American Fortune Life

Chapter 871: The Calculation of Smelling a Girl

The warm afternoon sun in New York, bright and warm makes people sleepy.

Fifth Avenue, 59th Street, Four Seasons Hotel, New York, 52nd floor with nearly 121 tsubos of space, super luxury rooftop suite hallway at the end of the hallway private access to the elevator dings, then the elevator doors split apart to both sides.

Wearing a long, black cape trench coat with a big hood, a pair of long tui wrapped in silver and grey bright pants WA appeared in front of several bodyguards, waiting for the woman to show her curly hair and that pretty face, several bodyguards who would have been a little guarded, completely ignoring the visitors, reading newspapers, reading magazines, it seemed that this Miss B Liptonmeister, who was rightfully red in the United States, was a transparent man.

Lipton Maester also seemed used to these indifferent, giant bear-like men taking off their leather gloves and stepping on high heels and walking straight into the thick wooden doors of a luxury suite that had been pushed open by bodyguards.

“Damn, I knew it would happen! Can you guys go to the bedroom? ”

Through the porch, walking into the spacious and luxurious living room, looking in Andy's arms, Blacklifery had long forgotten why, and Lipton Maester mocked at her smiling Andy Tuttle.

“I couldn't help it, I was supposed to wait for you to come and have dinner, but this little Birch was hungry too long, so...” Andy grinned and spread his hands open, frightening Blake Leverly to death to hold Andy's neck.

“Oh, Blake, weren't you looking for a new boyfriend? Tsk, Andy, punish her first. I'll eat something first, shoot the morning cover, starve...” Lipton Maester said he took off his black coat and only wore a very thin white turtleneck shirt, kicked off his heels and walked into the restaurant.

“Lipton, I won't let go... ”

Blacklivery's voice, which was still yelling red-handedly, was suddenly stopped and Andy, who had been told he wanted to find a new boyfriend, was taught a harsh lesson.

Lipton Maester took a piece of pizza and ate it, leaning against the door frame and looking at the two people who were making a scene, giggling and laughing at Andy, "I'm going to take a bath... ”

Andy hey hey, smile, pick up Blake Leverley and follow him into the bathroom...

A messy one metre tall super trauma, Andy's arms spread out, left and right embracing Queen S and Queen B, who are already JING's exhausting beauty, soothes and enjoys the perfect and smooth blessing of all.

“It's crazy...” Blacklifery's expression was a bit bitter, his eyes so complex that he looked at Andy and Lipton Maester, satisfied with his expression, thinking that before she stood in front of a panoramic window, her white face was like a fire, and Andy had lost his temper.

“Hey, hey, don't do it again... I apologize. Didn't I tell you, the glass is special, you can't see inside. You don't want to think about it unless I'm crazy.” Andy still understands the resentment in Blake Lively's heart, after all, her previous fears and shouts were not fake, but indeed pale and faint.

“Damn, Lipton, you crazy... Give me the camera!” Blake Levrey Chung had been bullying her Lipton Maester with Andy, but Lipton didn't even bother to look at her. For Blake, this little bilge, she had already seen through, the standard mind bitch, but when she met Andy, she met Kershin, she couldn't leave without leaving, and she didn't want to leave, and that's how she got all day.

Lipton knew that without breaking the bottom line, Blake Leverley was going to piss Andy off sooner or later, and she didn't know if Andy was going to be angry enough to get revenge, but Blake Leverley was going to be unlucky, to be honest, and with the relationship between the two of us and Andy established, and the friendship that she had built during the first season of sniffing about the girl's shooting, plus a balance of mind with a companion, and, of course, most importantly, she didn't want to see Blake die because of his resistance.

“Okay, come on, let's get some sleep. ”

“You're biased again... ”

“Who made you unkind. ”

“ ”

One night after dark, the next morning, waiting for Andy to leave the RI Light Suite on the top floor of the Four Seasons Hotel, Blake Levrey and Lipton Maester, who were sleeping close to their eyes, blinked a few lashes, slowly opened their eyes, into each other's increasingly reddish face, completely nourished display.

“Why did you do that? ”

“You're so smart, you wouldn't guess? Don't be silly. Do you remember what he said? Seven seasons, the gossip girl will shoot at least seven seasons, this is the first season, you're already upset, this world is a male society, if you want to get married and have children with peace of mind, I will never stop you, but will you? This time you give up everything, risk revenge, dump Andy, next time someone asks you to take off your clothes? As long as you're in this circle, you'll never get out of this.

Can you find a man who is more helpful to you, more willing to accept, besides greed and good se? Oh, come on, you're just unwilling. If you're unwilling, think of another way to make him fall in love with you, don't try to escape, it won't cost us anything. ”

Lipton Maester lifted the quilt, cut herself directly, picked up her purse from the couch, turned around a box of ladies' cigars and lighters and lit herself up.

“Give me one. ”

Lipton hesitated to throw it at Blacklivery, who sat up and pulled a quilt to cover up the beautiful scenery, laughing: “It's not like I haven't seen it before, but no wonder he likes you. ”

Blacklivery lit up, coughed softly, and Lipton glanced at him and said, "You can't keep doing this, starving to death or hanging on, you bastard! ”

“Giggle, that's not easy, just call him if you want to, or you can go straight to him, let yourself eat first, think about it from a different angle, so rich and good and satisfy your man you can't even find the money...” Lipton picked his eyebrows naughty.

“Pfft - cough, you're such a bitch, let him know you treat him like a man... He'll kill you! But when you say that, I'm in a really good mood.” Black Lively's eyes sparkled brightly, and the lines of the decree were clearer with laughter.

“Look, look at things differently, and it turns out differently, and you say, if one day the two of us get pregnant at the same time, what kind of look would he, Roll, have been like, tens of billions of dollars in assets, Tsk, you never thought?” Lipton's seductive words made Blake Leffrey's fingers slightly tremble with women's cigarettes, and his breathing was a little disturbed.

“It's gonna be a big scandal!” The look on Blake Leverly's face was volatile, and the final shock said.

“Giggle, no, I got a way, come here, I'm telling you, we... ”

When I heard Lipton's secret words, Blake Leffrey's pretty white face was red first, then his eyes grew brighter, and finally his eyes became weird, “You crazy bastard, you can come up with this idea! But I need to think about it. ”

“Giggle, don't worry, we have time, believe me, he won't hurt us, as long as we follow my lead, our business relationship with him will go even further, and then the headache will be not us, but the real card. ”

“You're the real whore, Bitch, no wonder you dragged me into the water, and I'm gonna expose you... ”

Listening to the provocative threat of Blake Leverly, Lipton was not worried about patting her head. “Don't be silly, you said you'd tell him how to do it now. Will he be ready for us, or will he be happy to see it? He's an asshole, don't count on him. ”