Chapter 248 Give Birth to Him Seven or Eight Babies

early morning.

The birds singing in the woods of an apartment complex in the 16th arrondissement of Paris are very loud.

Claude opened his sleepy eyes and felt his eyes were a little dry, so he rubbed them with his hands.

I felt a tightness in my chest, then I looked down and saw the big hand above me.

No wonder, she thought.

With mixed emotions, she took her hand away and sat up carefully. The blanket slipped off, revealing her beautiful curves.

She is a typical Mediterranean type of the French race, mainly distributed in the south, with black eyes and hair.

The skin of this ethnic group is probably the most delicate and smooth among all European and American peoples.

Relatively speaking, women retain their beauty longer as they age than the Anglo-Saxons born in Northern Europe.

So Claude, who is 32 years old this year, is no worse than many 20-year-old American Anglo-American girls because she is unmarried.

At this moment, Claude looked at Milo who was sleeping soundly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, which was very cute...

Claude shook his head in annoyance. This little bastard was simply a scumbag.

Although she was already a little obsessed with the charm and abilities of this little bastard.

Too strong, just a monster.

She had indeed consumed a lot of energy last night, so she put on her bathrobe, walked out of the bedroom barefoot, closed the door carefully, and washed up in the bathroom.

Looking at my beautiful face in the mirror and thinking of the madness of last night, I couldn't help but lick my lips, but soon I felt a little disappointed.

I remember the contemptuous looks and vicious words from my ex-boyfriend.

She couldn't help but tighten her grip, with a hint of anger in her eyes.

Finally, he sighed softly.

After washing up, Claude tied his brown hair into a ponytail and walked into the kitchen.

Seeing a big bag full of food, I started to organize them one by one.

She was born into a small family and has only one older sister.

I have been spoiled by my family since I was a child and I don’t have to do any work.

But later I went out to study alone, so I still know how to cook.

He took out the bread maker and put the bread slices in it, looked at the coffee bought by Milo's men, opened the cabinet, and took out the coffee maker.

Brew coffee, turn on the fire, put on the frying pan, pour in olive oil, eggs, bacon, butter, and arrange them one by one.

These are actually very simple, and if you are an ordinary person, they are probably basic daily abilities.

Claude sometimes thought about what it would be like if he was born in an ordinary family of ordinary people.

With my current actions and abilities, there is a high probability that I will fail to be a good wife and mother.

Fortunately, I don’t come from an ordinary family.

The Chirac family itself is one of the wealthy families in Paris.

It once monopolized the cheese supply in Paris for a long time, but after the economic reform, it is now one of the main cheese suppliers in the Greater Paris area.

He also runs a real estate business, a supermarket business and a fishing boat manufacturing factory in Paris.

Maybe your name isn't on the French rich list, but you're definitely rich.

Not to mention her father, who has been involved in French politics since he was young.

Now she is the owner of the Elysee Palace, so how could she be ordinary?

Suddenly, Claude, who was concentrating on making breakfast, was enveloped by Milo's huge body. He hugged Claude's delicate body from behind, put his chin on her shoulder, and said with a smile: "Ah, I didn't expect it. I didn't know you could make breakfast for yourself?"

Claude said coquettishly: "Get up, you are so heavy, go brush your teeth and wash your face, your breath is heavy in the morning..."

Milo shouted angrily, "Nonsense, I don't have any bad breath this morning. If you don't believe me, smell it..."

Claude hastily wrinkled her nose and leaned back to avoid it. She would not smell it. Even if Milo had no breath, the foul air in the morning would make people uncomfortable.

Milo was a little embarrassed and wanted to pounce on him, but Claude held the spatula across his body and cried out, "Stop it, get out, I still have to make breakfast!"

Milo walked out of the kitchen a little angrily, pouted and muttered: "I was planning to have a kitchen battle."

Claude was wearing an apron and pajamas, and as soon as he took off his pajamas...

She may not be able to compare with those beauties in Hollywood or the French entertainment industry in terms of appearance and figure.

But if we combine her status as "France's No. 1 Senior Advisor" and the daughter of the owner of the Elysee Palace.

The situation is different again.

After all, for Milo now, there are as many beautiful women with perfect figures as he wants. He can get them whenever he wants.

But with his noble status and interesting soul, he still can't play as he pleases.

For example, Claude and Irene next door.

One is the daughter of the owner of the Elysee Palace, and the other is the granddaughter of a British Duke.

Women of their status would be unsuitable if Milo himself were not good enough as a man.

It would be extremely difficult to impress them just by relying on money and power.

At the dining table, Milo was eating breakfast alone with a smile on his face.

He had been eating this breakfast for about 20 minutes.

The upturned corners of his mouth showed that he was in a really good mood.

Could it be that Claude's cooking skills were so amazing that she was able to make a simple breakfast into something special, so Milo was so satisfied?

Of course not, this is not the world of Food Wars!

The real reason can be seen from Milo's current eating state.

Look, in between his meals.

His breathing was uneven, and the knife and fork in his hands loosened and tightened alternately.

"call……"

Milo exhaled a breath and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Claude, with a charming blush on her pretty face, crawled out from under the dining table and ran quickly into the bathroom.

This was the real reason why he was so satisfied with this breakfast.

As expected, the French are more accepting of romance than the rigid British.

Someone like Irene wouldn't be able to do something like this for Milo so quickly.

As for Claude, of course he refused at first.

But you can coax her, talk about love, emotion, literature and art, and then half-force her.

Thanks to the romantic French girl, the half-hearted effort became heavier.

At the dining table, Claude raised his eyebrows, looked fiercely at Milo who had a smug expression on his face, and scolded in a delicate voice: "After dinner, get out of here! I must be crazy! Oh my God..."

Milo ate the fried eggs slowly and proudly, picked up the coffee and took a sip, savoring it with his eyes slightly closed, "To be honest, Claude, your cooking skills are really good, and the coffee is also very good. I am a little reluctant to leave."

"Don't be so proud, and you still say that I am your muse! Pah, how can you treat your own muse like this?"

Claude put his knife and fork heavily on the plate with a bit of embarrassment.

"Ahem..." Milo touched his nose a little awkwardly, but he felt happy in his heart. Suddenly his expression changed and he stared at Claude.

"What do you think about what I said last night?"

Claude's beautiful eyes were blank for a moment, and a trace of thought appeared on his face.

"There is no doubt about it, Claude. Your father would be a good French leader. But can you guarantee that his successor is qualified? Moreover, the French political system is even more unstable than our American political system in terms of elections."

"And then? After your father retires, who will guarantee the future interests of the Chirac family? Rely on your sister? Come on, even though I have just arrived in France for a short time, I know that she is a person with a weak character who can hurt herself. Or rely on your brother-in-law who has a personality similar to your sister?"

“I don’t think any of this will work.”

"So, when your father steps down from this position, where will the Chirac family go, and where will you go?"

"So I think you should diversify your investments. And the upcoming European Union, I think, is a very good place to do that."

Looking at Claude who looked thoughtful, Milo smiled and thought that Europe would have von der Leyen in the future.

Then why couldn't it be his own Claude?

"Americans probably don't like the establishment of the European Union, right?" Claude suddenly said.

Milo shrugged. "Of course. When it comes to the country that least wants European unification, it's definitely the United States."

"Then why do you want me to go to the EU? Wouldn't that make the Americans wary?"

"Europe is not ruled by the Americans, at least not now. What we are not satisfied with is that Europe is truly united and that the EU can truly unify the whole of Europe. But I think... just thinking about the relationship between Britain, France and Germany for hundreds of years, and the numerous ethnic groups that are so numerous that it's a headache, it's impossible for Europe to be unified."

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Milo shook his head. “We’re worried, but we’re not really that worried.”

Claude was silent.

The EU is of course the so-called European Union, whose predecessor was the European Community, whose predecessors were the European Coal and Steel Community, the European Atomic Energy Community and the European Economic Community (Common Market).

In December 1991, the European Community Maastricht Summit adopted the Treaty on European Union, commonly known as the Maastricht Treaty.

On November 1, 1993, the Maastricht Treaty officially came into effect and the European Union was officially born.

In other words, now, at the end of 1997.

The European Union has been in existence for almost four decades.

Even the legal currency, the euro, is being prepared for issuance.

It was also announced that after the new century, it would replace the original currencies of all member states and become a true European common currency.

"And the simplest fact is..."

Milo smiled: "If you work in the European Union, you can contribute to it, whether it is for President Chirac or for the benefit of the French people."

"On the other hand, Mr. Chirac lives in the Elysee Palace. So your work in Brussels will probably be smoother."

This is a matter of course.

France today is undoubtedly the largest country in Europe.

Its international status was even stronger than that of the weakened Britain, not to mention Germany, which was still half-crippled even twenty years later.

The daughter of the leader of Europe's most powerful country went to work in Brussels...

It is absolutely false to say that there is no care.

On the other hand, Claude can also, to a certain extent, represent the interests of the Elysee Palace in the European Union.

More importantly… Claude couldn’t help but look at Milo.

It looked like Milo would still support her, which meant that the Americans, at least part of the American forces, would support her.

And there is no doubt that the influence and power of Americans in Europe is extremely strong.

Claude was moved.

"I'll think about it..."

She wanted to go back and discuss it with her father.

Because before this, she had never thought about this kind of thing.

Before Milo brought it up, she had been trying her best to be a good advisor to her father.

Then when my father leaves the Elysee Palace and I am old enough to do so.

Then I can also follow the path my father has taken.

But now it seems that Milo's proposal is a good one.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the American intentions to weaken Europe after the fall of the Red Bear are well known.

Therefore, this group of European politicians who are still capable of doing something will work harder to promote the establishment of the European Union.

That is why they are trying every possible means to strengthen the power of the European Union.

And if the EU's power is strengthened, it will naturally be a good thing for people working here.

And it doesn't matter whether it's the European Union or France's own laws.

There is no regulation that prohibits you from returning to your own country to work after working in the EU.

So even in the European Union it is not possible.

I can still return to Paris and my own country in the future.

I finished my breakfast while Claude was lost in thought.

Milo checked the time and it was already past 9am.

He looked at his nightgown, a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he ran into the kitchen, holding Claude who was packing the kitchen utensils and refused to let go.

Claude struggled to break free, but it was in vain given Milo's size and strength. Claude cursed in shame and anger: "Damn bastard, let me go, I really can't, I feel swollen! Next time, be good, I will satisfy you next time..."

Milo let go of Claude, whose pretty face was blushing, a little disappointedly, pouted his lips, and after Claude gave him a sweet kiss, he reluctantly went back to the bedroom to change his clothes.

Imagine if everything went well.

In ten or twenty years, the person he is holding now will be the one who has the final say in Europe.

Imagine asking the future European leader to give birth to seven or eight children for you! A von der Leyen all your own! Just thinking about it makes me happy.

Not to mention the huge benefits involved, one that is in line with both the U.S. national interest and one's own personal interests.

So Milo wants to push this matter with all his strength.

If it works then that would be great, but if it doesn’t it won’t be a big loss.

The process can also be promoted by leveraging the power of the United States.

Because Washington is definitely happy about this matter.

I took out my cell phone and made a call. David and Kenny were already waiting downstairs with their people.

This is Claude's house in the 16th arrondissement of Paris. She lives here alone and only occasionally stays in the Elysee Palace.

Milo came over last night with a thick face, and his security team naturally followed and set up defenses around.

After putting on his shoes, Milo looked back at Claude and raised his eyebrows, "Did you forget something?"

"..." Claude threw the bunch of keys in his hand to Milo in shame and anger. Milo smiled and easily caught them. "Okay, I'm leaving. Remember to call me. I really miss the madness of last night..."

"Get out!" Claude growled in a low voice with a blushing face.

Milo chuckled a few times, took a step forward, hugged Claude tightly, and kissed him passionately until Claude hit him, then let go and whispered: "I'm leaving, take care of yourself, call me if you have anything. Think carefully about what I told you last night, if you are willing, I will definitely spare no effort to help you."

Milo said as he happily touched Claude's face, then walked out of the apartment.

The moment the door closed, Milo saw reluctance in Claude's eyes.

Milo shrugged and walked quickly down the stairs, choosing not to take the elevator because who knows who he would meet.

Unlike the stairwell, each floor was guarded by one of his bodyguards.

After going downstairs, I opened the security door of the apartment building and saw that the Renault commercial vehicle, which followed the local customs, had already opened its door.

Milo nodded at Kenny and quickly got into the car.

(End of this chapter)