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"Are you sure you don't want to go to London with me?" Andy laughs and looks at little Deva, who is taking a spoon and delivering food to his mouth. He looks at Monica in the opposite direction and asks.
"No, I've been hanging out with you in Paris for two days. If I go to London with you again, even a fool can guess our relationship. I'm tired of being chased by paparazzi. I'll go to Los Angeles after I've finished the advertisement for spade a champagne
Monica chewed the food, while flirting with her long black hair, and winked at the little man. Although she was very satisfied during this period, the little man's designs were too many, and the products were almost inevitably visited again and again, and the tossing was endless.
"Well, I want to take you to see my team's game." Andy curled his mouth and shrugged his shoulders. He said in a very sad way.
"I'm a Perugia fan..." Said Monica lightly.
"I'm your fan!" Andy looked at Monica seriously and said.
There was a calm smile on the more beautiful and ruddy face. I didn't care about the little man's teasing at all. It seemed that everything should be so general. I held up a slender goblet on my side, pressed the mouth of the cup with bright red lips, raised my arms slightly, and entered the champagne.
"You've made a good deal. This champagne is really good to drink."
"Ha ha, of course, my investment has never failed, and this time it will not. You see, since I told the media that you would be the spokesperson of spade a champagne on the day of acquisition, the brand's popularity has been opened in Europe?" Andy smiles smugly.
Yes, the champagne of spade a was purchased all day by Andy with 9.5 million euros and secret recipe. Naturally, Cartier and his son were left. After all, they are winemakers. According to the agreement, once they leave spade a company, they can't enter the brewing industry within five years, and there are some restrictions.
Andy gave them very good treatment, after all, it's a place where he has worked all his life. It's a bit reluctant to leave, so he happily chose to stay.
After the acquisition, Andy started the marketing plan he had prepared. The public "tryst" with Monica came out with a golden bottle of spade a champagne. With the spread of various gossip reports to the world, the next step was to refute the rumors. Italy's national treasure level goddess will speak for spade a champagne.
This kind of thing that can cheapen one's own people can't be handed over to others naturally. For Monica, a mature woman like Du Li, Andy never thought of giving her a bank card, because it's likely to screw things up, so Andy can't treat this woman badly, and can only find another way.
"You're the spokesperson. I sent you 30 bottles. I'll send them to you after drinking." Andy doesn't care.
"Well, I'll make an appointment with Sophie. I'll give her some bottles. I like pink bottles with mixed flavors. I think Sophie will like them, too."
Hearing Monica's words, Andy couldn't help but pick up his eyebrows and ask, "Sophie Marceau?"
"Well?" Monica said softly, glancing at Andy's expression, smiling at the little man and saying, "why, is she your goddess?"
"Cough..." Andy was a little guilty from Monica's strange eyes, pretending to have an expression of how possible. "I haven't seen her movie very much, not to mention the goddess," he said
"Ha ~ so, it's a happy thing for me to meet your fans who specially think about their idols?" Monica gave a ha ha, with a smile of mockery on her lips. She didn't believe what the little bastard said. The longer she got along with Andy, the more she found out that this guy had a very sick conquest of Yu. Otherwise, she wouldn't make some Zishi that she felt ashamed of.
It's because of this that age and other things become unimportant here. It's very appropriate to describe them as cold and raw. He's a very dangerous little bastard. However, it is precisely because of his unruly and unbridled manner that he has a very fascinating temperament. Of course, that kind of self-confidence, maturity and stability inconsistent with age, and genius are irresistible characteristics of women.
"No, no, you are the only one here! It's all my dreams when I was a teenager. You are a flame to me. I need to suppress my own YW all the time, because when I see you, I want to... " Andy's expression became very serious, and Monica saw the familiar blazing in his eyes.
Can ran a smile, a myriad of emotions. Monica wipes her daughter Dewar's mouth with a napkin, picks up her glass and touches Andy. "Cheers to the little boy's dream!" she laughs
The black line on Andy's forehead came out, the corner of his mouth pulled unnaturally, and he took a sip of champagne.
"Sophie is a very self-centered person. The hurt once made her live freely and freely, so she didn't want to miss too much fun to enjoy in life, and it also made her feel good. She didn't mind what happened..." Monica picked up her eyebrows and said softly, her eyes fixed on Andy's expression.
Andy shrugs his shoulders in disapproval. He is not really interested in Sophie Marceau. Especially in the previous life, when he saw that she chose to go on the red carpet for two consecutive years, the goddess fan was greatly reduced. He didn't care about Monica's trial."Let's be serious." Andy interrupts Monica directly and whispers, "I'm leaving Paris tomorrow. Shall we celebrate tonight?"
Monica thought he was going to say something serious, but she was so angry and laughed, "go away"
"cough..."
After dinner, Andy sent Monica's mother and daughter home. After waving goodbye, he drove back to the four seasons hotel. He couldn't help it. There were too many tails behind him. He wanted to take some intimate pictures of Andy and Monica, and hype the scandal to increase sales. So these two days, no matter where they went, they would bring their own paparazzi skills.
At four o'clock in the morning, Andy opened his sleepy eyes, reached out and rubbed, yawned, looked down at Monica lying in her arms, kissed her hair on the top of her head, carefully took out her arms, opened the blanket, and began to put on his clothes with the help of the dim yellow light.
"What time is it now?" Monica's hoarse voice suddenly rings, which makes Andy's movement stagnate. She looks back apologetically at the lazy beauty who supports her body, the blanket slips down and shows the perfect scenery.
"Sorry to wake you up. Go to sleep." During the conversation, Andy had put on his clothes, then went to chuangbian, bent down and kissed Monica. "When we get to London, I'll call you. I'll see you in Los Angeles."
"Well, then be careful." Although Monica is a little reluctant to give up, she also wants to send the little man, but her body is soft and sour. Her sleepiness and weariness make her unable to do it. Last night, they were too upset to bear.
Andy nodded and kissed again. Then he straightened up and walked out of the room with his hood. The bodyguards had been waiting for a long time. They took the elevator all the way to the underground parking lot and left a hotel near Monica's house quietly. Speechless
, Tori Black, little assistant,
, looked at the devil who was even yawning. She really couldn't make complaints about it. Was it really a flower without flowers? All the women of that age were very fond of what the devil had eaten, and it really was that they didn't know what to say.
She is not a fool. When Monica appears, she guesses the truth. After all, according to the big devil's urine, she will never let go of such a woman. Look at the look of that Italian goddess. It's like a woman divorced for more than a month. It's like she's too full to eat, too nourished, and full of Sao.
The plane from Paris to London is full of sleep. When it comes to London, if it's not for a meeting, the great devil should run into his bedroom and go to sleep now.
"Coffee, boss." Torry brings the second cup of coffee to Andy, who is looking through the financial statements. Then he stands behind him and begins to massage the devil.
"MMM ~" Andy leaned back comfortably, took his coffee and blew it, took a sip, smashed his mouth, "it's a little bitter."
"Refreshing. You will have a meeting later
Andy nodded at the assistant's words and drank his coffee after a few drinks. "I'll take you to White Hart Lane this afternoon to watch the game against Villa."
The little assistant, who was a little depressed at first, left the smiling face and worked harder for massage. You know, she had studied specially for the sake of serving the devil better, but she had reported to massage class, and the technique was quite a set.
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"Are you sure you don't want to go to London with me?" Andy laughs and looks at little Deva, who is taking a spoon and delivering food to his mouth. He looks at Monica in the opposite direction and asks.
"No, I've been hanging out with you in Paris for two days. If I go to London with you again, even a fool can guess our relationship. I'm tired of being chased by paparazzi. I'll go to Los Angeles after I've finished the advertisement for spade a champagne
Monica chewed the food, while flirting with her long black hair, and winked at the little man. Although she was very satisfied during this period, the little man's designs were too many, and the products were almost inevitably visited again and again, and the tossing was endless.
"Well, I want to take you to see my team's game." Andy curled his mouth and shrugged his shoulders. He said in a very sad way.
"I'm a Perugia fan..." Said Monica lightly.
"I'm your fan!" Andy looked at Monica seriously and said.
There was a calm smile on the more beautiful and ruddy face. I didn't care about the little man's teasing at all. It seemed that everything should be so general. I held up a slender goblet on my side, pressed the mouth of the cup with bright red lips, raised my arms slightly, and entered the champagne.
"You've made a good deal. This champagne is really good to drink."
"Ha ha, of course, my investment has never failed, and this time it will not. You see, since I told the media that you would be the spokesperson of spade a champagne on the day of acquisition, the brand's popularity has been opened in Europe?" Andy smiles smugly.
Yes, the champagne of spade a was purchased all day by Andy with 9.5 million euros and secret recipe. Naturally, Cartier and his son were left. After all, they are winemakers. According to the agreement, once they leave spade a company, they can't enter the brewing industry within five years, and there are some restrictions.
Andy gave them very good treatment, after all, it's a place where he has worked all his life. It's a bit reluctant to leave, so he happily chose to stay.
After the acquisition, Andy started the marketing plan he had prepared. The public "tryst" with Monica came out with a golden bottle of spade a champagne. With the spread of various gossip reports to the world, the next step was to refute the rumors. Italy's national treasure level goddess will speak for spade a champagne.
This kind of thing that can cheapen one's own people can't be handed over to others naturally. For Monica, a mature woman like Du Li, Andy never thought of giving her a bank card, because it's likely to screw things up, so Andy can't treat this woman badly, and can only find another way.
"You're the spokesperson. I sent you 30 bottles. I'll send them to you after drinking." Andy doesn't care.
"Well, I'll make an appointment with Sophie. I'll give her some bottles. I like pink bottles with mixed flavors. I think Sophie will like them, too."
Hearing Monica's words, Andy couldn't help but pick up his eyebrows and ask, "Sophie Marceau?"
"Well?" Monica said softly, glancing at Andy's expression, smiling at the little man and saying, "why, is she your goddess?"
"Cough..." Andy was a little guilty from Monica's strange eyes, pretending to have an expression of how possible. "I haven't seen her movie very much, not to mention the goddess," he said
"Ha ~ so, it's a happy thing for me to meet your fans who specially think about their idols?" Monica gave a ha ha, with a smile of mockery on her lips. She didn't believe what the little bastard said. The longer she got along with Andy, the more she found out that this guy had a very sick conquest of Yu. Otherwise, she wouldn't make some Zishi that she felt ashamed of.
It's because of this that age and other things become unimportant here. It's very appropriate to describe them as cold and raw. He's a very dangerous little bastard. However, it is precisely because of his unruly and unbridled manner that he has a very fascinating temperament. Of course, that kind of self-confidence, maturity and stability inconsistent with age, and genius are irresistible characteristics of women.
"No, no, you are the only one here! It's all my dreams when I was a teenager. You are a flame to me. I need to suppress my own YW all the time, because when I see you, I want to... " Andy's expression became very serious, and Monica saw the familiar blazing in his eyes.
Can ran a smile, a myriad of emotions. Monica wipes her daughter Dewar's mouth with a napkin, picks up her glass and touches Andy. "Cheers to the little boy's dream!" she laughs
The black line on Andy's forehead came out, the corner of his mouth pulled unnaturally, and he took a sip of champagne.
"Sophie is a very self-centered person. The hurt once made her live freely and freely, so she didn't want to miss too much fun to enjoy in life, and it also made her feel good. She didn't mind what happened..." Monica picked up her eyebrows and said softly, her eyes fixed on Andy's expression.
Andy shrugs his shoulders in disapproval. He is not really interested in Sophie Marceau. Especially in the previous life, when he saw that she chose to go on the red carpet for two consecutive years, the goddess fan was greatly reduced. He didn't care about Monica's trial."Let's be serious." Andy interrupts Monica directly and whispers, "I'm leaving Paris tomorrow. Shall we celebrate tonight?"
Monica thought he was going to say something serious, but she was so angry and laughed, "go away"
"cough..."
After dinner, Andy sent Monica's mother and daughter home. After waving goodbye, he drove back to the four seasons hotel. He couldn't help it. There were too many tails behind him. He wanted to take some intimate pictures of Andy and Monica, and hype the scandal to increase sales. So these two days, no matter where they went, they would bring their own paparazzi skills.
At four o'clock in the morning, Andy opened his sleepy eyes, reached out and rubbed, yawned, looked down at Monica lying in her arms, kissed her hair on the top of her head, carefully took out her arms, opened the blanket, and began to put on his clothes with the help of the dim yellow light.
"What time is it now?" Monica's hoarse voice suddenly rings, which makes Andy's movement stagnate. She looks back apologetically at the lazy beauty who supports her body, the blanket slips down and shows the perfect scenery.
"Sorry to wake you up. Go to sleep." During the conversation, Andy had put on his clothes, then went to chuangbian, bent down and kissed Monica. "When we get to London, I'll call you. I'll see you in Los Angeles."
"Well, then be careful." Although Monica is a little reluctant to give up, she also wants to send the little man, but her body is soft and sour. Her sleepiness and weariness make her unable to do it. Last night, they were too upset to bear.
Andy nodded and kissed again. Then he straightened up and walked out of the room with his hood. The bodyguards had been waiting for a long time. They took the elevator all the way to the underground parking lot and left a hotel near Monica's house quietly. Speechless
, Tori Black, little assistant,
, looked at the devil who was even yawning. She really couldn't make complaints about it. Was it really a flower without flowers? All the women of that age were very fond of what the devil had eaten, and it really was that they didn't know what to say.
She is not a fool. When Monica appears, she guesses the truth. After all, according to the big devil's urine, she will never let go of such a woman. Look at the look of that Italian goddess. It's like a woman divorced for more than a month. It's like she's too full to eat, too nourished, and full of Sao.
The plane from Paris to London is full of sleep. When it comes to London, if it's not for a meeting, the great devil should run into his bedroom and go to sleep now.
"Coffee, boss." Torry brings the second cup of coffee to Andy, who is looking through the financial statements. Then he stands behind him and begins to massage the devil.
"MMM ~" Andy leaned back comfortably, took his coffee and blew it, took a sip, smashed his mouth, "it's a little bitter."
"Refreshing. You will have a meeting later
Andy nodded at the assistant's words and drank his coffee after a few drinks. "I'll take you to White Hart Lane this afternoon to watch the game against Villa."
The little assistant, who was a little depressed at first, left the smiling face and worked harder for massage. You know, she had studied specially for the sake of serving the devil better, but she had reported to massage class, and the technique was quite a set.
"Are you sure you don't want to go to London with me?" Andy laughs and looks at little Deva, who is taking a spoon and delivering food to his mouth. He looks at Monica in the opposite direction and asks. "No, I've been hanging out with you in Paris for two days. If I go to London with you again, even a fool can guess our relationship. I'm tired of being chased by paparazzi. I'll go to Los Angeles after I've finished the advertisement for spade a champagne Monica chewed the food, while flirting with her long black hair, and winked at the little man. Although she was very satisfied during this period, the little man's designs were too many, and the products were almost inevitably visited again and again, and the tossing was endless. "Well, I want to take you to see my team's game." Andy curled his mouth and shrugged his shoulders. He said in a very sad way. "I'm a Perugia fan..." Said Monica lightly. "I'm your fan!" Andy looked at Monica seriously and said. There was a calm smile on the more beautiful and ruddy face. I didn't care about the little man's teasing at all. It seemed that everything should be so general. I held up a slender goblet on my side, pressed the mouth of the cup with bright red lips, raised my arms slightly, and entered the champagne. "You've made a good deal. This champagne is really good to drink." "Ha ha, of course, my investment has never failed, and this time it will not. You see, since I told the media that you would be the spokesperson of spade a champagne on the day of acquisition, the brand's popularity has been opened in Europe?" Andy smiles smugly. Yes, the champagne of spade a was purchased all day by Andy with 9.5 million euros and secret recipe. Naturally, Cartier and his son were left. After all, they are winemakers. According to the agreement, once they leave spade a company, they can't enter the brewing industry within five years, and there are some restrictions. Andy gave them very good treatment, after all, it's a place where he has worked all his life. It's a bit reluctant to leave, so he happily chose to stay. After the acquisition, Andy started the marketing plan he had prepared. The public "tryst" with Monica came out with a golden bottle of spade a champagne. With the spread of various gossip reports to the world, the next step was to refute the rumors. Italy's national treasure level goddess will speak for spade a champagne. This kind of thing that can cheapen one's own people can't be handed over to others naturally. For Monica, a mature woman like Du Li, Andy never thought of giving her a bank card, because it's likely to screw things up, so Andy can't treat this woman badly, and can only find another way. "You're the spokesperson. I sent you 30 bottles. I'll send them to you after drinking." Andy doesn't care. "Well, I'll make an appointment with Sophie. I'll give her some bottles. I like pink bottles with mixed flavors. I think Sophie will like them, too." Hearing Monica's words, Andy couldn't help but pick up his eyebrows and ask, "Sophie Marceau?" "Well?" Monica said softly, glancing at Andy's expression, smiling at the little man and saying, "why, is she your goddess?" "Cough..." Andy was a little guilty from Monica's strange eyes, pretending to have an expression of how possible. "I haven't seen her movie very much, not to mention the goddess," he said "Ha ~ so, it's a happy thing for me to meet your fans who specially think about their idols?" Monica gave a ha ha, with a smile of mockery on her lips. She didn't believe what the little bastard said. The longer she got along with Andy, the more she found out that this guy had a very sick conquest of Yu. Otherwise, she wouldn't make some Zishi that she felt ashamed of. It's because of this that age and other things become unimportant here. It's very appropriate to describe them as cold and raw. He's a very dangerous little bastard. However, it is precisely because of his unruly and unbridled manner that he has a very fascinating temperament. Of course, that kind of self-confidence, maturity and stability inconsistent with age, and genius are irresistible characteristics of women. "No, no, you are the only one here! It's all my dreams when I was a teenager. You are a flame to me. I need to suppress my own YW all the time, because when I see you, I want to... " Andy's expression became very serious, and Monica saw the familiar blazing in his eyes. Can ran a smile, a myriad of emotions. Monica wipes her daughter Dewar's mouth with a napkin, picks up her glass and touches Andy. "Cheers to the little boy's dream!" she laughs The black line on Andy's forehead came out, the corner of his mouth pulled unnaturally, and he took a sip of champagne. "Sophie is a very self-centered person. The hurt once made her live freely and freely, so she didn't want to miss too much fun to enjoy in life, and it also made her feel good. She didn't mind what happened..." Monica picked up her eyebrows and said softly, her eyes fixed on Andy's expression. Andy shrugs his shoulders in disapproval. He is not really interested in Sophie Marceau. Especially in the previous life, when he saw that she chose to go on the red carpet for two consecutive years, the goddess fan was greatly reduced. He didn't care about Monica's trial."Let's be serious." Andy interrupts Monica directly and whispers, "I'm leaving Paris tomorrow. Shall we celebrate tonight?" Monica thought he was going to say something serious, but she was so angry and laughed, "go away" "cough..." After dinner, Andy sent Monica's mother and daughter home. After waving goodbye, he drove back to the four seasons hotel. He couldn't help it. There were too many tails behind him. He wanted to take some intimate pictures of Andy and Monica, and hype the scandal to increase sales. So these two days, no matter where they went, they would bring their own paparazzi skills. At four o'clock in the morning, Andy opened his sleepy eyes, reached out and rubbed, yawned, looked down at Monica lying in her arms, kissed her hair on the top of her head, carefully took out her arms, opened the blanket, and began to put on his clothes with the help of the dim yellow light. "What time is it now?" Monica's hoarse voice suddenly rings, which makes Andy's movement stagnate. She looks back apologetically at the lazy beauty who supports her body, the blanket slips down and shows the perfect scenery. "Sorry to wake you up. Go to sleep." During the conversation, Andy had put on his clothes, then went to chuangbian, bent down and kissed Monica. "When we get to London, I'll call you. I'll see you in Los Angeles." "Well, then be careful." Although Monica is a little reluctant to give up, she also wants to send the little man, but her body is soft and sour. Her sleepiness and weariness make her unable to do it. Last night, they were too upset to bear. Andy nodded and kissed again. Then he straightened up and walked out of the room with his hood. The bodyguards had been waiting for a long time. They took the elevator all the way to the underground parking lot and left a hotel near Monica's house quietly. Speechless , Tori Black, little assistant, , looked at the devil who was even yawning. She really couldn't make complaints about it. Was it really a flower without flowers? All the women of that age were very fond of what the devil had eaten, and it really was that they didn't know what to say. She is not a fool. When Monica appears, she guesses the truth. After all, according to the big devil's urine, she will never let go of such a woman. Look at the look of that Italian goddess. It's like a woman divorced for more than a month. It's like she's too full to eat, too nourished, and full of Sao. The plane from Paris to London is full of sleep. When it comes to London, if it's not for a meeting, the great devil should run into his bedroom and go to sleep now. "Coffee, boss." Torry brings the second cup of coffee to Andy, who is looking through the financial statements. Then he stands behind him and begins to massage the devil. "MMM ~" Andy leaned back comfortably, took his coffee and blew it, took a sip, smashed his mouth, "it's a little bitter." "Refreshing. You will have a meeting later Andy nodded at the assistant's words and drank his coffee after a few drinks. "I'll take you to White Hart Lane this afternoon to watch the game against Villa." The little assistant, who was a little depressed at first, left the smiling face and worked harder for massage. You know, she had studied specially for the sake of serving the devil better, but she had reported to massage class, and the technique was quite a set.
