American Fortune Life

The picturesque old harbour is the last bastion of Cannes history. Along St. Pierre's Pier, many colourful traditional fishing boats can be seen, still travelling to and from the old harbour, as they did many years ago. The coast next to it is full of cruise ships, yachts and sailboats.

In September, the annual Royal Sailing Competition was launched here, and berths throughout the port were mostly filled with high-mast sailboats.

Near noon 10, a dark-blue coated streamlined speedboat superyacht leaves the berth in the envy of many tourists, standing on the side of the yacht deck with four tall and powerful men in black looking around each side with sunglasses.

As the yacht slowly left the port, the speed was suddenly lifted, leaving a white line behind the yacht.

I don't know how long it's been, in the luxurious yacht bedroom, with all the rain dissipating, only the intense white truffle smell that pervades the entire room...

Andy leaned back to the sky, marveling at how wonderful his life was, and the sweat on his forehead and body could show how focused and dedicated he had been before.

Monica looks at her side face almost in the same condition. Some of the lost souls looked distracted and couldn't help but reach through her neck and hug her into her arms.

Second, facing the shu of Monica, there was almost nothing pitiful about the jade, but no pressure and no scrupulous fire coverage, BAO and blow. There's only one word in the heart —— that's x.

For YOUWU Monica, who turned the world upside down, Andy, this little rou, gave her a happy experience that was completely like a DU product, plunging her into it, unable to live on her own for a long time, and allowing her to find another woman's happiness from Andy.

The two of them will definitely encounter good talent, and the chemical reactions between them will make no difference.

In a narrow glass bathroom, the water vapors wrapped around and the shadows of the two joined together, leaving the shower to wash away, from time to time Andy's delightful laughter and Monica's delicacy.

Twenty minutes later, the two of them walked out of the bedroom in their bathrobes and into the dining room.

“Well, I think there are a few dishes that need to be reheated.” Andy skipped his mouth and lifted a stainless steel heat shield. After all, as soon as the two of them got on board, they rolled straight into the bedroom together. More than an hour later, it took 40 minutes to do the exercise alone, and it wasn't until the lunch that was already ready was cold.

The bright red Monica just smiled gracefully and gently, and walked into the kitchen next to her with a few delicacies, opened the microwave, started cooking hot dishes, everything was so natural.

Andy still prefers Monica, the noble and cold, the melancholy and refreshing look in his eyes when he laughs all the time, so that his conquest of YU can be more thoroughly satisfied.

Andy wrapped Monica around her back and sniffed her pink neck down, muttering in her mouth: “A lot of people say it's worth dying to be able to wind with you for once. ”

“Oh, including you?” Monica had a slight smile on her face, with a slight hint of rhetoric.

“Psst - how is that possible! How can anyone understand the idea of genius, I want to slowly taste, the most beautiful lips, the most beautiful xong, the most beautiful tun, the most beautiful legs; the world youwu, the beautiful“ untouchable ”, even suffocating... maybe I project too much YW, but that's not too much to exaggerate ni! ”

“Mm-hmm."

Monica's cheeks are red and shining again, her eyes slightly closed, her cheeks raised high and her face softly, like a dream.

“Ding!”

The sound of the microwave sounded, Andy and Monica, who were also awake, looked at the nasty smile at the corner of Andy's mouth, and Monica shook her head and smiled, standing tall, stepping back, fastening her robe, and shook: "Eat first, I'm a little hungry, too. “

The crystal clear waters of blue and the azure sky of white clouds, warm afternoon sunshine, superyachts parked on calm waters, surrounding islands, unmanned inner bay, yachts on the stern deck on the second floor, Andy truly realized what Monica said about "the body of an actor is a tool“ self, not a single thing about other men on the yacht, just wearing sunglasses, lying on a blanket on the deck, sunbathing, letting Andy apply sunscreen all over her body, from black hair to her toes, everywhere showing her flair and rhyme, fascinating Andy.

”Oh, my God, it's all over the place. I have not returned to God, but I have left a full spectrum of shadows in my heart. The imagination of the Qing people in my dreams has been taken away by your body and red lips. “

Hearing Andy's praises, feeling the gentleness of his body, smiling on his beautiful face with sunglasses, sweeping away the gloom before, it is only a pleasant rule to have enough and happy x love.

The yacht has broken anchor and is ready to spend the night at sea. As the night descends, the lights on the superyacht shine brightly, both on the yacht and in the parked waters. The Mediterranean climate, even at night, remains around 15 degrees Celsius, although the sea breeze is slightly cooler.

In the bedroom of the cabin, Monica reached out from her tired shallow sleep to touch the position around her, touched an empty spot, couldn't help but open her eyes slowly, and in the dusk room, there was no sign of Andy, couldn't help but pull the blanket and sit up, awoke slightly, grabbed the nightgown on the side and wore it on her body, folded up her front, put on slippers and pushed the door out of the bedroom.

In a bright, luxurious European decorated living room, Andy in a nightgown was sitting at his desk, hitting the keyboard quickly on his notebook, a cup of coffee still warm in his hand, hearing the noise behind him, Andy looked back and said with a gentle smile: "What are you doing up? ”

“Just found out you weren't around, got up, this time of year, are you at work?” Monica walked up to Andy, bowed her head and kissed him, then grabbed a cup of coffee and sipped.

“Oh, it's a present for you. ”

“Oh? What, let me see... TheRebound, the script?” Curious Monica bent over to look at the screen and found out that it was a script called "Sister LIAN", her eyes lit up, she put down her coffee cup and sat in Andy's arms and began to look.

“Just wrote an outline of a story...” Andy reached around her waist and smiled.

In New York, the United States, Sandy, a newly divorced daughter, moved away from her ex-husband's home and began a completely new life of self-sufficiency. After years of no work experience, she finally found a position of director on Sports TV with her own seriousness and hard work, and the pressure of compact working life and raising children alone, such as the mountains, drove her out of breath.

At this time, Aram, a 15-year-old young woman, who was not yet familiar with Sandy and who was in a hurry to hire Aram as a nanny, smart and caring Aram, was not only loved by her children, but also unconsciously wiped out a spark with Sandy, but was subject to secular constraints, and after a cold-winter snow quarrel, they slipped onto their tracks. Sandy became a female anchor, Aram went to a big company, then traveled around the world, and five years later, they met again. Sandy style survived, and Aram finally grew from Green Zhengtai to a semi-skilled handsome man, and the two eventually walked together.

This is a good romantic comedy that Andy has seen in his previous life, starring Zeta Jones, who has the same vibrant taste, but not enough youhuo, now Andy takes it out, and Monica is definitely more suitable to star, but after all, she has been a beautiful woman all her life, with infinite flair between her hands and feet, and Monica's mature and rich NI is no match for Zeta Jones.

The point is that the story of the script and the tangle between Andy and Monica fit so well that creating the so-called proprietary script undoubtedly touches Monica. After all, it's not easy to be touched by a woman like Monica who wants to see the famous arena.

After reading the outline of the story, Monica's black eyes became brighter and brighter, just a slight glimmer of light could tell her heart was still very touching, it was like writing their affairs in an artistic way, and then starring her on a big screen, a proprietary script, no doubt something any actress could calm down.

In her acting career, there was undoubtedly only one "Beautiful Legend of Sicily" which was an exclusive script and achieved her reputation.

Turn around, lift your arms around Andy's neck, reach out and gently grin his handsome face, look at Monica with a slight twist, send her own red chun, a long French wen, let Andy taste Monica's wen moves again, and over time, Monica's hands slowly grabbed Andy's hair behind her head.