American Fortune Life

Monica Belucci, the Italian goddess, ended her 14-year marriage with Vincent Castle, and before she crossed, it was Andy who followed the news, after all, the goddess.

And a lot of foreign media reports made Andy feel even more worthless then marrying his goddess to a French crocodile date. Unfortunately, Andy was just a normal person at the time, and time couldn't go back.

In times when there are no rainbow flags flying everywhere, individuals do not come forward to acknowledge that hiding becomes simple, and in a rainbow world, only GAY can discern GAY.

Not to mention the hidden nature of marriage and childbirth. Andy doesn't care if the card is a double plug or not. He only believes what he sees and hears in front of him. After having fun, he gets a little upset.

He doesn't discriminate against GAY, but this scum of deception is a bit disgusting.

If you think about it, Monica and Castle's marriage will pass. Who would meow put a youwu like Monica aside, permanently separated from two countries?

Monica's stuck in Rome, and Castle's stuck in Brazil, Nima. What the hell is this?

And these pictures were taken in Brazil, not in France, and Andy had this obsessive feeling.

Monica tried to save her marriage by choosing to get pregnant again after 10 years as a dangerous senior woman, but after the baby was born she said, “Marriage, I don't know if it will last, it still exists today, but a year later... who knows? ”

“So-called love, that is, the conspiracy of one person to possess the freedom of another.” —— French literary Sutter

In Andy's view, however, that statement is problematic. So-called love is a state of emotion when two people, acting as hormones, reach a certain degree of acquiescence in crossing PEI intentions.

And in the case of Monica, it belongs to the purpose of being used for conspiracy possession.

Andy had no idea about the goddess and would not have worked so hard to dig black materials, well, even if he was able to be cool, after all, the age difference between the two was a little big, the collection was impossible, and a round dream might be worth considering.

Of course, Andy would tell Monica the truth, even if he couldn't kiss her, that he didn't want to see the goddess continue to be deceived, maybe Monica wasn't unclear, she just wanted to save the marriage, but that might be a small xing, and if that were the case, two people wouldn't live in Rome and one in Brazil.

Looking at the time, Andy turned on the color printer, picked out some clear photos, and started printing.

With a squeaky print, Andy squints his eyes, plays with his phone with his left hand, touches his chin with his right hand, and doesn't know what to think.

Since the Hacker Empire, Monica Belucci's reputation in Hollywood has fallen to the level of a second-line downstream international female star, and even covered Sophie Maso during Sicily, but now Sophie Maso's reputation in the United States is not as good as Monica's. (Reality data, Google search heat)

Turn on Google, type in Monica Belucci's name, and it'll be out in a minute.

The "Kill All Out", which was released in late July, is being promoted across the United States, an address book is being opened, a telephone call is being found and a text message is being sent out quickly.

After about a dozen minutes, Andy's phone rang and looked a little unexpected, but it picked up quickly.

“Hi Monica, thanks, it's an honor for the goddess to watch my game... ”

“ You're really sweet. I'm afraid I haven't had time to accept your invitation lately. I'm going back to Europe soon for publicity. France, I read that you're going to the Grand Olympics, too. ”

Andy, hearing Monica's smile and a little accent in English, couldn't help but lick the corner of her mouth and laugh, “Wow, should I be happy that you're paying so much attention to my trip? ”

“Giggle, there's no way to know, it's all over your news, it's hard to know. I'm curious about what you want to invite me to dinner and I look forward to your mysterious gift.” Monica was not averse to Andy, the little boy, but rather smiled.

“Confidentiality! I can only keep it a secret if you don't go on an appointment, and I think this gift will make you thank me, but you won't necessarily like it.” Andy laughed badly at the corner of his mouth, adding a more mysterious colour to the so-called gift, adding to Monica's appetite.

“Well, you sparked my curiosity, and in two weeks' time, our crew will go to Asia to promote, the Philippines and Thailand, and I will join the Thai publicity team, and I think I can accept your invitation in Thailand, but remember to bring your gift. Oh, BOY, roll... ”

Looking at the breathtaking YAN photos of Monica on the computer monitor, taking pictures of her heartfelt eyes, curved body, listening to the jokes on the phone, Andy's ambitions rose again, which allowed countless straight men from Europe and America to wash the first chuang of their lives! ~ Single xing sensation YOUwu is close by.

Go to Nima's age!

Andy hung up and took a deep breath and squeezed a sentence out of his teeth.

New York at noon.

Wall Street has long been overshadowed by the haze of the subprime mortgage crisis, and almost everyone has lost their old pride, confidence, wandering and helplessness.

Before, they might have been blinded by the government, by the company, by the lies that they had repeated hundreds of times in their mouths, and believed in them, but the subprime mortgage crisis had arrived on schedule and had not been delayed for a moment by the lies that everyone had fabricated at the same time.

In a fine Manhattan restaurant, there is only one long table with cutlery, and today at noon it is wrapped up to serve only a table of guests.

Warren Specter, president of Belleston, dressed in a premium, bespoke suit with a meticulous hairstyle, still looks radiant, even though his hair is slightly thin.

It seemed that his arrival was a signal, followed by a dozen luxury sedans parked at the entrance of the restaurant, down also by a suit of leather shoes on Wall Street JING Ying.

Baxton and more than 10 other fund managers were invited to lunch, and the executives of Baxton, led by President Warren, had deliciously entertained them, and there had been no job-related topics and the atmosphere had been quite harmonious, but it was clear to everyone that the purpose of Baxton's invitation was that all fund managers in the room had worked in Baxton, as well.

At the end of the meal, sweet wine time after the meal, several Belsden executives began to take turns.

Warren, president of Belleston, said the company was not in big trouble, hoping that they would put back the funds they had withdrawn from Belleston for what they had worked with, and that they would trust Belleston and invest in it.

After they finished, a dozen fund managers, including Budstone, asked random questions. In fact, it was clear to everyone that Belstein was equally aware that the purpose of the luncheon would be difficult to achieve, but the dead horse was a living horse doctor, how could he know there was no hope without trying?

In Warren Specter's disappointed eyes, one person stood up to say goodbye, ate, listened, and the issue was discussed, and the meeting was about to recess with his eyes open, leaving only Belsden's people behind.

Badstone raised his hand. “Sam, do you know how many problematic assets you have? ”

The man he asked was Belleston's COO chief operating officer, and everybody looked at Badstone, you know, now that Badstone is not the little character he used to be called the Huawei Talent, he's now Andy Smith, the new wealth myth's most dependent subordinate, the CEO of the investment company, the real CEO with billions of dollars in cash, and he's also a big man on Wall Street.

Everyone wonders why Budstone asks questions when most people go away and look at the group.

Belsden's people surrendered their eyes to COO Sam, "I don't know about that. ”

“About how much?” Badstone asked.

“Why don't I check in the office and let you know.” Sam said with a hint of embarrassment about the eyes of the colleagues around him.

Budstone sighed softly, folded the napkin, pressed it under the plate, the chair retracted slightly, stood up, tall standing tall and straight, with no emotional loop in his eyes for a week, and finally looked at Coo Sam.

“I'll tell you what, it's 220 billion. And your stock is only 14 billion. You're almost done. ”

That afternoon, the conversation spread across Wall Street.