American Fortune Life

(Resend ~ ~ ~ Everyone should understand. Good New Year everyone!!! Leave a red envelope or something!!! Give me all those tickets!!!! It's going crazy, it's going crazy, 55555, folks, there's going to be a few unspeakable things in the future, there's nothing we can do. Hey ~ ~ ~)

And then the three of them took up the cup, but everyone's heart was filled with thoughts. And then Andy shouted, "Go!” Start drinking in three days.

Paris was fast, it was a long period of war, Ivanka was not bad, but compared to Paris, Andy's alcohol was really not that good. Seventy-eight glasses down the belly made him feel a little rushed and pressed down. By the time he picked up the tenth glass, Paris and Ivanka had already split the victory.

Parris looked proud of Ivanka, who looked a little ugly, and Andy was just blunt enough to see that something was wrong between them. Some of them sat down with their glasses in depression, looking up at the two women standing up against each other and sighing in their hearts for no delusion.

Thinking about the relationship between Paris and Ivanka in the future, it was also released. When both of them were well, Paris signed up with Trump's brokerage firm. After they broke up for some reason, their names never appeared together again.

These thousands of gold are pits! Andy couldn't help but vomit in his heart, thinking of losing consciousness, his eyes darkened, a perfumed lip covered his mouth, Andy stared at Ivanka, his body slowly straightened, a beautiful face filled with red spots.

“Tsk ~ ~ ~" Andy smashed his mouth infinitely and was about to sigh, and saw Ivanka pick up her handbag and look at Paris, who looked ugly, snorting coldly and walking away from the bar at an elegant pace.

“This ~ ~ Ivanka, what's going on?” Andy knew he was asking a stupid question just after he asked.

Sure enough, looking up at his head, slightly flanking his face, his eyes seemed to look at his paris with a hint of ridicule, arrogance, "Okay, well, I asked a silly question. So, go dancing? ”

“Oh ~ ~ ~ Is your rigid dance trying to torture me? Drink with me.” Parris picked up the bottle on the table and started pouring it, and soon it filled the table, so the glass was empty.

Andy licked his lips and he was really dizzy. He couldn't get enough of his own alcohol. A few glasses of tequila wouldn't do it.

Having had a few drinks with Paris, who didn't look so good, Andy kind of didn't like the dull atmosphere between them, and he wasn't here to be depressed with Paris and look at the watch through the dim lights.

Parris noticed Andy looking at time, looking at that handsome young face, flashing a hint of chun in his eyes, licking his lips gently, picking up a glass of tequila and drinking it, stretching out his arm to hold Andy's neck and kissing him without hesitation.

The perfumed drinks were crossed over and the two were entangled.

Nikki was genuinely jealous of her sister, and even though the disgrace of previous years' videotapes could not be erased, her charm seemed to never catch up with herself and had been cast into the shadows.

She also likes handsome guys, and Andy has all the advantages, body, appearance, fame, and family life of being in love, and her sister takes the lead.

Having had a few more drinks with the sisters, Andy was really drunk, dizzy and blushing, although he was still conscious and looked at the time, it was 1: 00 in the morning.

He was stunned and ready to say goodbye to the two sisters. Though he wanted to come with Parris once, he still had some concerns. Besides, there was a fresh little beauty waiting for him, so the trouble was a little less.

Not far away, Joseph and Kenny saw Andy get up twisted, knowing that the boss was drunk and wanted to go up and help him, but seeing the boss being dragged on the couch again, smiling at each other, seemed to be having a rough night.

Parris was a little drunk, dragging Andy, who was equally drunk, into the elevator in a twisted manner, and the two bodyguards silently followed, entering the elevator, and the two kissed each other, and the four high-profile bodyguards blocked the two behind him.

At the Waldorf Hotel, the Hilton sisters lived in the presidential suite for many years, staying inside since childhood, and the housekeeper saw Paris and Andy hugging him and hurrying to open the door, bringing the door with them when they entered, and the four bodyguards sat on the couch outside, implicitly.

The war begins.

Parris was really a little freaked out when she woke up, and Andy seemed to be releasing the dark side of her heart and rushing into the bathroom with Parris, who was a little panicked.

Unlock all positions in the bathtub.

Parris stared powerlessly at Andy lying around, palpitating her heart, and she was already thin, and that barbarity was a crime to her.

“Are you trying to kill me?” The red spot on Parris's face still hasn't faded, with a hint of grievance.

Andy caressed her smooth back and threw up in her heart: “I fucked her anyway, how can this future YIN doll get along with her herself! That's a tough one. ”

At 10: 00 in the morning, Andy opened his obscure eyes and looked up at himself and seemed to be asking "Are you satisfied?” Good morning, swinging golden ponytail is very cute.

Andy's arms pillow was behind his head, staring at the ceiling for a while, closing his eyes.

Three days later, Andy walked out of the Waldorf Hotel in an ugly way. There was no way. If he didn't leave, he would be deliberately weak. Why would he stay?

As for Parris, he was paralyzed in bed and called the familiar press.

“Hiss ~ ~ ~"

Parris threw an empty bottle around him angrily, “Fucking asshole! ”

As for the real reason, Andy and Parris were unannounced, and, of course, Nicky was also aware of it, just a completely despicable laugh.

Because she rushed into the suite more than once in three days and saw a lot of unspeakable things, although she also wanted to join, but unfortunately she was thrown out in anger by her sister.

Brooklyn Dyke disappeared for four days, a grudge on Andy's face, except that he knew his own business, Andy very much apologized for the loss of face, then shopping and sweeping showed apology sincerity, the young girl was soon settled, and the foolish and sweet start of love, as to whether or not to pretend, is no longer within Andy's consideration.

Good thing Andy doesn't care about Dad's attitude. As long as he comforts Li Wanqing, he can honestly start writing novels at home. During this time, he also met with people from Universal Music to talk about contracts and sign money to prepare singles.

It was a pleasant little day, just that Brooklyn Dyke started to get busy, because of the speculation, she now has a bigger reputation, various fashion magazines invited to take photos to make her happy to start running around, she knew whose credit it was, so she called almost every day to show her thoughts about Andy, and Andy didn't have to take all the stressful photos.

That's what life is like, getting used to it over time. Whether it's bathing every day, drinking iced water (that is, cold water, hot water in the Heavenly Dynasty and all that American puking trough), eating beef, eating salad sauce-filled vegetable salad, cheese, bacon, or pastries, telling your mother that you love her, being photographed by a dog, watching your own news from the newspaper, is slowly getting used to, becoming inertia in life.

It's just that in the middle of the night, we can't help remembering and remembering the dynasties of the previous world.

In all the peoples of the world, there is no comparison between Chinese people's attachment to their homeland and roots. As long as people come out of heaven, of course, there is no absolute desire for the outside world and life, but in old age, the root of the leaves is the last Chinese obsession.