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You're awake. ”

Andy opened his eyes to sleep, beat the crap out of him, so he reached out and held some shrewd Cheryl in his arms, and turned to kiss her red chun with a soft smile: “You are such a charming demon jing, go back to sleep, we are only tired of sleeping at 4 o'clock... ”

“Ah - let go, let go of me... ”

A scream, a fierce struggle, pulling the quilt out of Andy's arms, his hair chaotic, his pretty face wrapped around his body with an angry quilt, hiding beside him.

“You, how did you get in... Damn it, how did you end up in my house? ”

Andy stretched his hand a little hard to scratch his hair, and some foxed his fingers pointed at his nose and said, "You asked me? ”

“Shet! Of course it's you! Tell me, how did you get in... ”

Looking a little overturned and angry, Cheryl, Andy turned a white eye, holding his head sideways with his right hand and watching the British rose reappear after being irrigated all night by his guan: “Come on! Of course you gave me the keys, you said get me out of the paparazzi first, then come over... God, why would that idiot leave a goddess like you out looking for some garbage? ”

“Ah... Shut up, shut up! Shet, stop... Bastard!”

Cheryl, angry and angry, slapped Xi's Andy with a pillow, started with maybe zong because she was drunk, but then she was sober, but unprecedented satisfaction and a huge fireworks bloom immersed her in it, reluctant to wake up.

Betrayal, total betrayal...

Cheryl. ”Andy's reaction to Cheryl was a little depressing, reaching over the pillow, looking at her four eyes, and Cheryl's angry eyes slowly broke apart, becoming free and dodgy, eventually not daring to look directly at Andy and becoming silent.

“We're attracted to each other's scents, we're all not stupid, are we? We had an unforgettable time, and I still said, you're a good girl, not worth continuing to torture yourself for a scum...” Andy sat up and reached out and gently caressed Cheryl's hair and saw that she was not responding strongly, slowly reaching out and bringing her into her arms.

“None of the men are good! They're scum!” Once again, Cheryl's tears poured out uncontrollably, her mouth broken and she thought that revenge would make her heart feel free, but the real situation was fear, regret and confusion, and she knew that once something happened, there was no turning back.

Last night she did indeed, physically and mentally, betray her, devoting herself to the satisfaction Andy Smith brought to her, something she never had.

Andy shrugged his shoulders and responded slightly: "Thank you. “

Cheryl pushed Andy away, and the makeup on her face made her still glamorous, biting her teeth off, staring at Andy and saying, "Is that how you treat your idol? ”

“Of course, isn't the ultimate wish of every fan to have something to do with idols? You don't know how enthusiastic you were last night, how could I have restrained myself, and besides, idols have always been my main task in completing the world's legendary progress... ”

Andy's relaxing, self-righteous resting face will create a trauma, turning to look at Cheryl and say, "Besides, what I brought you is the satisfaction that that idiot could never bring you, for God's sake, in the nightclub bathroom... I knew then that your idiot husband was a shrinking xiao version, and it seemed that the girl wasn't lying to the press, it really wasn't that big... Perhaps the women out there would be willing to compliment him and make him feel a little confident! ”

Cheryl Apricot opened her eyes, biting the horn of Chun, her fists tightly listening to Andy mock her husband, reminding her of her disloyalty and her husband's scandal once and for all.

“You're such an asshole! Get out of my room.” Cheryl finally said something to drive Andy away.

When Andy smiled badly and was about to say something, he didn't know that the phones of the two people who put them there rang.

The two first slightly stunned, then turned around at the same time, started looking for their cell phones, held their phones, and looked at each other without an inch of lv body. Cheryl first glared and swallowed the kou water, then turned around and took the phone into the bathroom and picked up the broker's phone.

Andy leaves his mouth open and gets a little upset about being a thief, sees the call show, lies back on the wound, and picks it up.

“Boss, where are you now? God, don't tell me you're with Cheryl... ”

Andy frowned furiously and heard Tory Blake on the phone making a little panic. “What's wrong? What's going on here? ”

“There's a headline in the newspaper, a photo of you having a nice drink at the club with Cheryl Cole, and saying that you left the club one after the other, probably going to a meeting... ”

As soon as Andy got off the trauma, he ran out of the bedroom, picked up his backpack from the living room floor, took out his backpack and started wearing it, and said to his assistant: "Tell the hotel housekeeper to prepare breakfast and I'll have it after practice in the morning. ”

As soon as the assistant heard from the Great Demon King, she knew that the Great Demon King had really eaten Cheryl last night, listened to the busy noise, hung up the phone, sat on the couch in the living room, looked at the other phone, and waited for the Bad Queen's call.

The bathroom door opened, wearing a bathrobe, pale face, chun's mouth a little shaky, Cheryl with a panicked expression looked at Andy dressed in a mess and walked to the window to open the curtains.

“Don't touch the curtains. When I'm gone, you pull the curtains at 8: 00. I'll be in front of the press first. I'm just a fan of yours. I met them at the club. We had a few drinks together. The rest of you look at yourself and say...

Also, divorce that idiot, he won't change the eating problem, you know that better than me...

This is my phone, our phone contact, and don't trust anyone, including your agent, to keep an eye on your phone and watch out for the media bugging... ”

Already changed to black sportswear, put on running shoes, put on a hood, and Andy on his backpack, regardless of whether Cheryl stood there or not, opened the apartment door, looked left and right, walked out the door, rushed into the stairs after closing the door, and stretched out.

“This apartment is not exposed...” Cheryl heard the door shut for a moment, which was the silly thing to say.

At about 8: 15 a.m., Cheryl looked at the clock on the wall and her hair had not been combed, but the makeup on her face had been washed off, she was wearing a nightgown, she went to the window, and she pulled open the curtains, and what she saw was a whole row of high-lens cameras across the roof from her so-called undisclosed apartment, stunned her, panicked, and all the facial expressions of her hair were recorded.

Cheryl hurriedly closed the curtains, blocked the photograph across the street, couldn't help but smile bitterly, and was a little fortunate in her heart. She was also a little angry at Andy's decision and a little admired. What happened to herself and how she met all the scum...

Returning safely to Andy at the Four Seasons Hotel, he entered the bathroom as soon as he entered, washing away the sweat from his body and the smell of Cheryl and residual odor.

On the dining table, Andy turned a white eye, some helpless looking at the other side full of grudges, his eyes filled with lost assistants, and he said with no anger: "I'm drunk... ”

Tory Blake lowered his head for dinner and said after a moment of silence, "Shall we go to Davos later? ”

“Well, just pack up after breakfast...” Andy nodded, saying nothing more, nothing more.

When Andy walked out the door of the Four Seasons Hotel, he was crowded with puppies, a reporter surrounded by water leaks, and hotel security rushed over to help the bodyguards isolate the puppies with teeth dancing claws.

“Andy, someone saw you and Cheryl... ”

“What do you have to say about the nightclub meeting? ”

“What do you have to say about breaking someone else's marriage... ”

“I hear you've been fighting all night... ”

Andy was annoyed by all kinds of messy questions and shouted, "I'll just say it once, if you dare to make up stories, you'll get a lawyer's letter! ”

Andy answered and quieted down the scene temporarily. Although it was known that the young billionaire was not joking, the London media puppies were not concerned about the threat at all. They had some ways to keep the lawyers from catching the loophole, and the fear was that Andy would not respond.