American Fortune Life
Chapter 882: British Rose Cheryl
Cheryl Cole, whose sweet appearance and hot figure make her a goddess in the eyes of the British people, is complemented by a brilliant smile and charming wine den.
Sweet love and enviable marriage under Chelsea's hua personality had broken Sherley's heart and broken her love. The Chelseans had just been exposed the other day for stealing qing, causing her to throw away the diamond ring in anger and move out of that disgusting home.
Under pressure, Cheryl can only buy drunk at night, paralyze herself with alcohol, and soothe herself with that feeling of nothingness...
Thus, the positive national woman of the past turned into a decadent rotten woman. After every late night intoxication, the hustle and glamour of the nightclub eventually became quiet, leaving only Xie Big Beauty sitting on the bar, a lonely heart...
Late at night, in one of London's famous bars, one finds this familiar and strange figure - she's still so bright and beautiful.
What's different is that she can no longer see in her eyes the confidence of the past, the long, messy hair hanging wildly. Without the old days of Hyun-sook, Cheryl in front of the camera was acting like a little sister, with her red lips and her middle finger lifted against all the men she talked to.
She's drunk, drunk, drunk...
“Shet, I've done so much for you, never been satisfied by you, never been loved by you... ”
Cheryl looked up and drank the whiskey in the glass, a pair of smoky eyes were a little lost, grabbed the phone that was buzzing next to her, opened the text and looked at it, her eyes slightly glanced, giggled twice, pointed out her fingers at the bar, immediately a female assistant came to pay for it, Cheryl was drunk and put on a dark blue woolen coat with the help of an assistant and left the bar guarded by a bodyguard's open road.
Andy looked forward to seeing the doors of the distant nightclubs, after all the most beautiful woman in the eyes of many Englishmen.
What you see is a flaming red, brown hair tied to the ponytail, ultra-low hollow red straps, paired with flaming red trousers, extra xing charm, generously revealing the proud hemisphere of things, hollow lace straps can be hidden under the cover, creating all kinds of aromatic YAN exciting beautiful thoughts.
Cheryl's petite curves are all lined up, her hands stuck in her red trousers pockets, and she slowly walks to the cassette in many cheers and whistles, making Cheryl look like a queen.
The oversized compartment, Andy, with a charming smile on his face, looked at Cheryl Lincoln shaking her figure. The elegant ponytail braid perfectly lines the sculpturally delicate face, with a slightly wheaty natural finish that reveals a dreamy glow of elegance.
Her eyes swept toward Little Luo, who stood up shaking from the rouge pile, and her eyebrows picked slightly, giving off a cool, unwavering tone.
“Hi, Cheryl, it's Andy Smith. You can call me Andy. Nice to meet you. Have a seat.” Andy stood up gracefully and politely, reaching out and slightly glistening, while Cheryl's small, shiny hand let loose and invited.
“Thank you. It's a pleasure to meet you.” Cheryl didn't hesitate, she just came out to let Zong go and sat directly on the couch in the cassette, just one position away from Andy.
Andy knows that the first impression the British make is often adamant. Normally I don't talk to people proactively, so I'm not surprised by Cheryl's insistence, which is very direct from the United States: “You're charming, and I couldn't get my eyes off you the first time I saw you. ”
Cheryl looked at Andy with some surprise and found that there was no greed in his eyes, some accidental and appreciative.
“Thank you. Is that American? All right, can you get me something to eat? To be honest, this is the first time I've felt a little hungry in days.” Cheryl was a little stunned at first, but soon she smiled, naturally to get to know Andy.
The reason for connecting to various nightclubs and bars is that my husband's scandal broke my heart again, hoping to find a temperature in this zao hot environment.
Andy's charming smile, humorous conversation, making the two of them laugh, surprised Cheryl that they really liked her music, wasn't condescending, and they both loved music so much... With staggering preparation, over time, the scene began to become incredibly aimei, and Jing continued to intoxicate people, Andy couldn't hold on to revealing a half-cut wolf's tail, just waiting for the beautiful woman in front of him to get drunk.
Andy did look down on this Englishwoman, though she was intoxicated, but she had no intention of falling down, just some embarrassing moves and words.
As the number of bottles dropped on the table increased, the scene grew out of control. Some confused Cheryl had leaned on Andy and nudged the flaming red chun, which seemed to be Sowen, while the red lace strap in front of her collapsed wide open, corresponding to her own red trousers, giving Andy a ray of lights that had been stolen from the chisel, not shining, but enough to temporarily suffer from snow blindness.
Cheryl's charming figure, as well as the charming red chun of qing, reflected the flame of burning in her heart, and Andy wanted to taste it, but he knew better than anyone that the occasion was not a good choice.
Looking at Cheryl, who was already drunk in her arms, Andy hesitated, to be honest, they were both public figures, who were highly sought after by the puppies. Cheryl was naked by her husband, who loved tou people everywhere, and was cornered by the puppies all day.
“Cheryl, I think you should go home, you're drunk...” Andy was breathing in Cheryl's ear, breathing a slight surprise to Cheryl, but quickly relaxed again.
“Why, why? That's my bedroom, and he's on the wall full of my posters, and other women... Goddamn it, do you want to try? Don't say no. Isn't that what you men do? ”
“Oh, are you going to get revenge? It's depressing, but why not? ”
“Giggle, I knew... Hiccup, I'm gonna go to the bathroom first...” Some of the wine surged, hiccup Cheryl pushed Andy away, wobbled up, and blushed toward the bathroom.
Andy, who was frightened by a burp of alcohol, stood up in a hurry to help, but was opened by Cheryl, and Andy slightly yanked his chin, and a bodyguard immediately followed him.
About ten minutes later, Andy still didn't wait for Cheryl to come back, and some frowned to get up and walk to the bathroom, and his departure didn't attract the attention of the men and women who had already played in the nightclub.
vip private bathroom, just vomited Cheryl, after washing her mouth on the sink, looked in the mirror at the gaze, “Girl, I actually lost so much weight, I almost didn't know myself... ”
When Andy pushed the door into the bathroom, he saw the big mirror, and Cheryl was alone. White nen's fiber YU refers to a silver-shinkling chun cream that is spreadingly and inadvertently applied to her fragrant chun. yan Li's colour is like a strong DU medicine with an incredibly seductive MEI seductive aroma.
Seeing tall and handsome Andy walk in, Cheryl smiles, turns around on the sink, closes her eyes slightly, and the mouth chun of red makeup slowly pounds.
Andy didn't hesitate to close the door, tapped the door twice and then walked forward, wen lived in Red Chun, okay, it all smelled like wine...
In an apartment somewhere in London, the brown velvet curtains are closed, dark and quiet; in the empty bedroom, on the trauma of an oversized mess, a gloomy face over the past two weeks, Cheryl's pale face has been replaced by the redness characteristic of less FU.
This beautiful british rose suddenly blossomed with plenty of rain.
Feeling a warm embrace, she slowly woke up from her sleep, comfortably after rubbing her cheek for a few moments, Cheryl's body trembled violently, a pair of smoked makeup slightly faint eyes open, her eyes flashed with tremendous panic.
Because of the amazing difference, the memory of her fragments struck her head like a flood.
Nightclub drinks, hysterical madness in the bathroom, being held home... And then there's the endless turbulence and the fireworks that keep spreading in my head like London's New Year's Eve.
With her eyes open, Cheryl slowly raised her head and looked at the face of the warm-handed man she was lying on.
“Hoo--”
Andy's handsome sleeping face on the corner of his mouth gave Cheryl a deep breath of turbidity, but he still felt tremendous regret and confusion about what had happened.
Along with the crisp sound of the red wine bottle opener, Cheryl's reddish face revealed a shameful red sauvignon, a feeling of escape that made her want to wear clothes at short notice, but her fine, straight tui in wheat was like macaroni.