American Fortune Life

The trumpet of the car came from outside the villa an hour later, wearing a white casual shirt, Andy in a grey loose trousers stood with a smile on his face at the front door of the villa, watching the car stop, walked up and opened the door.

A clear sandal and a white jade ZU stretched out of the car, sitting on the ground with a hint of charm, long black hair, a pair of sunglasses covering a half cheek, and the big red lip gloss of the symbol xing was not applied to the shiny lips.

Rich NI makes it amazing that any man can't ignore the mature ROU body wrapped in a clear floral dress and a white lace bottoming strap dress inside.

“Welcome, Monica, you're still so moving, moving, and stunning.” Andy smiles opposite Monica's eyes, who takes off her sunglasses, without concealing how she feels.

The beautiful and bright eyes beneath Qi Liu Hai in front of her twitched a few times, smiling on her face. She really smiled more charming, not like the usual cold, with deep locking moth brow grudges, but rather bright and naive, so that it was unprotected.

“I'm a little sorry I said yes, little man, your eyes are full of YU ~! wang, this is not the eye you should use on me, lol. ”

Monica whispered upwards, but there was no hesitation and Andy hugged her gently, lifting her face and giving him a sticky gift.

“It's not my fault that any man's eyes will solidify on you wherever you are, because your xing sensation is truly soulful. No one can pull themselves out.” Monica's charm and qualities can still be reversed when Andy looks at the pronounced contour of JING, fidelity, and the cool temperament she exhibits when her smile converges.

“Giggle, your mouth is still so sweet, thanks for the compliment, but keep your eyes closed, I don't want to date an animal.” Monica gauged the villa environment in front of her, and as no one walked into the villa, she didn't go to see Andy and smiled directly.

Andy wasn't embarrassed at all, heeled behind her, looking at the shadow in front of her, from hair to high heels, all with a hint of xing, and Andy was sure that all the men were willing to bow down for her if she wanted to.

Coming to the villa, looking at the design of the surrounding villa and the nearby beach and azure waters, the fresh, salty sea breeze blew black hair on both sides of Monica's cheek, stretching her hands slightly down her hair and looking back at Andy, who had never left her since, despite a smile at the corner of her mouth, Andy noticed her slight frown.

“Seems like the last time I saw you, you changed your mind because of a change of circumstances? Makes you bold and unscrupulous? BOY, that's not the kind of look a gentleman should have at a couple. ”

Monica looked at Andy a little deeply, her eyes were not dodgy, her eyes were relative, she was too familiar with that look at the time, although she was happy for her undiminished charm, but did not like Andy's overheated gaze, even though she had some fondness for Andy, a very talented young and handsome billionaire, but this kind of feeling had nothing to do with QING, a man and a woman, and she was just willing to make friends like Andy.

“Sorry!” Andy sincerely and frankly apologized, closing his rude eyes, leading the way to the living room, sitting down separately, soon a cup of coffee arrived, Andy with a smile on his face, explaining: "When we were young, we all had our own dreamy goddess, each time you appeared with a unique breath, made my heart beat accelerate, my look lost, over the years, every time I saw you on the screen, that feeling still remained the same, that feeling of missing a beat, I was afraid it was only yours forever. ”

Andy's straightforward honesty stunned Monica slightly, then her slightly wrinkled eyebrows stretched, and the slightest discomfort and defense in her heart dissipated. JING's beautiful YAN face smiled, the branches trembled, the shaking white, dazzling.

Now Monica didn't leave a speckled shadow on her beautiful face ten years later in the beauty and time chainsaw battle, but her brilliant smile in front of her still revealed a line of lines around the corner of her eyes, which undoubtedly added to Andy's maturity.

Yezhi's famous "When You're Old" jumped out of his head, his eyes slightly squinted, “In pursuit of the dreams of the year, your beautiful splendor and deep visions. How many of you have loved your illustrious figure, your beauty, your hypocrisy or your true love, but only the one who loved the heart of your pilgrim and the marks of the years on your sorrowful face... The relatives pondered and murmured. How love passes, how it moves to the mountains, how it hides its face among the stars. ”

Like visions, like memories, like memories, Andy whispered softly, the tone of yin and yang was frustrating, the voice filled with magnetic xing made him smile elegantly on his face, slowly from stunned to melancholy, eyes closed, quietly listening to Andy's reading taste.

There was a brief silence throughout the living room, Monica opened her eyes and her eyes looked sophisticated at this handsome young face opposite her eyes, her heart chords trembling with no animal-like eyes, some pity and unhappiness and unnamed anger.

“Sorry, QING couldn't help but think of this poem when he saw the tail on the corner of your eye. ”

“Beautiful poetry, it's... ”

“The Irish poet William Butler Yeats was created in 1893 and dedicated to his girlfriend's passionate and sincere love poem. ”

“Probably not all of it, is it? What's your name? What's your name? ”

Andy sighed with a bitter smile on his face and said, "Whenyouareold. ”

Monica reached out and touched her cheek and couldn't help but shake her head and laugh, "What's so horrible about getting old that it's only by accepting this reality that you can live better, right? ”

“No, this is the true beauty, the natural beauty, the years have not left much marks on you, and you are still so beautiful. ”

Monica finally stopped excluding Andy's eyes from changing from time to time with all kinds of emotional gaze, but instead created a strong sense of curiosity, which had disappeared for a long time, to explore the emotional curiosity of a boy looking into her eyes. For her, the violent male xing would not only not attract her interest, but would instead be disgusted, only the sense of eye contact, between fear and yu! ~ wang, most attracted her.

At night, the villa is lit with warm HUANG colored lights, outdoor cool shooting lights illuminate the surrounding area, water sparkles in the pool and waves can be heard in silence.

In the restaurant, Andy sat opposite Monica in a tight vest dress with a large black V-neck at a short table filled with a wide variety of fresh fruits, with authentic Italian and a few jing-inspired Thai dishes in front of the two.

“Andy, that's impeccably sweet of you, thank you. I love the Italian dishes tonight, especially this Milanese steak, which is authentic.” After that, put a small piece of beef on the fork into your mouth with an elegant smile on your face.

“It's my pleasure.” Andy smiled at the knife and fork, lifting the glass of wine in front of Monica, and shouted to Monica, “To the sole sin being too beautiful Monica! ”

“Giggle...” Monica was laughed at by Andy for the reason that she didn't care if it would ruin her elegance, put down the knife and fork, and grab the glass and say, “This is the fifth cup, and you had a strong reason before, which is hard to refuse, but, Andy, I don't have a low volume of wine, it's not easy to get me drunk, Roll. ”

Monica didn't care what she said, and whether the youhuo that came out of the shooting room wouldn't hide the fact that Andy, full of glances and thoughts at her, would bolster him.

Prolonged separation, empty marital life, is undoubtedly another form of torture for her. Perhaps her share of lonely beauty has long been set to walk and walk in the town of Sicily, out of the elegance and sorrow of Marina.

She doubted her husband's external YU countless times, because it was the only way to explain the marriage that two people had been in distress for many years, the separation of the two countries, even the meeting required her to book an appointment to Brazil, Monica, who had already been divorced once, and who had struggled to hold on to giving her children a whole family, moderating emotions and not resenting the heavenly people, even if the smile withered; packing the posts, the haircut, the cheekbone ankles, not being frightened by loneliness, not being vulgar by wounds.

Just a tight string of hearts will eventually break, choosing someone to fill the void in her mind and body may no longer be the moral bottom line she didn't want to take when she was on her own.