American Fortune Life

In 2016, Song Dawei, 33 years old, was a mobile gaming engineer, both parents, in an unmarried relationship, working okay, well paid, and living a very mediocre life, until he was bombed with a charging four-star phone, his life had almost nothing to do with it, look at the internet novel, YY took a club of women, chased the pedal folk, collected a large collection of pedal * * * * * * download to watch the drama, collected the beautiful picture of Vemidi Angel, a completely technical house full of all kinds of fantasies.

To be honest, besides being able to program, making him write novels is just like Tianfang Night Tan. Of course, he doesn't have to read the Internet. All kinds of ideas can still be borrowed. The integration of soul memory, English writing is not a very difficult thing.

Hollywood! Andy mumbled, his favorite thing in previous life was to watch a big American film. Let's find a big future film to convert into a novel. Anyway, with the skeleton of the novel, just add content to it. Saving a book should be easy.

An unidentified thought suddenly emerged from his head, he was in a hurry to breathe, a moment of dizziness, Song Dawei's hands on the floor glass, his face shook his head in pain, trying to drive away memory fragments like dozens of trains running through each other.

Buzz.

Song Dawei stood up hard and straightened his body. He tasted a little blood in his mouth, wiped it with his hands and bled his nose again. Walk into the bathroom and wash off the nosebleeds and look at yourself in the mirror with all the water stains on your face.

If this is the benefit of crossing, then I will not bleed to death! Just now, the memory fragments in my brain stormed away, regrouping into what they were. That's a couple of movies, an episode of music and chased comedy, and a dozen novels stored in my phone's memory.

Sadly, however, only two or three of a dozen novels are available. The others are all Huaxia Internet. A few of the films are series. They should have been filmed long ago. There is no chance of copying at all. The music is quite English. Although no one can say that there is a problem with a writer suddenly starting to write songs, it also takes a reasonable opportunity to get them out, right?

And the most frustrating thing about Song Dawei is that all the hand swimming in the memory of his phone didn't show up. Of course, even if it wasn't in the memory, he could develop it. After all, he only developed hand swimming to eat.

Now to continue Andy Smith's identity, any sudden change could raise questions for the neighbors and his loved ones, so be a good waste writer, then write a novel to make money, wait for the smartphone to go public, develop mobile games, open a company's market circle of money, become the new IT rich, and the beautiful women who once let him go through the screen YY say they can't help but stain their fingers.

Wipe clean, thin, pale face, comb dark hair, look at the five officers in the mirror, “Still quite handsome, a bit like the younger version of Ginullivis.” Song Dawei's self-absorbed face was gently caressed, and the blue eyes of a lake in the deep eye socket revealed a deep glow.

She's 188 tall and weighs only 110 pounds, how can she die? Song Dawei looked at the lean body, and under the reflection of white skin, the whole person was like a sick patient.

The most important thing right now is to get your body in order. Song Dawei knew that his body was in danger of collapse.

Walking barefoot into the luxurious hat room, looking at Lynn's glamorous clothes and shoes, Song Dawei couldn't help but admire how happy the world is. Pull all drawers, watches, glasses, ties, underwear, socks neatly all over the space.

Formerly Song Dawei was myopic and always wore glasses. Although his body's eyes were fine now, he still found a black frame glasses with light brown lenses to wear. He took out a Cartier watch strap on his wrist and caressed it with love.

Pick up a rectangular black velvet wrapped box and open it. Inside is a black Montblanc fountain pen. Song Dawei took out the fountain pen and opened it. He shook his head and laughed. What a big fucking dog.

Put on some white CK underwear, put on a pair of grey tri-leaf grass hooded pants, the pants were slightly longer, some mopped, and took the socks and stuffed them in a pair of Addy's white skate shoes.

With a shoe in his left hand and a fountain pen in his right hand, he walked into the living room, and the large, luxurious sofa surrounded almost the entire living room, the coffee table in the middle was almost ready for bed, the carpet on the ground was exquisite, soft and tactile, after all, he fainted on it for a long time last night.

Throw your shoes on the floor and walk to the kitchen. The entire villa has two floors above and below the main body, four bedrooms and five bathrooms, two fireplaces, a study, a gym, a games room, a movie screening room, a large geometric pool built around a dozen tall palm trees outside, lawns and various vegetation trees wrap the entire villa in the middle, the entire villa covers about 700 square meters, the kitchen is large, an open kitchen with a Nakajima style cabinet, it feels good.

Pull open the large, double-door refrigerator, empty apart from neat, high-end mineral water and a few jars of milk.

Take out a 1000ML bottle of Five Springs natural mineral water and open it for a few sips. It feels cool and straight to the bottom, wipe the corners of your mouth, and look at the various notes on the fridge door.

Drop the mineral water and go back to the living room and take the Nokia N93 out of your pants pocket, which is still on the ground, with a funny twist and a smile in your mouth. Next year, the bitten apple will launch its first generation, and the mourning bells of Motorcycle and Nokia have been ringing.

When Song Dawei said he wanted a seven-cooked steak, he continued to ask for the delivery address after making a slight mistake.

While holding a large bottle of mineral water and drinking, I hope that the cool will wash away the hangover pain, while turning on the large LCD TV.

Several consecutive switches were made solely because of Uncle Barney, who starred in "The Romantic History of Mom and Dad", and the news that Neil Patrick Harris came out of the closet and that several Republican MPs had come down from the scandal.

Because of the integration of the soul, Andy found English to be his second mother tongue, bored nestled on the sofa waiting for takeout.

The buzzing vibration of the phone picked up the phone from the desk and picked it up without even looking at it. “Hello, who are you calling so early? ”

“Damn, you finally answered my phone! I'm Carl, FUCK. Where are you now? ”

The deafening roar irritated Song Dawei for a moment, "I'm home.” When I finished, I hung up and looked at the electrical records, which showed the broker's name. A middle-aged, skinny, fat man appeared in my memory...

Ding-dong.

Song Dawei rushed out of the living room impatiently, opened the door, watched the takeaway boy hold all the food through the messy living room and put it on the dining table, stuffed the already prepared dollar into the waiter's hand, saw the happy waiter get a 20 yuan tip and went to close the door, so he couldn't wait to start eating.

Pizza, steak filled empty stomach, drinking water while comfortably touching stomach, satisfied a burp.

The banging of the door scared him. Slowly came to the door and saw an obscene fat face in the cat's eye, creating a disgusting emotion that Andy had no reason to be.

“Grass, Andy's negative feelings really affect me!” pat yourself on the face, calm yourself down, take a few deep breaths, "be calm, as long as you put your face on the board, talk less, show impatience is fine. ”

“Open the door, Andy, it's Carl. Open the door! I...” Fat Carl looked at Andy with a cold face and opened the door and went back to the growl raw on his mouth.

Song Dawei, no, it should be Andy Smith turning back to the house with no expression, ignoring the chattering agent in his mouth, once again nestled in a large, soft sofa, a lifeless look with a remote control for a TV show.

Then Andy watched as the broker started complaining, rubbing his swollen temple, and went back to the second floor bedroom. Andy climbed out of bed and went downstairs, without the noisy broker, the villa was quiet again.