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"Hoo..."
Andy's tense body finally relaxed. He saw the red light flashing at the baffle plate. He reached out to turn on the light in the car. Then he pulled up and licked the corner of his mouth. He spat something on the paper towel. Leighton Meister was red.
"It's almost the place. You can clean up..." Andy tidies up his pants and belt, and lively brings up his low cut dress again. He says, "disgust, it's all saliva!"
"Hum, I ate some carelessly just now. Next time, I'll replace you!" Leighton, with her make-up mirror in her hand, wiped her mouth dry with a wet towel, took her lip gloss and made up her makeup, while she took a white look at lively.
Blacklively's pretty white face was still red. He spat at Leighton, adjusted his dress, covered his greasy peaks, and took out his make-up mirror to check his hair style.
Andy helps them find out what's missing and adjust their hair style
Andy was embarrassed, red faced, angry and staring at his black, slapped him on the back, startled, and asked angrily, "what's wrong with you?"
Raffley, with a red face and gnashing teeth, squeezed a sentence out of his teeth: "where are my underwear!"
"Cough..." Andy fumbles a little black lace t-word from the seat gap behind him and carries it to lively with one finger.
"Hum!" Raffley grabbed it, bent over and lifted a long, beautiful leg to wear.
"Cluck..." Leighton Meister chuckled and didn't care about lively's embarrassed stare and Andy's smile.
Under the escort of paparazzi, Andy very gentlemanly sent the two beautiful ladies home, and then drove back to Manhattan. When passing a famous pizza shop, Andy got out of the car and walked into the pizza shop.
"Damn it, I thought I could take pictures of three people entering the hotel. It's all pictures of them eating, getting on and getting off!" In a silver gray business car, he was holding up a camera to take a picture of Andy in the pizza shop, muttering incessantly.
"It's not bad. It's because he wants to hype the TV series and those two actors. Otherwise, we can't catch up at all. Everyone knows that the bodyguards around him are powerful. We really want to get rid of us. We can't do anything about it." The driver of the paparazzi is also holding a camera.
"Let's go... His bodyguards are coming! "
"Don't be nervous..." When the driver put down his camera and was about to start the car, he heard a "crack" on the window.
Down the window, Toby's tall figure, and a black face, showing a big white teeth, said in a voice: "our boss said that it was not easy to follow us all night, please eat pizza..."
Then he shoved the pizza through the window and turned to another paparazzi.
"Damn it, how does he know we're journalists?"
"Well, they are more professional than us! Come on, have a bite. The rich treat
In the Cadillac car, Andy finished eating a pizza, licked his fingers, seemed to think of something, and his mouth twitched twice, but he continued to pick up a pizza.
The next day, Andy came back from his morning run, took a hot bath, wore a bathrobe, wiped his hair, walked into the dining room, picked up the sweet cow Nai on the table, drank it, sat in the chair, and began to open today's newspaper.
Sure enough, the New York tabloids all put Andy's pictures in the most prominent page. Several gossip tabloids directly used the front page headlines, and all kinds of vague and ambiguous titles were marked. Andy could only shake his head and laugh.
It's almost enough hype for a while. Let the two women keep high exposure. It will have a huge publicity effect on the TV play that starts in July. The new version and more gorgeous clothes made by the script that you combined with memory modification should be better than the previous version.
After breakfast, Andy closed the newspaper and smiled at the maid: "today you buy more fresh fruits and vegetables. Ivana will come back this afternoon and stay."
"Yes, sir." The maid replied with a smile.
Suit, tie, leather shoes, slim and flat blue cashmere coat, wearing the outermost, Andy, with all his professional equipment, walked out of the apartment building, ignored the nonsense of the messy paparazzi, and sat in the Maybach car under the escort of the bodyguards.
"Go to the newspaper."
Maybach started slowly, followed the Cadillac driven by Toby, and walked along Park Avenue from the upper east side. It took half of Manhattan to reach Wall Street on the sharp corner of New York.
Although the car window is closed, all kinds of curses and car horns can still be heard clearly on the road. Andy smiles helplessly and meets the most famous traffic jam in New York.
Take out the notebook from the bag, open it, take out the apple player with headphones, slide the touchpad, open the novel folder in the notebook, find the document of the national treasure, open it, reach out to open the workbench, put on the laptop, and start to write a novel.
Every office worker in New York would waste 74 hours every year because of traffic jams, which is certainly more depressing than that of Washington, Los Angeles, San Francisco and New York.At 8 o'clock, it's 11 o'clock in the morning. Andy is also drunk. He goes into the office, throws his overcoat in his arm to the tray behind him, goes to the desk, sits in the boss's chair, picks up the briefing on the desk and begins to check it.
"Boss, coffee."
"Well. Is anyone looking for me? " Andy carefully looked at today's briefing and took over the coffee cup that Tori put in his hand carefully without lifting his head.
"Newsweek called to say that you promised their exclusive interview and need to confirm the time with you. In addition, New York Fashion Week has sent you invitations; the United States Federal International auction house has sent you invitations and photo albums for spring auction in 2007
Andy put the briefing back on the table, took a sip of coffee, and looked at the Torry, holding the black book, which began to read things one by one.
"Well, don't read the interview of Newsweek. Look at the schedule. If there's nothing urgent, you'll arrange a time to inform them. You'll give the invitations for charity dinner to Al, let them sift them out, and then make a donation plan for tax deduction. The atlas of the auction will be shown to me later. The invitation for fashion week, and then Let's... "
Andy put down his coffee cup, waved his hand, and began to check the company briefs. At present, the preliminary work of shorting CDs and CDO junk bonds is ready, and the chips in his hands are increasing day by day. On the one hand, the members of the CDs team led by bardstone of freecity investment company and the think tank led by alvert lie jointly press Proceed as planned.
Another is the IT company that needs to be set up for WhatsApp software application. Andy doesn't want to start from several studios. The source code has been developed by himself. He can directly set up a company and recruit some code farmers to improve it. However, he needs an excellent CEO. His company with a bright future must have an excellent manager to help him Run it.
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"Hoo..."
Andy's tense body finally relaxed. He saw the red light flashing at the baffle plate. He reached out to turn on the light in the car. Then he pulled up and licked the corner of his mouth. He spat something on the paper towel. Leighton Meister was red.
"It's almost the place. You can clean up..." Andy tidies up his pants and belt, and lively brings up his low cut dress again. He says, "disgust, it's all saliva!"
"Hum, I ate some carelessly just now. Next time, I'll replace you!" Leighton, with her make-up mirror in her hand, wiped her mouth dry with a wet towel, took her lip gloss and made up her makeup, while she took a white look at lively.
Blacklively's pretty white face was still red. He spat at Leighton, adjusted his dress, covered his greasy peaks, and took out his make-up mirror to check his hair style.
Andy helps them find out what's missing and adjust their hair style
Andy was embarrassed, red faced, angry and staring at his black, slapped him on the back, startled, and asked angrily, "what's wrong with you?"
Raffley, with a red face and gnashing teeth, squeezed a sentence out of his teeth: "where are my underwear!"
"Cough..." Andy fumbles a little black lace t-word from the seat gap behind him and carries it to lively with one finger.
"Hum!" Raffley grabbed it, bent over and lifted a long, beautiful leg to wear.
"Cluck..." Leighton Meister chuckled and didn't care about lively's embarrassed stare and Andy's smile.
Under the escort of paparazzi, Andy very gentlemanly sent the two beautiful ladies home, and then drove back to Manhattan. When passing a famous pizza shop, Andy got out of the car and walked into the pizza shop.
"Damn it, I thought I could take pictures of three people entering the hotel. It's all pictures of them eating, getting on and getting off!" In a silver gray business car, he was holding up a camera to take a picture of Andy in the pizza shop, muttering incessantly.
"It's not bad. It's because he wants to hype the TV series and those two actors. Otherwise, we can't catch up at all. Everyone knows that the bodyguards around him are powerful. We really want to get rid of us. We can't do anything about it." The driver of the paparazzi is also holding a camera.
"Let's go... His bodyguards are coming! "
"Don't be nervous..." When the driver put down his camera and was about to start the car, he heard a "crack" on the window.
Down the window, Toby's tall figure, and a black face, showing a big white teeth, said in a voice: "our boss said that it was not easy to follow us all night, please eat pizza..."
Then he shoved the pizza through the window and turned to another paparazzi.
"Damn it, how does he know we're journalists?"
"Well, they are more professional than us! Come on, have a bite. The rich treat
In the Cadillac car, Andy finished eating a pizza, licked his fingers, seemed to think of something, and his mouth twitched twice, but he continued to pick up a pizza.
The next day, Andy came back from his morning run, took a hot bath, wore a bathrobe, wiped his hair, walked into the dining room, picked up the sweet cow Nai on the table, drank it, sat in the chair, and began to open today's newspaper.
Sure enough, the New York tabloids all put Andy's pictures in the most prominent page. Several gossip tabloids directly used the front page headlines, and all kinds of vague and ambiguous titles were marked. Andy could only shake his head and laugh.
It's almost enough hype for a while. Let the two women keep high exposure. It will have a huge publicity effect on the TV play that starts in July. The new version and more gorgeous clothes made by the script that you combined with memory modification should be better than the previous version.
After breakfast, Andy closed the newspaper and smiled at the maid: "today you buy more fresh fruits and vegetables. Ivana will come back this afternoon and stay."
"Yes, sir." The maid replied with a smile.
Suit, tie, leather shoes, slim and flat blue cashmere coat, wearing the outermost, Andy, with all his professional equipment, walked out of the apartment building, ignored the nonsense of the messy paparazzi, and sat in the Maybach car under the escort of the bodyguards.
"Go to the newspaper."
Maybach started slowly, followed the Cadillac driven by Toby, and walked along Park Avenue from the upper east side. It took half of Manhattan to reach Wall Street on the sharp corner of New York.
Although the car window is closed, all kinds of curses and car horns can still be heard clearly on the road. Andy smiles helplessly and meets the most famous traffic jam in New York.
Take out the notebook from the bag, open it, take out the apple player with headphones, slide the touchpad, open the novel folder in the notebook, find the document of the national treasure, open it, reach out to open the workbench, put on the laptop, and start to write a novel.
Every office worker in New York would waste 74 hours every year because of traffic jams, which is certainly more depressing than that of Washington, Los Angeles, San Francisco and New York.At 8 o'clock, it's 11 o'clock in the morning. Andy is also drunk. He goes into the office, throws his overcoat in his arm to the tray behind him, goes to the desk, sits in the boss's chair, picks up the briefing on the desk and begins to check it.
"Boss, coffee."
"Well. Is anyone looking for me? " Andy carefully looked at today's briefing and took over the coffee cup that Tori put in his hand carefully without lifting his head.
"Newsweek called to say that you promised their exclusive interview and need to confirm the time with you. In addition, New York Fashion Week has sent you invitations; the United States Federal International auction house has sent you invitations and photo albums for spring auction in 2007
Andy put the briefing back on the table, took a sip of coffee, and looked at the Torry, holding the black book, which began to read things one by one.
"Well, don't read the interview of Newsweek. Look at the schedule. If there's nothing urgent, you'll arrange a time to inform them. You'll give the invitations for charity dinner to Al, let them sift them out, and then make a donation plan for tax deduction. The atlas of the auction will be shown to me later. The invitation for fashion week, and then Let's... "
Andy put down his coffee cup, waved his hand, and began to check the company briefs. At present, the preliminary work of shorting CDs and CDO junk bonds is ready, and the chips in his hands are increasing day by day. On the one hand, the members of the CDs team led by bardstone of freecity investment company and the think tank led by alvert lie jointly press Proceed as planned.
Another is the IT company that needs to be set up for WhatsApp software application. Andy doesn't want to start from several studios. The source code has been developed by himself. He can directly set up a company and recruit some code farmers to improve it. However, he needs an excellent CEO. His company with a bright future must have an excellent manager to help him Run it.
"Hoo..." Andy's tense body finally relaxed. He saw the red light flashing at the baffle plate. He reached out to turn on the light in the car. Then he pulled up and licked the corner of his mouth. He spat something on the paper towel. Leighton Meister was red. "It's almost the place. You can clean up..." Andy tidies up his pants and belt, and lively brings up his low cut dress again. He says, "disgust, it's all saliva!" "Hum, I ate some carelessly just now. Next time, I'll replace you!" Leighton, with her make-up mirror in her hand, wiped her mouth dry with a wet towel, took her lip gloss and made up her makeup, while she took a white look at lively. Blacklively's pretty white face was still red. He spat at Leighton, adjusted his dress, covered his greasy peaks, and took out his make-up mirror to check his hair style. Andy helps them find out what's missing and adjust their hair style Andy was embarrassed, red faced, angry and staring at his black, slapped him on the back, startled, and asked angrily, "what's wrong with you?" Raffley, with a red face and gnashing teeth, squeezed a sentence out of his teeth: "where are my underwear!" "Cough..." Andy fumbles a little black lace t-word from the seat gap behind him and carries it to lively with one finger. "Hum!" Raffley grabbed it, bent over and lifted a long, beautiful leg to wear. "Cluck..." Leighton Meister chuckled and didn't care about lively's embarrassed stare and Andy's smile. Under the escort of paparazzi, Andy very gentlemanly sent the two beautiful ladies home, and then drove back to Manhattan. When passing a famous pizza shop, Andy got out of the car and walked into the pizza shop. "Damn it, I thought I could take pictures of three people entering the hotel. It's all pictures of them eating, getting on and getting off!" In a silver gray business car, he was holding up a camera to take a picture of Andy in the pizza shop, muttering incessantly. "It's not bad. It's because he wants to hype the TV series and those two actors. Otherwise, we can't catch up at all. Everyone knows that the bodyguards around him are powerful. We really want to get rid of us. We can't do anything about it." The driver of the paparazzi is also holding a camera. "Let's go... His bodyguards are coming! " "Don't be nervous..." When the driver put down his camera and was about to start the car, he heard a "crack" on the window. Down the window, Toby's tall figure, and a black face, showing a big white teeth, said in a voice: "our boss said that it was not easy to follow us all night, please eat pizza..." Then he shoved the pizza through the window and turned to another paparazzi. "Damn it, how does he know we're journalists?" "Well, they are more professional than us! Come on, have a bite. The rich treat In the Cadillac car, Andy finished eating a pizza, licked his fingers, seemed to think of something, and his mouth twitched twice, but he continued to pick up a pizza. The next day, Andy came back from his morning run, took a hot bath, wore a bathrobe, wiped his hair, walked into the dining room, picked up the sweet cow Nai on the table, drank it, sat in the chair, and began to open today's newspaper. Sure enough, the New York tabloids all put Andy's pictures in the most prominent page. Several gossip tabloids directly used the front page headlines, and all kinds of vague and ambiguous titles were marked. Andy could only shake his head and laugh. It's almost enough hype for a while. Let the two women keep high exposure. It will have a huge publicity effect on the TV play that starts in July. The new version and more gorgeous clothes made by the script that you combined with memory modification should be better than the previous version. After breakfast, Andy closed the newspaper and smiled at the maid: "today you buy more fresh fruits and vegetables. Ivana will come back this afternoon and stay." "Yes, sir." The maid replied with a smile. Suit, tie, leather shoes, slim and flat blue cashmere coat, wearing the outermost, Andy, with all his professional equipment, walked out of the apartment building, ignored the nonsense of the messy paparazzi, and sat in the Maybach car under the escort of the bodyguards. "Go to the newspaper." Maybach started slowly, followed the Cadillac driven by Toby, and walked along Park Avenue from the upper east side. It took half of Manhattan to reach Wall Street on the sharp corner of New York. Although the car window is closed, all kinds of curses and car horns can still be heard clearly on the road. Andy smiles helplessly and meets the most famous traffic jam in New York. Take out the notebook from the bag, open it, take out the apple player with headphones, slide the touchpad, open the novel folder in the notebook, find the document of the national treasure, open it, reach out to open the workbench, put on the laptop, and start to write a novel. Every office worker in New York would waste 74 hours every year because of traffic jams, which is certainly more depressing than that of Washington, Los Angeles, San Francisco and New York.At 8 o'clock, it's 11 o'clock in the morning. Andy is also drunk. He goes into the office, throws his overcoat in his arm to the tray behind him, goes to the desk, sits in the boss's chair, picks up the briefing on the desk and begins to check it. "Boss, coffee." "Well. Is anyone looking for me? " Andy carefully looked at today's briefing and took over the coffee cup that Tori put in his hand carefully without lifting his head. "Newsweek called to say that you promised their exclusive interview and need to confirm the time with you. In addition, New York Fashion Week has sent you invitations; the United States Federal International auction house has sent you invitations and photo albums for spring auction in 2007 Andy put the briefing back on the table, took a sip of coffee, and looked at the Torry, holding the black book, which began to read things one by one. "Well, don't read the interview of Newsweek. Look at the schedule. If there's nothing urgent, you'll arrange a time to inform them. You'll give the invitations for charity dinner to Al, let them sift them out, and then make a donation plan for tax deduction. The atlas of the auction will be shown to me later. The invitation for fashion week, and then Let's... " Andy put down his coffee cup, waved his hand, and began to check the company briefs. At present, the preliminary work of shorting CDs and CDO junk bonds is ready, and the chips in his hands are increasing day by day. On the one hand, the members of the CDs team led by bardstone of freecity investment company and the think tank led by alvert lie jointly press Proceed as planned. Another is the IT company that needs to be set up for WhatsApp software application. Andy doesn't want to start from several studios. The source code has been developed by himself. He can directly set up a company and recruit some code farmers to improve it. However, he needs an excellent CEO. His company with a bright future must have an excellent manager to help him Run it.
