American Fortune Life

Monica swayed a glass of wine in her hand, walked through the dining room porch, stepped out of the living room, walked to two landing doors, shouted, and two landing glass doors separated from the middle. Wearing the wind over her meticulous hair, she had a relaxed and lazy curve around her mouth.

Andy's hot eyes were all the way out of her shadow, holding a glass of wine, reaching up to the third bottle of red wine she hadn't finished on the table, and walking over with a smile on her mouth.

Perhaps it was his illusion that he felt that he did not need to take out those photographs. If he was able to impress the Italian goddess, he might have a kiss tonight. He really couldn't tell if it was an illusion, but he was willing to try, while people were in danger and attracted to each other, the level of honest engagement and experience would be different from the heavens.

She stood there quietly, holding a glass of wine in her right hand, her left hand drooling low, an elongated white cigarette with no light on her finger sometime, a strong xing flavor that reminded Andy of Sissi's Marina.

Passing the coffee table in the living room, the wine bottle was replaced by a Dupont lighter, and Andy came to Monica and watched her enjoy the sea breeze with her eyes closed slightly.

“Ding!”

Monica slowly opened her eyes and saw the blue flaming lighter in front of her, her mouth showing a slight smile, turning her head to play, some intoxicated eyes looking at Andy, not covering up the heat in her eyes, gracefully lifting her left hand and placing her cigarette on the red chun.

“Bang!”

The lighter was turned off and Monica breathed a smoke and said with a smile, "I'm not Marina from the movie... ”

“But I want to take your place, Leonardo.” Andy smiled uncomfortably, took a sip of red wine, looked out at the water in the dark not far from the outside, seemed to be muttering to himself, as if in reply to Monica's words.

“ Perhaps you should preserve your adorable memory of adolescence, where fantasy and reality are huge gaps, and when you do, you may find yourself making the wrong choices. ”Monica looked deeply at the sea in the night and said a little sad.

Andy turns around and looks at her perfect face, even the five officers in 3D, the long neck, the proud body, the masterpiece of the natural creator, and in Andy's view, Monica wears nothing but the best, or a tuxedo or a slim dress.

“Did the newspaper say he was not as tall as he used to be, and he looked a little different? Oh, even though the real peak of face has passed in my eyes, I am willing to sink. Even the English pronunciation with the Italian accent emitted a hint of disenchantment.” Andy smiled with a smile.

Monica turned her head and looked up at Andy's handsome young side face. She couldn't help but shake her head and smile off.

“Want to hear some music?” Andy smiled and asked Monica.

Monica's mouth curled slightly, turning behind Andy, came to the corner of the living room, watching Andy smile at her, put the glass on top of the piano, open the piano cover, sit down, close her eyes slightly, and place her fingers on the black and white keys.

Soon the beautiful music sounded, Monica held onto the piano, swayed the glass of wine in her hand and listened quietly to the beautiful piano prelude.

“When you're old, your hair is white, you're sleepy, when you're old, you can't walk, you take a nap by the fire, you remember your youth... ”

Monica, who was still gently shaking her body and intoxicated by the prelude, heard the singing, her body stagnated, her eyes opened violently, her eyes opened in surprise, her long eyelashes shaken slightly, her lips moved indiscriminately, her eyes closed slightly, as if she were singing softly, deeply touching Monica's heart lake.

“ When I get old, I wish this song was for you... “

An edition of "When You're Old" by Li Jian, translated by Andy English, sang, the last note of the piano dissipated, Andy looked up at Monica with a slightly raised face, eyes slightly closed, tears slipped down the corner of her eyes.

Andy stood up and walked up to her and did not hesitate to stretch out his fingers gently to help her wipe away the tears in the corner of her eyes. The touch of his fingertips opened Monica's eyes, two eyes facing each other, close at hand, breathing the breath of each other, the faces slowly approaching each other until their mouths chun touched each other.

”Is your admiration true or false? “

Andy breathed her breath and looked into her lost eyes, softly echoing: "Your figure in my mind builds enduring charm, such as the silent and soulful fragrance of perfume. “

Some wine glasses landed on the floor, crooked on the carpet, Andy holding Monica's waist tight, and the two hugged wen furiously.

I don't know how long it's been since Andy leaned over a princess and looked down at Monica walking into the bedroom opposite his four eyes...

All night, Monica made Andy understand that besides xiong, she could tell him a lot more!

Once there is no moral constraint, it is possible to maximize one's xing freedom, and the choice becomes just a quick guan for the individual.

Andy couldn't even let himself be remembered when he was indulging in Monica's strenuous gesture and groan's expression.

Very tired, Andy felt tired for the first time, when he opened his eyes to sleep, it was already 10: 00 a.m., and he saw Monica still asleep in his arms, dreaming like a tiger...

Perhaps Monica released all the repression last night, and Andy, very excited and excited, enjoyed it. In the two people you've been hurting each other, you've ended up hurting each other.

Andy looked at that beautiful face beside her, as if her undressing strip was always flat, no shyness, no resistance to YOUHUO, and she was enjoying the joy of rou body in the world, YU! ~ WANG flat out. Andy doesn't know how long she's been depressed, just knowing clearly that it's probably hard for the two of them to think of last night as an overnight party.

After an overnight exploration, Andy has learned that Monica's beauty today has nothing to do with youth, and much more is the ultimate ripeness that extends behind the glow.

Eyelashes trembled, black eyes opened, and a bit of lucidity at first, but when I saw the handsome face of the young man close by, a pair of bright eyes were looking at her, I thought of last night's pleasure and contentment, eyes burning enough heat to melt, Monica stretched out her hand to gently fumo Andy's cheek, her eyes distracted and said: “You made me regain the joy of being a woman. ”

Andy picked out his eyebrows and said with some of what he deserved: "It would be an honor to serve you! ”

“Huh.” Monica smiled sweetly, supporting a bit of lazy delicacy, leaning against the pillow on the bed, not paying any attention to the blanket slipping from her body, looking at the clock on the wall, looking sideways at the dishonest Andy, who was holding his hand, and saying: "I'm a little hungry. ”

Andy smiled softly, turned around and extended his hand to pick up the phone from the nightstand, pressed a phone key, told him to hang up after a few shouts, looked back at Monica, between which she had stood on the carpet, raised her arms and tied her long black hair together into a ponytail, not paying any attention to showing her curved figure in front of Andy every inch.

“Haven't you seen enough? I'm going to take a shower.” Monica wumei said lazily to Andy, then went around so straight to the bathroom, her eyes flashing green, her mouth slightly curled, her blanket lifted without a word, and she went straight into the bathroom without hesitation.

More than an hour later, Andy and Monica, packed in a purple lace camisole, sat at the table and began eating their lunch.

“What, you think I ate a little too much? Unrestrained?” Monica's fork provoked the spaghetti into her mouth as she glanced at Andy, picking out her right-eyed eyebrow and asking.

Andy shrugged, "I just wanted to tell you that spaghetti with Parma NAI is very hot. ”

Monica didn't care at all, chewing on me, holding the fork in her right hand and drooling low, she said, “I'm not going to be“ mean to myself "for the sake of beauty. “