American Fortune Life

The early morning sun blew through the curtains as the silk breeze blew into the bedroom wounds, although it was a little chilly, and the golden sun shined through the treetops throughout the courtyard, revealing a bluer sky with fresh grass and “chirping” birds in the air.

Andy, dressed in athletic gear, walked out of the villa, raised his arms for several stretches, put two fingers in his mouth, whistled a crisp whistle, fast silver and witch roared twice, not knowing where he was coming from.

“I love this warm sunshine! ”

The nearly three-week trip to London gave Andy a thorough glimpse of the gloom and understood why the Brits were so excited to watch the football game that it was hard to imagine how many mentally ill people would be if they didn't lean on football to exasperate repressive emotions.

Put on your headphones, put on your sweatshirt zipper, put on your hat, walk out the door of the villa, and see seven or eight paparazzi in arrears, all playing with a thrill because of their appearance, come up with a camera.

Andy nodded slightly at them, all familiar faces, although he knew he couldn't give these puppies good looks on the nose, but who made him feel good today?

The tight stretch sports pants were very clear about the muscles on his legs. As he ran, the muscles were also shifting. Ignoring the puppies chasing him behind him, he started his Beverly Mountain run along Pan Mountain Road in the company of fast silver and witches cheering.

“Morning.”

“Good morning... ”

Andy and the fourth celebrity smile greetings he encountered, and for the smile greetings of Julia Roberts, who wore Nike knitted cardigans, sports shorts, and a sturdy long tui, Andy also revealed a fascinating smile response, which was California style, more enthusiastic.

Whoo--

Andy stood on a prominent rock on Beverly Hills, breathing turbidity, looking at the orange yellow sun and Hollywood at the foot of the mountain, feeling more comfortable and bright.

Coming out of the foggy bathroom, Andy had only one bath towel wrapped around his waist, wiped his hair with a towel in his hand, and twisted into the cap room with the music he'd been playing.

Tear off the bath towel, look at yourself in the mirror, wipe your bird's nest with the towel, a little self-righteous swing a few times 28.

“It's so powerful! ”

Andy doesn't care about the increasingly narcissistic personality. People, with constant success, price, status, and achievement, they will slowly become narcissistic and hegemonic. To be honest, it's still a factor in the bottom line.

One's temperament has a lot to do with one's personal bottom gas. The so-called homeowners are just repressed for a long time. After the sudden outbreak of the bottom gas, it has brought a kind of subversive shock to others.

Wearing a white sweatshirt that smelled comfortable and sunny, he sat in the restaurant and served a Chinese breakfast with a chef and butler Liu Yannou with a smile.

“Knowing you were coming back, yesterday afternoon I stewed the big bone soup. This is the thick soup tofu brain. The spicy oil is also just made. Try it. It doesn't taste right. By the way, there are cold noodles... ”

Andy looked at a large bowl in front of him, topped by a subregion filled with powdered steamed beef, celery, fried five-flower meat, braised vegetables, peanuts, leeks and flower sauces, and couldn't help but smile.

“Thank you, Aunt Liu, for your trouble. ”

“Look what your kid said, please, add some chili, taste it or not? ”

Andy smiled and picked up the soup spoon and stirred it for a few moments. The colors were like art, and the feeling of softness was felt.

A spoon in the mouth, fresh tofu is smooth and smooth, the mouth is instant, there is no bean smell, and the various ingredients make this delicate and discreet.

“Perfect, it's delicious... ”

“What's good? Miss Liu, can I have one too, please? ”

Just as Andy praised him, a familiar voice suddenly joined in, Andy turned a white eye and looked back at the fact that he had lost weight more successfully, but still slightly fat Carl walked in.

“Mr. Carl, you sit down first, and I'll give you the grand... ”

As Liu Yan walked into the back of the kitchen, Carl sat next to Andy and looked at Andy with a nasty smile on his face and said, "How was your trip to Europe? Hey, your flavors are getting really palatable, Italian goddess, and you're all... ”

“Fuck off and fire you!” Andy glanced at the fat man in anger and sprayed his mouth, but the slightly curved corner of his mouth showed a dark sense of pride.

“OK, OK! You're the boss, you're the biggest, but you also take it easy, some women are all jing women, don't leave a handle, pay attention to the giving of benefits, freshen up, get out early... ”

Carl looked serious and whispered beside Andy, telling the truth, he was really a little heartbeat about Andy's current taste and his increasingly unscrupulous eating, and he had to warn him a lot.

“I know." Andy nodded slightly, flashing in his eyes. He understood more than anyone how unpredictable it was. Once a woman really wanted to start a rough fight, she would never ignore it, so the means of coercion would never be used, and the means of checks and balances, which he had been accumulating.

During the most intimate period of the relationship, a woman's intelligence and preparedness would be close to zero, so some videos and photographs, soft-skinned bubbles, were left behind by him to commemorate the light, combined with the exchange of interests, so that she would not fall over the ship.

“Just so you know, this tree of yours is in charge of the fate of so many people that nothing can go wrong.” Carl took Liu Yan's tofu brain with a smile and looked at her before continuing.

“Oh, by the way, these are your babies' whereabouts for the time being... ”

As he said, he dropped the spoon, took out a file bag from the briefcase beside him and placed it on the table, choosing the left eyebrow without losing time.

Andy didn't snort in anger and continued to eat the giant breakfast.

“Wow! What is this bun, a lot of soup...” Karl looked at the buns in the plate and shouted, his eyes glowing with food and his mouth chewing constantly.

“Crab yellow soup bag.” Andy glanced at Carl, who had taken up the plate and started the tian plate, and couldn't help but laugh.

“My God, your life is so jealous!” A big mouthful of grubbing-up frustration and envy.

“Stop talking about me. How have you been? When are you getting married?” Andy asked.

“With your big tree covered, naturally you are very happy. Didn't you hear that you haven't bought the house yet? By the way, boss, when will you get the cabbage price? In recent times, the price of the house has risen a bit. ”

After hearing Carl complain, Andy didn't care, while eating and saying: “After September next year, you can buy it at cabbage prices. The recovery now is just a dying struggle. These real estate agents are also delusional, the bubbles are broken, how can they recover? ”

“You're absolutely right, you're the new generation of financial prodigies in the United States, and now your blog's financial articles have been reproduced many times, whether it's forecasting house prices or investing in precious metals, people admire you. ”

Hearing Carl praise his ass, he couldn't help but frown, and Andy shook his head and said, "That's not a good thing! That's just a few worries I wrote before the subprime mortgage crisis, months apart, and I didn't expect another speculation. ”

He also heard Ivana mention on the phone that a number of mainstream media outlets in the United States seem to have been bragging about him for some time. He was originally a conspiracy theorist. He immediately discovered that it was not that simple, but after all, he wanted to see what the people behind him wanted to do.

“Why isn't it good? I know what you're worried about, but you can't make everyone love you, like you, and that's a huge benefit to your image shaping and setup. You just have to make less predictions, make less investment intentions, say a little general ambiguity, but don't pick out the wrong financial issues correctly. This halo will protect you and accept it frankly. ”

Carl shook his head and, to be honest, since last year, he's been working on buying those gossip tabloids to whitewash Andy's previous black history, blocking several attempts to sell Andy's relationship to the media.

You know, Andy, the place and fame in Hollywood at that time were different from the world today, and the women who had access to and rolling sheets were even less attractive, and these bigpools could do anything for fame and money.

Karl spared no effort to protect the hard-won image by buying the media to help Andy brag about a new book he'd just crossed over to publish, which shaped a slutty genius writer and other halos.

Genius, always different from ordinary people's minds, some extraordinary or strange personality, is understandable, and this is undoubtedly a reason and excuse that can be accepted by the world.

Of course, Andy knows what Carl's doing back there, and don't look at Andy always ignoring the paparazzi and reporters at the door, but he knows that Carl is very familiar with those people and is in constant contact with them.

The kind of unified caliber of "Dark Fairy Tales" and "Dream Theft Space" was just published, in addition to the marketing of Lenovo Press, and Carl's many efforts behind it, no matter what the ultimate threat, to lure the Andy Dark History and obliterate his gossip tabloids.

“Do you want me to thank you?” In the living room, Andy had Jiro's legs and was nestled in a soft, spacious sofa, holding a handle and playing with the fat guy next to him.

The game just came on the market, and the fat guy bought it for Andy, and when he heard Andy say it, Carl couldn't help but leave his mouth open and say, "No sincerity! By the way, the Screenwriters Association sent you a letter hoping that you would come forward and publicly support them. ”

“Hmm?” Andy frowned, sighing, knowing Hollywood was in big trouble, “The game started, we'll talk later... ”