American Fortune Life
Chapter 682 Abu also exclaims how well he plays
“Tory, come in for a second. ”
Andy still looks lazy, putting his stacked feet on the desk, nestled in a comfortable boss chair, staring at the phone in his hand, typing his fingers quickly and shouting into the living room of the presidential suite.
“Boss, what do you need?” Wearing a black skirt and a white shirt on his upper body, his sleeves were held up and Tory Blake, whose snow arms were exposed, quickly walked in and asked softly.
Andy looked up at her and said, "You pack up and accompany me to a banquet at night. By the way, there's a chance we'll go to some nightclubs after dinner, so don't dress too much. ”
Tory Blake's eyes lit up and she was ready for a long time to finally use it. I'm sure the Great Demon King would love it.
“Okay, boss, I'll be ready in a minute.” He went up and took the cup of coffee he had left on his desk and came back in a few minutes with a new cup of coffee and went around to the Great Demon King and put it in his hand.
I glanced at the Devil's phone, I couldn't help but skip my mouth, didn't disturb him, left the office area, just listened carefully or could still hear the muttering in the little assistant's mouth, “How arrogant, bad queen, don't send that kind of photo to meet the devil's variable TAI requirements... ”
And Ivana, in the office of the CP Building in Manhattan, New York, is holding her phone with one impatient hand and wiping the sweat off her powdery face with her other hand. To satisfy her boyfriend's desire to see herself throw out all sorts of shameful yoga moves, her exercise time is a complete soup.
Sweat makes the only remaining cotton grey skinny vest on your upper body even more youhuo, and the perfect upper circumference makes your blood boil. When she saw the text message request she had just sent, Ivana was completely speechless. She really wanted to throw away her phone, sighed, walked into the bathroom, took out her phone, hesitated, took a POSE selfie, and finally sent it over with a pretty red face.
“What a little bastard! How did my interrogation call develop to satisfy this little bastard's photo response?” Ivana spoke to herself with some hatred. She was not blind to media reports and naturally saw it. She was unsure if Andy and this supermodel Adriana Lima had an affair. After all, several meetings between the two were in public, and she could not interfere too much with her boyfriend's private circle of friends.
Honestly, although she had a modeling experience herself, she didn't like it very much, or hated it, and she joined the circle to find out that some of the dirty and filthy, xing deals were the norm, and that some brokerage companies were directly controlled by hedge funds, and the JING English on Wall Street were just trying to get to know more young girls.
And not only that, but the charades between the models, even the reckoning, were happening every day, so when she returned to her father's eyes, she immediately cut off the intersection with the model circle, and made her very indifferent to these so-called supermodels.
For example, now that her father is married, Ivana doesn't have any communication with her, let alone the fact that the woman has taken photographs, makes it even more difficult to get respect from her and her brothers.
So Ivana never cared about this Viminneyi supermodel Adriana Lima. Andy was not a good kid. She knew better than anyone who could threaten her enemies. She never expected that little bastard not to steal.
In the upstream circle, what is common is that unless what we do to each other keeps each other from getting off the stage, it's ugly and embarrassing in front of people all over America, all over the world, basically closes one eye, and nobody easily chooses to break up or divorce because the cost is too high.
Andy looked at the photo the phone had received, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but lift, Tian's lower lip, not a miracle, but enough BAO to hide, the same arrogant, promptly returned a “love you” text.
He wasn't so worried about Ivana's questioning that he wouldn't admit to killing him if he hadn't caught the current one. In fact, sometimes, if he were to lie to her, he would lie to her all his life, and sometimes confession and sincerity would make things worse and more impossible to clean up.
“Boss, what do you think? ”
Andy heard the voice, looked up at the assistant, his eyes lit up, took a dark breath and said with a little amazement: “You, you're very motivated, I think the future Princess Kate will be very surprised to see the paper. ”
Watching his mouth smile, he wore a dark blue little V-neck trench coat, the middle of which was tightened by a wide belly belt of the same fabric, the upper circumference of Tingba was lifted more prominently, and the whole curve was curved in such a way that no flaw could be picked out, perfect British style.
Andy was definitely stunned by the slightly curly brown hairstyle and the cheekbones and scribbles that could be outlined with blushes, Nima, Toto and Kate. I don't know how the British would feel if they saw it. Prince William might be very surprised.
“Boss, would you like to try the future princess reception...” With a sweet smile, tian smiled a thin red chun, Little Tory walked up to him and raised his head to say the evil proposition that made Andy burn instantly.
Full of stairs, Andy Shu, like eating ginseng fruit, lay on the back seat of the Rolls-Royce phantom, satisfied to shoot Kate, who was still full of red and xia... Cough, little assistant Tory, exclaimed, “I didn't expect you to be able to do that. ”
“The boss likes it, I'm willing to stay with the boss for the rest of my life...” Little assistant Giomei smiled and was very happy to praise the Great Demon King. To be honest, she didn't know if one day if the Great Demon King would have left her, she would have collapsed. Anyway, she didn't know when she had treated the Great Demon King as her whole life.
Andy looked at the little assistant's fierce gaze and couldn't help but feel that her symptoms in Stockholm were getting a little worse, but that's what he wanted to see, and didn't want to make her look right. After a few laughs, he said: “Go pick more British fashion tomorrow, it suits you very well. ”
“Okay, boss.” The assistant smiled and closed her eyes. She loved to sneak around, so she could dress herself up and admire the Great Demon King.
Northwest Notting Hill, London.
Andy looked at the building in front of him a little unexpectedly, and the entrance was an unusually wide but unusual glass door with a line of unobtrusive "TheLedbury” Ledbury restaurants above, without any text or logo. It would not have attracted attention if it hadn't come exclusively or by name.
“Boss, there's a reporter to follow.” The little assistant around her smiled gracefully and spoke slightly to Andy.
“Ignore them. Shall we go in, Michelin Two?” Andy and Tory, holding him, were about to walk inside, walking out of the dining room with short hair, a gray beard, and Abu with a happy smile on his face greeted by a bodyguard.
“Andy, my friend, I've been waiting so long for you to come to London again! ”
Andy was equally happy smiling and hugging Abu, an old man bear, slapping each other hard on the back to show joy, "Thank you, Roman. ”
“Oh my God! What do I see? This is amazing. I'm sorry, beautiful lady, you look too much like someone I know...” When Abu saw a pair of elegant, dew-toothed Tory Blacks, he couldn't help but marvel and cast his eyes on Andy's face, which was also a faint smile, and his eyes flashed with confusion and stunning colors.
“This is my assistant, Tory Blake, Tory, and this is Russian commercial giant Roman Abramovich.” Andy doesn't mind a little introduction.
When he heard it was Andy's assistant, Abu seemed to think of something, and laughed and walked into the restaurant with Andy's arm, "You're a surprise, I really look forward to seeing how Prince William felt about your assistant, especially the future princess... Damn, I should have thought you were such a bad boy, haha, but I love it! “
Andy couldn't help but shake his head and smile. He didn't give a damn about the vivid eyebrow picking look and tone on Abu's face. You know, whatever you think, you're right, that's the kind of dark expression that made Abu happier. You know, his Abu's three years in London have been crowded out by the so-called British nobles.
“Tory, right? I think you'll be on the headlines soon. You know, you look so much like that princess friend. I almost recognized her as someone I've seen a lot of times! Andy, I'm going down, or are you going to play? ”
Andy didn't get angry, he kept flirting with his Abu, and he turned away and said, "Look, you've wrapped up this restaurant, thank you for the invitation and the hospitality. ”
“Don't say that, Andy, you're my friend, don't look at this restaurant with only two stars. The French meal here will never disappoint you. Although it absorbs many styles, it's still dominated by modern France. Since I've been here, I've stopped eating French at that old brand dominant street children's restaurant. This is the best place to go if you want to have a great view. ”
Andy looked around at the tables and chairs, leaving only the large table and four chairs in the middle of the dining room, decorated to match Mount Notting's style. Dark floors and curtains, snow and white tablecloths and chairs, simple and not simple. When the pedestrians sat down, Abu ordered the dinner to begin.