American Fortune Life

(Blocked again, modified and reissued, I'm depressed really. There is also the question of women, what level of contact with what kind of women, tiger body shock or concubine can not do ~ ~ the women of the previous period are passers-by, thank you for understanding, please ask for a recommendation ticket!! Thank you)

After coming out of the house again, Andy and Liu Yan said goodbye, watching Joseph and Kenny put their luggage in the trunk of Bentley's car, gave Carl a call, told him his room number at Four Seasons Hotel, and asked him to book a business class flight to New York tomorrow afternoon because he needed to record Saturday Night Live, and Carl would fly with him to New York.

Hanging up in Carl's filthy laughter, Joseph and Kenny pioneer drove their luggage to the Four Seasons Hotel, followed by Porsche, who Andy was picking up for dinner with Marissa Miller later.

Andy stopped by Marissa Miller, who had been waiting on the side of the road for a long time, with long, blonde waves of hair, white wrinkled shoulders and a chest dress, ultra short and full P's, and black heeled sandals made her taller and her squeezed grooves look stunning.

“Here you go, beautiful lady.” Andy walked out of the car and sent a bunch of roses to her.

“Thank you.” Marissa Miller took the rose and was very happy. Although both of them were very thoughtful, Andy was very considerate of her and did not despise her and was willing to spend a little time on her.

Get in the car, Andy buckles up, smiles and says, "Marissa, you look lovely tonight. ”

“Giggle, if you like.” After that, Marissa smiled and kissed, Andy licked her lips and started the sports car.

“Let's eat first, and we'll have a long time tonight to let you know how good I am. ”

Dinner was plentiful and Marissa was very surprised by Andy's amount of food and watched as she was on a diet to manage her figure, which was driving her appetite open.

“Eat more and you'll have strength at night.” Listening to Andy's suggestion, Marissa was delirious, her feet under the table were not honest, and as a hybrid entertainment circle fashion circle supermodel for many years, some things were nothing to her, especially the psychology of these stinking men.

Andy picked his eyebrows, but kept eating very calmly and enjoyed Marisa's teasing.

This pair of dogs, men and women, in upscale restaurants, make a covert mess, ostensibly laughing until dinner is over.

Andy, holding his stomach, didn't even accept Marissa's suggestion to go to the club for a while, and the sports car quickly stopped in a dim light, and Joseph and Kenny stepped out of the Bentley and stood guarded around in the distance, seeing helplessness in each other's eyes.

The car seat was slowly lowered, making a faint sound inside the dim compartment.

Half an hour later...

Marissa washed her mouth with mineral water and threw a dozen tissues in her hands out the window.

“Oh, honey, you're really great.” Where in Andy's previous life would you have thought of such a moment, even if Marissa was a little older than him, the supermodel who would still climb onto the Wimmi show would be untouchable by anyone else, getting dressed, wearing a belt, and compliments with satisfaction.

“You're such an asshole!” Marissa was a little angry when she remembered the last moment she almost suffocated.

“Okay, okay, my fault, let's find a place to have a drink.” Andy, hey, hey, smile and apologize. I was a little out of line.

Andy frowned from time to time in the nightclub with all the vibrant electronic music and crowded and chaotic atmosphere. It was too loud to see him still fit into this nightlife.

After communicating loudly and enjoying the environment, Marissa lifted her hand and left the club as Joseph and Kenny drove off.

Looking for a bar, in a lazy jazz sound, they drank more than 10 pm and Kenny drove them to the Four Seasons Hotel in a Bentley.

Overnight, Andy Johnson's body almost felt emptied. The battle was so intense, it was impossible to tell. The next morning, Andy walked into the bathroom and started putting water in for a bath.

When Marissa woke up, Andy picked her up and laid down in the bathtub, but she didn't know who started it.

“Well, baby, if I surrender, you can stop messing with me and I'm flying to New York this afternoon... I laughed when I heard Andy's gutter, lying on the edge of the bathtub, powerless, and Marissa with a faint face.

“It was a ridiculous morning. ”

Andy and Marissa had breakfast together, watched a few newspapers sent by the waiter, and it turned out that Marissa Miller was very happy and felt much better about Andy. At least she was sure that Andy was the kind of guy who would kiss his ass and walk away after bed from time to time, and they would have a breakfast together.

Andy still practises the eating habits of the breakfast emperor, the lunch aristocrats, the dinner beggars, the abundance of breakfast and his amount of food all surprised Marisa, watching Andy stick it in her mouth one by one, she can't stop looking, she can only remind Andy not to eat too much from time to time, that's not good for the stomach and intestines what advice.

By the time Andy had finished eating, all three servings had disappeared, or the kind of high calorie food, especially the three delicious pieces of beef and beef, that was all that was left.

“It's horrible, Andy. Your food is horrible. I finally know why you're so powerful.” Marissa was staring at her hands with a fork in her hand, and a little beef on the fork was too late to be delivered into her mouth.

Andy wiped his mouth, drank a sip of mineral water, and picked up the newspaper on the table to look over.

“Oh, I can't believe these paparazzis are fucked. Look what they've said. Are you sure you're okay with that?” Andy looked at the big picture of him and Marissa and the comments below and asked angrily.

“Giggle, what's there? Don't worry about them cursing me, don't worry about not paying attention. People like us are most afraid of ignorance. Nobody pays attention at all. Even then, other people envy me.” Marissa hears Andy's words, but she's excited to say it. She doesn't care what the papers say. Bitches and all that. Being scolded doesn't make less meat, it increases her reputation.

Andy shrugged, and he knew that models like Marissa Miller really didn't get noticed at all. Anyway, he had no impression of Marissa in previous life, and the models he knew were Velmie's angels.

Think about the celebrities of previous life, all kinds of speculation, after the speculation red, make a lot of money, there are too many such things, even more famous aerospace system, black history, black purple, finally after all kinds of speculation, start to wash white?

If the Future Entertainment Party knew that Andy used Marissa Miller as a wild mold or something, they would cut him to death with a kitchen knife. Actually, it's not surprising that Andy's lonely widow, Marissa Miller, is really starting to go red in the United States, again in 2008, on various magazine covers, signing endorsements and keeping secrets, really belonging to that kind of late model.

Perhaps there will be a difference in this world, after all, now that her and Andy's scandals have come out, even though they are now only the focus of some gossip tabloids, Marissa Miller herself is in excellent condition, perhaps she will be dug out early.

Anyway, Andy and Marissa Miller were just getting what they needed. He was obsessed with Marissa's body, and that's all she could do to help her. As for more help, Andy doesn't have that ability right now. Even with him, it wouldn't take much effort. After all, the two were just close friends. They were supposed to be watching TV intimately after breakfast, and there were photos of two people appearing on several star gossip shows, which made Marissa Miller happy to send a hot kiss.

After watching the broker's phone call, she screamed excitedly, Marissa Miller, Andy helplessly skipped her mouth, but her perception of this kind of woman became deeper, easier to handle and better controlled, so long as he could always bring the woman what she needed, she could always be liked and enjoyed.

“Honey, thank you, really, you know, there are two magazines that let me shoot, thank you.” Marissa was so excited to surround Andy's neck that she kissed him on the lips, her eyes were a little foggy, and that spring almost overflowed.

“Oh, I wish I could help you. But you seduce me like this. Is your body able to bear it?” Andy accepted Marissa's gratitude and slapped her on her curly TUN with no anger for the spring in her eyes.

“Giggle, I really can't stand it, it doesn't match you very well.” Marissa grinned and rubbed around in Andy's arms with pride.