression was firm.

"Uh...Okay." Abel was a little scared of her to be honest. Is this the first time I have seen the reporter who looks like a quiet, dignified and elegant lady?

Abel loves to play.

But it is still within the scope of a normal man.

Winnie is like this now...

It should be considered abnormal...

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

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

If such a Winnie was discovered...

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

Damn it!

Are you so lucky?

Abel looked at Shen Yan, who could not move now, and could only say one thing.

You really know how to play!

Let's play this and come to Sherlock Holmes...

It's really not easy!

She said again: "This is the first time someone plays with me... It's really comfortable... Do you want to try it?"

"puff!"

Abel couldn't hold it in another mouthful:

"sorry!"

"It doesn't matter."

"Well, I won't play, thank you. I'll just help you. That... or don't wipe it?"

"......Need not."

?Winnie moved her numb wrist in difficulty and said to herself:

"Actually, I don't like my identity as the Adams family at all. I'm too tired, and it would be too difficult if they didn't know..."

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

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

Winnie tried hard to raise her head and said seriously:

"Dad wants me to go into politics in the future. I don't like it, but I can't resist what my father decided seriously. I had to come to the West Coast to be a reporter because if there is a need... the reporter can also become a politician in the future. So Dad agreed..."

It's indeed the Adams family!
Chapter completed!