American Fortune Life

Located in Yellowstone Park, Montana, the Yellowstone Club is a members-only private resort club founded in 2001 by Tim Brixes and his wife. To become a member of this club, you need to own your property within a specified range, the real estate price is over $2 million, members need to pay $300,000 in dues and nearly $40,000 in annual fees.

“In fact, it's not as mysterious as they say outside. It's just good protection. Plus, with just 1,000 members, media reporters can't get in. It gives people a sense of mystery. It's really nothing. Well, the identity of the members is just a little special. You don't have to look at me like that. You'll know when you get there, maybe you'll meet Gates or the vice president or something, but the villa we're staying in is a certain distance from the rest of the house, and you might see it when you ski. ”

Andy listened carefully to Lima as a curious baby and admired the founders of Yellowstone, at least this mysterious veil gave the club a great reputation. Even Lima came to be interested as soon as she heard the name, and it turns out that fame and everything is still something everyone craves.

Lima looked at Andy, her eyebrows wrinkled tightly, her teeth biting her lips, very tangled, and with precautions she said, "You're not messing around, are you? ”

“I swear! Absolutely not messing around, I just want to take you to relax. After all, high intensity training and intense schedule, I want to come to all aspects of your tight overload, maybe the show will end in a serious illness, I hope you can explain slowly to let go, the air and environment there is definitely the best option, no one to disturb!” Andy rubbed Lima's little hand gently and looked gently at her and said in a heartfelt manner.

“You...” Lima was really moved, she didn't hesitate, she nodded slowly, and went on to say, "As long as you promise not to mess around, I'll go... ”

Once again, the car arrived in the underground parking lot of the hotel where the Wimmi angels were staying, and Kenny and Joseph consciously got off guard.

Lima's face was slightly red, she didn't look Andy in the heat, and her right hand panicked to open the door.

As soon as Andy pulled Lima over and kissed her, Lima pushed her full body away. Andy grabbed his bag and opened the door and jumped out of the car.

Her cheeky face was covered in red, her fists waved and she whispered harshly: "You're an asshole! ”

Andy didn't get out, he just opened the door, his eyes smiled slightly, licked his lips and looked like he missed a lot.

“Damn it! I must be crazy...” Lima was a little embarrassed, smiling out her hand clapped her forehead, put on her sunglasses, ignored Andy, and walked quickly to the elevator.

When Kenny and Joseph saw Lima in the elevator, they went back to the car, and Andy leaned back in the seat, "Let's go home, too. ”

On the afternoon of Victoria's secret underwear show in 2006, Andy showered and shaved, rolled back and forth with a ball of antiperspirant under his armpit, looked at the handsome face in the mirror, and smiled with great satisfaction.

His hairdresser won't be here for long. After all, tonight's show brings together a large number of media reporters. He can't help but notice his image. In the fan economy, sometimes people who eat with talent don't necessarily eat with their faces.

Andy sat in the living room, watching the fast silver and witch squatting in front of him crooked her head, curious to see the hairdresser trim her hair, Andy laughingly threw the ball out of her hand, and the two dogs roared and chased out.

The hairdresser grinned and waited with scissors until Andy stopped moving. He looked at the hairdresser, left and right, and continued to remove the scissors.

You don't really need to cut a lot of hair either, mainly by finishing your hair and then setting it up.

Media meetups outside the Hollywood Heavenly Dynasty Theatre are being reported live on TV, and some of Victoria's secret new supermodels and newly signed angels will be interviewed by the media for photos, pedestrian or tourist interactions.

The slightly juvenile Miranda Cochrane was in line and gave a lot of footage, and she certainly looked sweeter and more popular with the media.

“Hey, Andy, aren't you ready?” Fatty's familiar voice came through the front door.

Andy flipped a white eye and saw the fast-silver and little ball biting witch running back, and the fat man waddled up behind him, wearing a tailored suit and brand-new black and shiny leather shoes.

“Are you going on a date?” Andy whispered.

“Ha! You don't really think Wimmy just invited you, do you? I'm also a single successful person, how could Wimmi's usual pie miss me as a little famous guy in Hollywood?” Carl was very deserving of the beginning of the show.

“Ha, so big, Mr. Carl, where are you sitting?” Andy smiled.

“Cough... They should have thought I was too big and arranged somewhat side by side. I wonder if it's possible to change next to you...” Karl was choked to a light cough to cover up the embarrassment.

Instead of picking him up, Andy threw the ball out again, and Fast Silver and the Witch especially enjoyed playing the game with him.

“By the way, Andy, are you still not attending tonight's celebration? The night before was a very lively party, and many of Hollywood's biggest medals were there, and those supermodels, shudders, were in better shape than one.” Carl picked his eyebrows in disgrace and said.

“Humph! I have promised Ivana that I will not eat my words. Besides, there are reporters and paparazzi everywhere, how lively can it be? But the celebration also invited journalists, not interested.” Andy whispered coldly, okay, to be honest, he was really a little depressed.

“Hey, I understand, I understand, you can comfort yourself with these reasons.” Carl chuckled.

Andy was slightly depressed and no longer cared about the fat guy. The hairdresser quickly cleaned up Andy's hair and blew it and left.

Andy and Fatty ate a little food at home, after all, Andy wouldn't go to dinner, and Fatty was purely mouth-watering.

Hollywood Boulevard, Kodak Theatre, Wimmi Show venue.

Bentley slowly pulled over, Joseph quickly stepped out of the car to open the door, Andy was wearing a fitted black suit, the button at the neck of the white shirt was open, no tie, a black leather shoe backlit, stood on the red carpet, media reporters on both sides began to press the shutter frantically, and Andy's name was yelled out.

Andy walked through the red carpet quickly after taking a few photos with the reporters, after all, there were a lot of people out there tonight, and he didn't want to take the time.

Enter the venue and find your own place under the leadership of the staff, very well located, first row of seats in the middle position.

Andy saw an acquaintance, the smile on his face couldn't help but stagnate slightly, four or five people apart, but without any disrespect, the smile on his face was even more glamorous and he walked up quickly.

“Hi, Parris, you look lovely tonight. ”

Andy laughed and praised as he embraced the patch with Paris wearing a golden sequin with a tun super short dress.

“Thank you. I love your suit. It suits you well.” Parris smiled and said, just not loosening Andy's arm, but holding it very naturally, looking up to Andy and continuing: “Let me introduce you to my friend, Kardashian, and Lindsay Rohan. They're my girlfriends. ”

Andy couldn't help but put his mouth to rest. This little bitch really didn't let go of any chance to get on the news. The reason why she didn't let go of her arm was because several reporters were holding their cameras against them on one side. Well, this was supposed to be Vimette.

Andy obviously saw the SAO in her eyes and deliberately blew his breath into his ear, Nima, which was SAO.

As for Lindsay Rohan, the poisonous girl, Andy, is really afraid to mess around. Nima, this crazy woman who likes to collect stamps, can do everything. Especially since then, when 36 Hollywood men have slept in the world, many so-called men's gods are in danger.

Lindsay Lohan certainly doesn't know how lethal she is, Andy Johann is nauseous, and her etiquette xing sticker, but this woman is a JIAN product, and she actually licks Andy's cheek, Nima, will it infect her mental retardation?

After a few more chills with Parris, Andy didn't want to get involved with her, and with more and more people entering, she quickly ended the conversation and found a seat to sit down.

Andy's seat, on the right is the aisle, on the left is a man, he doesn't know, but he can sit beside him, and he shouldn't be in a bad position, but he's a bit of a pussy, and Nima is actually using Chanel's perfume for women, and she completely lost the urge to get to know him.

Waiting silently for the start of the Wimmi show, as for the dead fat guy, Andy looked back and saw the fourth row of the area next to the aisle on his right hand side, close to the aisle, smiling and chatting with the people around him, seemed to meet acquaintance.

Andy stopped looking around and took out his phone and texted Lima. Everything should be ready by now, sitting back to rest and waiting for the show to start. If I remember correctly, there was no Lima in the first series.

“You're all I see!” Smiled and pressed the launch key, then turned off the phone and locked the screen in the pocket