American Fortune Life

“Hoo--”

On the back seat of a Cadillac Escalade outside the terminal building at LAX, his gaze slowly cleared from a state of fainting, followed by a breath of turbidity.

Andy shook his head and laughed bitterly. On the way, Scarletti nearly exploded into Sheebo from thousands of miles away. This little demon, JING, was increasingly able to grasp his taste.

Fortunately, I had a way to extinguish the fire as soon as possible, otherwise I picked up my real girlfriend, but my pants caught fire. Nima was surrounded by puppies, that would be a good show.

Looking at the time, Andy took out his phone and dialed out.

“Jon, it's me... ”

“Boss, what can I do for you?” Jon Micham, who was about to leave the editor-in-chief's office, returned to his seat and asked.

“Nothing, go interview Ronan Farrow, the youth spokesman for the United Nations Children's Fund, give him an interview with Newsweek, and nothing else matters. One of the most important questions is how his father, Woody Allen, saw the moral loss of his father when he married his sister, both his son and his younger brother-in-law. ”

Jon Micham had rounded eyes and a cold sweat appeared on his forehead, his fingers trembled a little, Nima, the boss was going to kill Woody Allen, I snap, directly a big hat with a moral loss, almost killed the old man, which is too vicious!

Especially to transfer Woody Allen's own son, who hates him the most.

Knock, knock...

“Boss, boss, Woody Allen... Media consensus is... ”

Andy couldn't help but twist his eyebrows and whisper, “If you're in trouble, I'll give it to Pete and them... ”

“No, boss, we have no problem, absolutely no problem, don't worry, we won't let you down!” Jon Micham heard the big boss's cold tone and immediately hit a spiritual. The cold sweat on his back came out when he stood up and insulted himself. He dared to refute what the big boss meant and hurried to make up for his mistakes.

“Hmm ~ Don't rush the interview, even after the interview, you have to press it first. When he kills the movie in his hand, it will be a front page, don't let me down... ”

Jon Micham, who hung up the phone, touched his forehead and sweated, and sat on the boss chair laughing bitterly, and the Hollywood image bench of the shit, he was mad, and dared to go against the will of the big boss, almost never to stop, damn, how did this old guy offend his big boss, etc., is that...

Ahhh, it's not your idea, or you don't know anything. Curiosity kills cats! Newsweek had just emerged from its predicament and his editor-in-chief was shaking again. He did not want to lose his job because of irrelevant people, Nima, who were unemployed in this economic environment, so he really had to eat dirt.

Los Angeles International Airport terminal.

Slim ironed suit pants and black shiny leather shoes, a white shirt with a British woolen trench coat with no blue creases on the outside, Andy stuck in his trouser pocket with a large red rose in his hand surrounded by a large group of reporters who kept taking pictures.

“Andy, is Ivana coming? ”

“How long has it been since you guys met? Could it be a little rusty? ”

Andy blurted out the group of reporters who knew more about the time than he did, didn't feel comfortable with the idiotic questions they asked, knew their routine was to wish they had responded, and no matter how openly they responded, they could continue to get involved and keep Andy talking.

Since Andy is familiar with the routine, he naturally won't listen to them. Not talking is the best way to deal with it. Of course, these paparazzi reporters often hate tooth itches even though they know what Andy is doing.

Today, however, everyone is eagerly awaiting the appearance of that charming woman in the airport corridor, because Ivana, who is hot enough to explode, is the favorite of all the puppies, and she will always smile back at them.

Just compliment this aunt, this cold young master can only stand beside her as a prop, which is one thing down.

“Ah, come out, come out, here, Ivana, look here... ”

Andy took the rose's hand and shivered slightly, watching the paparazzi around him scream and run to the exit of the business corridor, the flash lit up and Andy's mouth ripped.

Ivana, wrapped in a light purple suit suit shirt with a highly seductive curve, stretched her hand gently and bobbed her own scattered blonde hair, red lips flickered, corners curled, revealing a standard sweet smile, gracefully moving toward a longer, slimmer, anti-sky long tui supported by a tight suit shirt, and waved back from time to time.

When she saw her rose-holding boyfriend, Ivana's eyes turned into moon teeth, a sweet smile, a faster pace, and a tight embrace of Andy as she approached her, and then she got up without anyone to kiss her.

The snapping shutters around them and the blinking flashing lights of the photographers, the two of them did not wen too long, they had time to go home and slowly release their thoughts.

“Ivana, how long are you staying this time? ”

“Ivana, you're so beautiful, you two look great together... ”

“Look here, Ivana, can you kiss Andy's cheek... ”

“Ivana, here, perfect, perfect to amazing! ”

Andy had a black line, and he was totally beaten by these unrestrained reporters, and he just knelt down to tian, and I, once again, became a prop...

A bunch of bad laughing reporters crazily kneeling tian Ivana, could barely be called auntie, Ivana also had an elegant and sweet smile, reaching for Andy's waist, while Andy also held her waist, her hands over that charming rich NI arc behind her tight pants, very intimately posing POSE to respond to journalists' demands.

She was in a very good mood on her knees, staring at her boyfriend with infinite tenderness, smiling and answering some questions.

“Thank you, I'll be two to three weeks, sorry, could you excuse me... ”

When Ivana responded, the journalists' questions rose.

“I'm with the Los Angeles Times. Can I invite you for an interview? ”

“I am... ”

Andy frowned slightly and saw that Ivana might have responded, coldly saying, "She won't have time for an interview in recent days... ”

“Oh--”

A group of reporters didn't know who was first with an infinite tone of thought, and then caused a laugh that we understood, making the elegant Ivana blush, pinching him with a small hand with Andy's waist in shame.

Andy frowned a little bit first, then he got a little bit of a grin and pulled his lips off. The bastards and Ivana all wanted to crook. Well, he really didn't mean anything, although he did want to spend the first two days with Ivana on the travesty, have a good time, but how could he be in a place like this?

Nor did it explain, directly indicating to the bodyguards that they would open their way and walk out with Xia Sheng's cheeks in an ambiguous laugh.

“Ivana, can Andy's big guy really play golf? ”

I don't know who shouted, another blasphemous laugh, let Andy roll his eyes straight, the bastards are too blasphemous, and Ivana is beautiful eyes with qing in her arms by Andy, slightly raising her head and looking Andy in the eye.

“Ignore these bastards, let's go home, Aunt Liu has made a very rich Chinese meal to greet you, and then we have a long time to play some meaningful games together!” Andy lowered his head slightly and whispered tenderly in Ivana's ear.

Ivana also smiled sweetly, sparkling with crystalline water vapor in her eyes, similarly saying, "I brought cheongsams and si socks in several colors... ”

Andy's eyes clasped, tightening the demon jing in his arms, protecting her from getting in the car first, following herself, closing the door, Andy reached over Ivana, staring at him with the same grim emotion, and said to Ivana, “Aren't you afraid I'll turn you into the Great Demon King, so you can't ask for your life? ”

“Come on, come on... ”

Ivana was stuck in red chun by Andy WEN without knowing a word of provocation.