American Fortune Life

A large glass of salt water quickly came to the bottom. At the end of the sip, Andy couldn't help but lick it on Lima's cherry lips. Smash it. Smash it. The Lima instinct helped him take advantage of it. Kissing still tastes good.

Well, Andy looks at Lima still in a coma, his old face can't help but be red, it's immoral while people are in danger, he also understands that this kind of thing is embarrassing, a bit obscene, but he's really a little out of control, the idols of his past life, the goddess, close at hand, his heart is like a cat claw scratch, hey, after all, it's still influenced by the mindset of a man in a previous life, looks like he's going to be completely tall and handsome, stylish, with his own forced halo, there's still a long way to go.

But he reassured himself that it was a rescue, not a cheap divination. As for sticking his tongue in his mouth, he was worried that the salt water choked on Lima...

Strong reasons. Andy straightened his body a little bit, sat back by the bed, and stretched out his hand to remove a few strands of hair on Lima's pretty face, apparently because it was replenished with salt water, and the dryness of Lima's lips was relieved. Whether it was salt water or Andy's effects after eating, it was unknown.

Assistant Mary returned to the infirmary about 20 minutes later, naturally for a while. She wanted to feed Lima some water with a spoon, but saw that the cup on the table was completely empty. She also checked that there were no overflowing water stains on the lower Lima pillow. Her eyes had to shrink. She seemed to have guessed something, but the expression on her face did not change.

Until Andy left without reason, Mary looked a little jealously at Adriana Nerima, still in a coma, whispering, "It's a woman who can make a man lose his mind... ”

When Andy left the fitness club, he told Rockridge that he wouldn't be here for the next two or three days, then he drove home. It was just a slight perfume on his clothes or let Li Wanqing smell it. His eyebrows had to be slightly wrinkled, but he didn't ask, just an angry white son glanced at him.

Andy was a little confused, and an innocent expression shrugged his shoulders and went to the bathroom to rinse.

Around 6 pm, Lima woke up after the infusion, and her first sentence after she woke up with dry tongues was water.

Always sitting by the bed waiting for Marie to serve the salt water she had prepared in the morning, lifting Lima gently, holding her in her arms and passing the cup to her lips.

After drinking a glass of water, Lima felt incredibly comfortable and her sober head sobered up, her tongue licked on her cherry lips, her voice weakly asked: “Is this in the hospital? ”

“No, still in the club, this is the infirmary, thanks to Mr. Smith today, otherwise I really don't know what to do, you don't know, you can scare me to death when you faint...” When Mary let Lima lie down again, she began to speak with a little exaggeration.

Listening to Andy's rescue, Lima was slightly stunned and felt a little better about him, at least as a nice gentleman.

But listen to all the praise Mary gave Andy Smith, and the brow slightly wrinkled and said, “Next time you see him, thank him for his help! By the way, isn't there a photography job tonight? What time is it? ”

Mary looked at Lima, who wanted to hold on to her seat, helplessly and hastily stopped: “I've already contacted the company, they'll reschedule the magazine over there, and what else are you thinking about in this physical condition! Dr. Hamilton said you need to rest now, you need to rehydrate and nourish, and you can't continue your diet and sweating training! ”

Lima's face showed a bitter smile and sighed, "Let's go home after a break... ”

Watching Mary nod her head and get up and start packing up Lima's things, Lima closed her eyes slightly, and Andy's tall figure and sunny smile appeared in her head, but her eyes were still so annoying.

Sunday, 1 October 2006, Manhattan, New York.

Entering New York in October, temperatures of around 10-18 degrees Celsius make people feel very comfortable, the sky is clear, many people start to run in the morning, although it is a rest day, but in this internationalized metropolitan area it is still boiling and unusually noisy.

Only few people know that as The New York Observer's weekly magazine is thrown once by newspaper children, thrown on the lawn of some private house or in front of the door, stuffed by mailmen into the box of newspapers in the building, an earthquake in the American Empire is brewing, which will radically change the current congressional landscape of the American Emperor, HSD will attract the world's attention, and it will be a media feast, and starting today, The New York Observer and Andy Smith will be out of the United States, attracting worldwide attention.

At breakfast time, Auston didn't see his son. Li Wanqing pointed to Andy's room and said: “I didn't come out this morning. I went to knock on the door to call him. I just answered and then nothing happened. It seemed like it was late writing last night. Let him sleep. ”

“ ”The blues on Auston's forehead could not help but beat, not to mention the hatred in his heart. On the table is a weekly issue of The New York Observer, with Tom's photo on the front page, behind which is a shadow of a portrait, titled" Elephant Leader and Money Laundering Group ”.

Spread, keep spreading.

Original sales have increased to 70,000 copies of Observer's weekly magazine, with Pitcaplan allowing the printing house to print 300,000 copies, contacting newspaper outlets in New York on an ad hoc basis the previous few days and selling them fully on the shelf this morning.

It was so loud...

The people of New York seem to be strangled by one hand. It's a little unbelievable. After all, since January of this year, the elephant party has had a series of scandals, which have already caused people to lose faith in elephants. Now even elephant leaders have been exploded into collusion with money-laundering groups. People instinctively react to the donkeys being framed, but quickly react to what newspaper is in their hands, followed by shock and anger.

In the conference room of The New York Times.

“Bang!”

“Who can tell me why we didn't get a single message? So much news, we didn't even know, and we were writing campaign soft papers for these elephants and donkeys... ”

A middle-aged bald man growled loudly in the conference room, silently sitting in the next lap.

“Phew... Phew... ”

The editor-in-chief gasped, pointing to the head of the Human Resources Department, and said: "Fire the reporter's station stationed at the New York News Agency, and stay close to the Observer. I can't believe I got any news. Why do you keep them?" ”

The people in the conference room face to face, I don't know how to explain, this exclusive news will be kept strictly confidential by any newspaper, who will leak the sound, the editor is also confused.

“Why are you still sitting here? Get me out of here and get all the editors to find me relevant news content. Since Observer dares to cover this news, he must have evidence in his hand. Go, get the reporters to interview Auston Smith. He should be the only one who can be interviewed now. Andy Smith and Pete Kaplan will never show up. Auston Smith can't possibly not be unaware. Now! Immediately... ”

By the time reporters from The New York Times arrived at the Observer newspaper building and the Auston Smith campaign office, they were amazed by the sight of a large number of journalists, live TV cars, exterior hosts, and all kinds of short-gun cameras.

Pete Kaplan looked downstairs with a slight smile through the floor-to-ceiling window, the phone on the desk kept ringing, and several TV stations were beside him with interview invitations.

“Newspapers have finally risen in my hands, and years of dreams have finally come true... ”

In order to keep the story confidential and sensational, Pitt Kaplan himself wrote the story, which he did not produce until his men had taken a copy of the layout for him to read, temporarily changing the front page headlines, and in the shocking eyes of his men, Pitt Kaplan himself sat in the town printing house until he watched a weekly magazine packed for delivery.