American Fortune Life

In the restaurant, the 15-bit model with a super tall face and an explosive body is undoubtedly the focus of attracting the attention of all waiters. Outdoor autumn is in full swing, but these xing babies are wearing stylish and cool.

You're absolutely right, the model party is full of legs!

Watching them have a rich gutter tui, the exotic style from many countries brightens Andy's eyes, because the models are more attached to the aesthetics of the European fashion circle, so several of them have a bit of a fairy feeling; after hearing the conversation, most of them are from Eastern European countries.

In addition to being a little thin, these models of their own company really don't have low face value. After a brief acquaintance, these beautiful girls also realized Andy's easy-going humor. They were all 17 or 8 years old. They were just the ones who loved to play with their age. They quickly made the party atmosphere lively. Some of them liked to joke but pretended to make everyone happy.

Unlike many other companies, Fairy Brokers don't have the same vibe to squeeze and abuse, and while they all know that the company is bigger than many big companies in New York and Europe, nobody is a fool and they know exactly who their big boss is.

Opportunities or many for large companies, but the same peeling is stronger and more obscene. Here in Fairies, they have the money to work, they never defaulted and squeezed, they don't get messed up, they don't betray them, which makes them step into the industry from a young age, they don't have much culture, they have great peace of mind for girls in exotic places, they can see hope that if they work hard, they can give up hope.

Especially with the example of Lulana's supermodel treatment, for God's sake, it's enviable, a team of seven or eight people around her, including assistants, bodyguards, nutritionists, makeup artists, and so on, and the chances are no less than the supermodel of other companies.

It may also be questioned that Lulana joined the company after all, and that such a good treatment was exceptional, yet she had just joined the company, and that Vlada's superiors, who magnified in this fashion week, showed everyone a bright future.

Andy had no flowers in his heart, but his face looked like an impatient smile, letting these relaxed, playful beauties take selfies with their necks around or lip prints on his face.

“Hoo--”

Andy exhaled a soothing breath of turbidity, ignoring the sweat on his forehead, his elbows supported his head, his sides watched the long hair spread out with a curve, his fingers gently touched on the back of the light HUA, which was all sweat.

“Mm-hmm."

It took about five or six minutes for Lulana to regain her senses, and her puffy face was full of intoxicating chun qing, and she turned to look at the face of the man close by and said, "I saw the light of God just now, shining, incredibly warm. ”

Andy squeezed his eyes with a smile and stretched out his fingers to help her open the hair that sticks to her cheek, softly asking: "Do you like it? ”

Lulana's moist face was more pink, she bit the corner of her lips, she was a little shy and light-hearted, and she buried herself in Andy's arms, and Andy smiled softly and tightly.

“Andy, thank you, thank you for everything you've done for me... ”

Hearing Lulana in her arms, Andy couldn't help but soothe her back and say, "You're my woman, and that's what I'm supposed to do. ”

Andy was still very interested in this sensitive, somewhat neurotic, insecure braided girl, and in order for her to follow herself and address her concerns, she had her parents and brother received into the United States and arranged for him to settle and work directly on his farm in Montana.

Undoubtedly exciting for Lurana, she had already been to Andy's farm in Montana to reunite with her family before coming to Europe for Fashion Week, where her rootless emotions were stabilized.

Ever since Andy was with her, her life has changed dramatically, her depression, her anxiety, her wanderings, her confusion have slowly gone away, and she feels like she's really in love with the man who likes to bully her.

“Were you so good before because you moved me to reward me?” Andy's mouth revealed a nasty smile.

“ ”Thinking of her previous tortured nonsense and good obedience, Lulana's pretty face almost felt hot burning in general, buried in Andy's arms, and a little embarrassed to slap Andy with her little hand.

For one afternoon and one night, Andy and Lurana, who had eaten the medulla, were playing a game called I'll beat you up, beat you up again, and they won't stop until they surrender and admit defeat, except for a short rest of the day.

The next day.

Andy opened his eyes a little confused, cleared his voice, felt the dryness on his mouth chun, raised his left hand and rubbed his eyes, looked down at the pillow in his arms, wrapping his own Lulana around his limbs, watching as she was sleeping and pulling her quilt.

Carefully dislodged from her adsorption, Andy walked into the closet, took a bathrobe out of it, opened the door, walked out of the bedroom, entered the bathroom, and started cleaning the residue of the plants on her body.

Andy took a bath, changed his clothes, looked at the time it was over 9: 00 a.m., went back to the bedroom, saw Lulana, who was still asleep because the temperature was a little high in the room, and kicked off the quilt, couldn't help laughing, a golden and long waist spread across the wound, the beauty of the snow, did not let him become a farmer again, after all, yesterday the war was too harsh, he was a little impatient.

Cover her quilt, pick up the remote control, lower the temperature of the air conditioner a little, lean over her forehead and kiss her, put the written card next to her pillow, without further delay, turn around and leave.

After all, it was a secret meeting, and English puppies were not vegetarians. Yesterday he had dinner with the company's beautiful models, and when he left, he had already been photographed by the puppies. If it wasn't for the fate of his mouth, he wouldn't have “split up" to throw off the puppies.

But he's been tossing around in Lurana's hotel room for so long, feeding the little canary, naturally he can't keep stalling, and he has to fly to Paris.

The sneaky, very strict Andy finally got into the underground parking lot and left quickly.

Take out the phone and call Tory, tell her to tell the hotel to prepare breakfast for herself, call McMullen again and tell her not to disturb Lulana.

Hanging up the phone, Andy's mouth unnaturally smoked, and I heard from McMullen that yesterday's bunch of little girls had uploaded their selfies to their Facebook, causing an envious exclamation.

However, he didn't care much. If he could help these little girls in his company fight some eyeballs, he would be happy to see them. After all, the stronger the money tree, the better.

Quietly and safely, Andy returned to the Four Seasons hotel suite and began enjoying his rich breakfast in Tory's grudging eyes. Yesterday he was too physically active to feel hungry. He looked at the entertainment headlines in the London multiparty newspaper and smiled with a smile on his left hug and a group of fairies walking out of the restaurant.

After dinner, Andy left the hotel with a bodyguard, an assistant and two think tank advisors to head to the airport.

There is no way, from London to Paris, to choose a train if Andy chooses, but the experience by plane is no quicker than by train. The European Star, which is faster than the plane, is not yet operational. It is reported that by the end of November, the plane will have to be chosen.

Andy, with his sunglasses, indifferently completed a security check and boarded the plane under the siege of some annoying reporters on Fleet Street.

More than an hour later, Andy walked to Paris, a fashionable and romantic capital. For France, it used to be his favorite tourist destination in previous life, but then the French government, like a clown, was really dead, quenching the feelings of favor of most countries, coupled with the terrible security of Paris, French airports are becoming increasingly annoying to Chinese assholes for their disgusting behaviour.

For the British, there may be sunset imperial glow, but the intimate confidence of the French is so arrogant that neither of these two world wars was fought to find the North, and the Gaul bald chicken who was beaten to death by a mustache was really disgusting and speechless besides clothing bags and perfume.