American Fortune Life
Chapter 739: Guess What Card I Have In My Hand!
Beverly Wilshire Four Seasons Steakhouse.
“Carl, listen to Andy. You made it. Congratulations. Have you seen the dress? ”
Ivana had a beautiful red face with a charming smile on her face. As she spoke, her red lips and teeth shone together and she looked forward to the delightful pleasure of cutting the steak from the plate into small pieces with a skilled knife and fork, then sending it to Andy's plate, looking up at Carl, who had always been in a complex mood across the street, asking her enthusiastically.
“Not yet, we want to buy the house first, then we're having a wedding, so the wedding dress isn't ready yet.” Carl squeezed a smile on his face and replied that, as Andy's subordinate and friend, it was impossible for him to bypass the woman who occupied an important place in Andy's heart.
He's even less likely to give his words back to Andy in their original form, which is suspected of being provocative, except not by friends, and even worse, not by people inside or outside, who hate it here, Nima, the severely lethal degree of the pillow wind, both inside and outside are well known.
Besides, Ivana didn't say anything else the whole time, she just said not to let him tolerate and encourage Andy. After all, he was a really ex-convict, and he warned me about the past as a girlfriend.
As for saying something else as a spy, it was entirely a matter of personal understanding, he told Andy, Andy turned to question Ivana, she pushed four, five, six, crying and complained that it didn't mean anything at all, he rolled on the sheets once and everything was solved, he Carl it didn't really become what people do inside and out.
“Wedding dresses can't be random, I'll introduce you to Queen VeRAWANG as a wedding present from Andy and me, honey. Is that okay? ”
Speaking of wedding dresses, Ivana's big, watery eyes stared at Andy the whole time. Andy was a little overwhelmed by the look of hope. He hurried to turn the subject around and spread the focus and said: “Aunt Wang Weiwei? Well, she's a famous Chinese woman, chosen by Newsweek as one of the 15 most powerful women in the world, and her wedding dress is well worth it, okay, it's cheap for you. ”
No way, Wang Weiwei and Andy's mother, Li Wanqing, are not only in the same fashion circle, but also good friends. Andy also has the image of Wang Weiwei in his memory.
Carl had a grudging exchange of eyes with Andy, smiling and thanking Ivana, "Thank you, Ivana, you're so sweet. ”
At the end of a rich and delicious lunch, Carl watched Andy and Ivana sit in the car under the paparazzi, laughing in agony.
In Cadillac Kerade's compartment, Andy was somewhat unhappy and silenced, allowing Ivana to sit directly and cleverly in front of Andy's tui, stretching her long white finger up and down Andy's nose, smiling and saying, “What, angry? ”
“You shouldn't be in trouble Karl, he's been supporting me in my depression... ”
“No, honey, you got it wrong, I'm not trying to embarrass him, just hope he doesn't go on with his broker-era routine, ask for some over-all forgiveness and encouragement of you, we all know the broker's career is wrong, honey, I love you, I love you very much, I don't want... ”
Ivana said it stopped, only her eyes wandered away and caressed Andy's cheek with a small hand. Instead of going on, she bowed her head and Andy Wen were with her.
Andy was slightly distorted by this twisty finger, but when he heard Ivana's tempting whisper in his ear, he couldn't help but glow and looked forward to looking at Ivana with a slightly red face and said: "This is what you said, no regret. ”
Ivana was not angry enough to shoot Andy off as the big hand, and she said delicately: “I really don't know what's good about that, it's very disgraceful, not only it doesn't feel good, it's very tiresome, it's the most annoying or it's all over the place. ”
“Tsk, it wasn't supposed to make you feel, how could you possibly understand this mood, without this 32D big cup, do you think you can accomplish this behavior that requires talent? And it's absolutely unmatched visually..."
Ivana stretched out her hands a little angry to cover Andy's eyebrows and talked about her sensory mouth, not being angry: “Things are messed up in my head! I wouldn't be surprised if you wrote an SM novel one day. ”
Andy was a little stunned to take Ivana's little hand and say, "How did you know I wanted to write a novel like this? ”
“Oh my God! You're not gonna let me get this right? You really want to write about this?” Ivana flipped back into the car seat with a lovely look on her face, stretched her hand over her face, calmed down before crying and asking.
“Yeah, I think it's an interesting subject, and I want to try to write it, as an experimental novel, and run it on the web under a pen name to see how it works.” Andy has always been quite obsessed with the Fifty Degrees series, after all, Nima's selling almost as well as the Harry Potter series, an absolute gold sucker.
To be honest, he had nothing, and the Fifty Degrees series was enough for him to live a wasted life until he died, enough to see how much money the novel made.
Who would have guessed that Marisu's little HUANG ~ Wen, the hegemonic president of Shitty Street on the Sky Dynasty Network, could have sold more than a hundred million copies. Although not as good as the Xinhua dictionary, he was second only to the little wizards.
“You're crazy! Even if a novel on this subject sells again, it's only bad for you. It's not good for you. Even if you succeed in attracting the interest of all readers, even privately or online admiration, it will be labeled" The End of Civilization ”in mainstream society. Honey, think about this. “
Andy was not convinced of Ivana's persuasion, that he knew very well that the writing in the "Fifty Degrees" series was poor, that in some places it was even worse, that he had thought about adapting it. After all, he had actually read one or two Marysou novels in his previous life and had been forced to watch several television dramas, that he could learn from the plot, and then use the rhetoric nicely, perhaps with better results.
Ivana looked a little helplessly at Andy's expression and didn't seem to care, knowing that persuasion was useless. Good thing he was going to serialize it anonymously on the Internet, maybe not even to attract attention. After all, there are not many halos, and it's not that easy to start a wave in the ocean of the Internet.
Andy lay on the sofa in the living room with a soothing face and a refreshing drink of iced orange juice, before being carefully served by Ivana to make him feel better.
Click--
Ivana walked out of the bathroom in a bathrobe with a disgusting face, perhaps because of the water temperature. Her beautiful white face was puffy, of course, and her makeup was washed clean. After all, she was careless.
“You're such an asshole! Get dressed. Isn't your assistant coming over later?” Ivana walked up to the couch, lifted her legs, kicked Andy's calf, and said in disgust.
“Hey, hey, I'll be right there, honey, you were awesome!” Andy, like a little kid, was thrilled to get a piece of sugar.
Watching Andy roll over his ass and run upstairs, Ivana took a big sip of orange juice from the table.
Ding-dong...
Ivana put down the cup, fastened the belt of the bathrobe, threw away some wet blonde hair, walked through the porch to the front of the door, reached out and opened the door, her body hid behind the door, only the probe looked down at the person.
“Hello, Miss Ivana... ”
“Come on in, he's upstairs changing.” Ivana was not concerned about Tory Blake's greeting at the door, but rather surprisingly said in a familiar tone.
“Mm-hmm." Little assistant Tory Blake also lost his previous condom, and although he still had a little awe in his eyes, he pushed the door open very naturally, then closed it with his hands, and then followed Ivana into the living room.
“Are you sure about that Lima thing? ”
“Basically sure, but you know, boss, a lot of things don't take me, so... ”
“Well, where's Charlize Theron? Anything new? ”
“No, Scarlett Johnson... ”
Slip...
“Tory, why don't you make him a cup of coffee? You're feeding him the flavor.” Upon hearing the footsteps downstairs, Ivana leaned against the sofa, lifted Jiro's legs, and the long, white tui made one look more.
“Okay, boss, or Macchiato?” The unnatural look on Tory Blake's face passed a little and he stood up smiling and rushed over to the Great Demon King and asked.
“Well, that bothers you.” Andy nodded and grabbed a file bag Tory handed him.
Tory Blake walked into the kitchen with a tangled look on his face, eventually biting his teeth and sighing.
Yes, she was taken by the bad queen Ivana a long time ago. During the time she was dumped by Andy in New York, Ivana had asked her out. She was already a little assistant hundreds of blocks apart in status and momentum. She could not fight Ivana's offense at all. After obtaining the promise that she would not be evicted and acquiescing to her presence, she kept following Andy's promises, the Great Demon King was betrayed to a limited extent by her little assistant.
Of course, this limit is mainly in the case of unanimous foreign women, and Ivana will not ask her anything else, let alone persecute her little assistant. Instead, she dragged them to the same front, allowing Tory Blake to create a little sense of territory from the beginning, to share her enemies, and it has to be said that men's brains will never learn about the means of tearing them apart, while some women are born good at it.
In fact, no one can say that Ivana is too motivated to defend her feelings. After all, it is sooner or later to be ripped off by other women in the face of quality resources such as Andy, regardless of the stupid behavior of talent.