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"Rich sandalwood, ambergris and sweet orange blossom fragrance... Gucci's perfume, tut, you have a good taste for your lady friend tonight.
Andy looked funny and watched Scarlett sniffing around his neck and shirt collar like a puppy. He could also tell the brand and fragrance of perfume accurately.
"Well, stop, I said. Can't you clean up?" Andy make complaints about the clothes he still has not picked up in the living room. He looks at his arms and holds up his neck. He has already put his waist in his arms, and Scarlett, who is being held by him, has tucked up his way.
"I'm too lazy to move. Don't turn off the topic and say that the little green pool you are looking for is a female companion?"
Andy asked Scarlett to go to the sofa in the living room, sat down, sat face to face, reached out and untied the bow tie on her neck. Some of them leaned on the back of the sofa lazily and said, "gelgado, my signing actor."
Scarlett frowned slightly. After thinking for a while, she still had no impression. She couldn't help but curl her mouth and say, "no impression, but what can be taken out by you will not be bad. How can I succeed?"
How could Andy discuss his strategy with another woman? It's not showing off. It's looking for death.
"Don't talk nonsense, it's just a temporary companion..."
"Bah! If you steal, you can't clean your mouth. If you don't admit it Scarlett's eyes narrowed slightly, her face was sarcastic, she directly interrupted Andy's dead support, reached out her finger and wiped it hard on Andy's mouth corner, sent a big red lipstick to Andy's eyes, and looked at him with a sneer.
"Cough... Oh, I remember. I need to make a phone call. " Andy pushes Scarlett away from her arms, takes her cell phone out of her pocket and walks to the work area.
"Asshole!" Scarlett watched Andy running away from his back. She was so angry that she picked up the pillow and threw her hands at Andy.
"Bang!"
"Ah --"
although Andy felt the wind, he didn't go to hide, but he was hit straight, and he made a scream with exaggeration, directly laughing at Scarlett on the sofa.
"Jon, it's me. Have we fixed the cover of the last special issue of 2007?"
Just lying in Chuang Shang, Jon Mitcham looked at his wife with a wry smile, shook his head, opened the quilt, picked up his glasses from the side cupboard, and put them on, "there are several options, boss, do you have any special requirements?"
"The cover article of the special issue focuses on China, appreciates the peaceful rise, and the cover photo... Ask Houston reporters to take a picture of Yao in a red uniform. In a moment, I'll write a few paragraphs, then you can join in writing the data, modify it, OK, sorry to disturb your rest, I'll send it to your mailbox, by the way, since it's a special issue of China, ha ha, contact those entrepreneurs of China to see if they are interested in making some advertisements... "
At the suggestion of the boss, Jon Mitcham, who was still a little depressed, couldn't help but brighten his eyes, come to his senses, turn up his mouth, smile and say: "they will be very interested, I promise, boss."
"Ha ha, that's OK. You have a rest. Good night."
Andy, who hung up, went to his desk, turned on his laptop, reached out and pinched his nose, his eyes narrowed slightly, and began to think.
Newsweek has always wanted to release in China, but even Andy knows how hopeless the hope is. Although Andy Smith is a huaxiatong, he also has a lot of investment in China, but his family background, no matter how, will not be ignored. If he is not prepared, it is called ghost.
Putting an American newspaper with great influence in the world is undoubtedly a matter of asking for trouble. Moreover, what people want is the influence of overseas edition, and they don't need the propaganda of their newspapers in their own country.
"It seems that Internet is the only way to get a foothold in the media of China." Andy knows the difficulty.
"Coffee --"
Scarlett in her nightdress came over with a steaming cup of coffee and put it in Andy's hand.
"Thank you. If you are sleepy, go to bed first. I need to write something else." Andy reached out and patted Scarlett's Pigu.
"Well, that won't bother you."
Looking at Scarlett's foni back, Andy smiled and absorbed himself. He began to TUT in the blank document -
Andy smashed his mouth, narrowed his eyes slightly, put down the coffee cup, and finally added a sentence at the end of the article, "2008 is the day.". It's time for the United States to make a long-term policy on rabbits. "
However, what Jon Mitcham admires most is the conclusion of the last sentence of the article, which blurs the boundary completely and makes no mainstream media can say the purpose of the article.
Soft?
Look, this is a patriot's feeling after seeing the great changes in the eastern powers. He hopes his country will face up to each other's cries...
Cough, Jon Mitcham shakes his head and laughs. He has a new understanding of his big boss's shrewdness and comprehensiveness.A private plane at Los Angeles International Airport has climbed and is flying in the blue sky.
Andy Smith of Jing Ming has been transformed into the black widow of Jing spider. Andy has been defeated by Scarlett. This crazy woman really does what she says. It seems that he doesn't want to stop until New York.
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"Rich sandalwood, ambergris and sweet orange blossom fragrance... Gucci's perfume, tut, you have a good taste for your lady friend tonight.
Andy looked funny and watched Scarlett sniffing around his neck and shirt collar like a puppy. He could also tell the brand and fragrance of perfume accurately.
"Well, stop, I said. Can't you clean up?" Andy make complaints about the clothes he still has not picked up in the living room. He looks at his arms and holds up his neck. He has already put his waist in his arms, and Scarlett, who is being held by him, has tucked up his way.
"I'm too lazy to move. Don't turn off the topic and say that the little green pool you are looking for is a female companion?"
Andy asked Scarlett to go to the sofa in the living room, sat down, sat face to face, reached out and untied the bow tie on her neck. Some of them leaned on the back of the sofa lazily and said, "gelgado, my signing actor."
Scarlett frowned slightly. After thinking for a while, she still had no impression. She couldn't help but curl her mouth and say, "no impression, but what can be taken out by you will not be bad. How can I succeed?"
How could Andy discuss his strategy with another woman? It's not showing off. It's looking for death.
"Don't talk nonsense, it's just a temporary companion..."
"Bah! If you steal, you can't clean your mouth. If you don't admit it Scarlett's eyes narrowed slightly, her face was sarcastic, she directly interrupted Andy's dead support, reached out her finger and wiped it hard on Andy's mouth corner, sent a big red lipstick to Andy's eyes, and looked at him with a sneer.
"Cough... Oh, I remember. I need to make a phone call. " Andy pushes Scarlett away from her arms, takes her cell phone out of her pocket and walks to the work area.
"Asshole!" Scarlett watched Andy running away from his back. She was so angry that she picked up the pillow and threw her hands at Andy.
"Bang!"
"Ah --"
although Andy felt the wind, he didn't go to hide, but he was hit straight, and he made a scream with exaggeration, directly laughing at Scarlett on the sofa.
"Jon, it's me. Have we fixed the cover of the last special issue of 2007?"
Just lying in Chuang Shang, Jon Mitcham looked at his wife with a wry smile, shook his head, opened the quilt, picked up his glasses from the side cupboard, and put them on, "there are several options, boss, do you have any special requirements?"
"The cover article of the special issue focuses on China, appreciates the peaceful rise, and the cover photo... Ask Houston reporters to take a picture of Yao in a red uniform. In a moment, I'll write a few paragraphs, then you can join in writing the data, modify it, OK, sorry to disturb your rest, I'll send it to your mailbox, by the way, since it's a special issue of China, ha ha, contact those entrepreneurs of China to see if they are interested in making some advertisements... "
At the suggestion of the boss, Jon Mitcham, who was still a little depressed, couldn't help but brighten his eyes, come to his senses, turn up his mouth, smile and say: "they will be very interested, I promise, boss."
"Ha ha, that's OK. You have a rest. Good night."
Andy, who hung up, went to his desk, turned on his laptop, reached out and pinched his nose, his eyes narrowed slightly, and began to think.
Newsweek has always wanted to release in China, but even Andy knows how hopeless the hope is. Although Andy Smith is a huaxiatong, he also has a lot of investment in China, but his family background, no matter how, will not be ignored. If he is not prepared, it is called ghost.
Putting an American newspaper with great influence in the world is undoubtedly a matter of asking for trouble. Moreover, what people want is the influence of overseas edition, and they don't need the propaganda of their newspapers in their own country.
"It seems that Internet is the only way to get a foothold in the media of China." Andy knows the difficulty.
"Coffee --"
Scarlett in her nightdress came over with a steaming cup of coffee and put it in Andy's hand.
"Thank you. If you are sleepy, go to bed first. I need to write something else." Andy reached out and patted Scarlett's Pigu.
"Well, that won't bother you."
Looking at Scarlett's foni back, Andy smiled and absorbed himself. He began to TUT in the blank document -
Andy smashed his mouth, narrowed his eyes slightly, put down the coffee cup, and finally added a sentence at the end of the article, "2008 is the day.". It's time for the United States to make a long-term policy on rabbits. "
However, what Jon Mitcham admires most is the conclusion of the last sentence of the article, which blurs the boundary completely and makes no mainstream media can say the purpose of the article.
Soft?
Look, this is a patriot's feeling after seeing the great changes in the eastern powers. He hopes his country will face up to each other's cries...
Cough, Jon Mitcham shakes his head and laughs. He has a new understanding of his big boss's shrewdness and comprehensiveness.A private plane at Los Angeles International Airport has climbed and is flying in the blue sky.
Andy Smith of Jing Ming has been transformed into the black widow of Jing spider. Andy has been defeated by Scarlett. This crazy woman really does what she says. It seems that he doesn't want to stop until New York.
"Rich sandalwood, ambergris and sweet orange blossom fragrance... Gucci's perfume, tut, you have a good taste for your lady friend tonight. Andy looked funny and watched Scarlett sniffing around his neck and shirt collar like a puppy. He could also tell the brand and fragrance of perfume accurately. "Well, stop, I said. Can't you clean up?" Andy make complaints about the clothes he still has not picked up in the living room. He looks at his arms and holds up his neck. He has already put his waist in his arms, and Scarlett, who is being held by him, has tucked up his way. "I'm too lazy to move. Don't turn off the topic and say that the little green pool you are looking for is a female companion?" Andy asked Scarlett to go to the sofa in the living room, sat down, sat face to face, reached out and untied the bow tie on her neck. Some of them leaned on the back of the sofa lazily and said, "gelgado, my signing actor." Scarlett frowned slightly. After thinking for a while, she still had no impression. She couldn't help but curl her mouth and say, "no impression, but what can be taken out by you will not be bad. How can I succeed?" How could Andy discuss his strategy with another woman? It's not showing off. It's looking for death. "Don't talk nonsense, it's just a temporary companion..." "Bah! If you steal, you can't clean your mouth. If you don't admit it Scarlett's eyes narrowed slightly, her face was sarcastic, she directly interrupted Andy's dead support, reached out her finger and wiped it hard on Andy's mouth corner, sent a big red lipstick to Andy's eyes, and looked at him with a sneer. "Cough... Oh, I remember. I need to make a phone call. " Andy pushes Scarlett away from her arms, takes her cell phone out of her pocket and walks to the work area. "Asshole!" Scarlett watched Andy running away from his back. She was so angry that she picked up the pillow and threw her hands at Andy. "Bang!" "Ah --" although Andy felt the wind, he didn't go to hide, but he was hit straight, and he made a scream with exaggeration, directly laughing at Scarlett on the sofa. "Jon, it's me. Have we fixed the cover of the last special issue of 2007?" Just lying in Chuang Shang, Jon Mitcham looked at his wife with a wry smile, shook his head, opened the quilt, picked up his glasses from the side cupboard, and put them on, "there are several options, boss, do you have any special requirements?" "The cover article of the special issue focuses on China, appreciates the peaceful rise, and the cover photo... Ask Houston reporters to take a picture of Yao in a red uniform. In a moment, I'll write a few paragraphs, then you can join in writing the data, modify it, OK, sorry to disturb your rest, I'll send it to your mailbox, by the way, since it's a special issue of China, ha ha, contact those entrepreneurs of China to see if they are interested in making some advertisements... " At the suggestion of the boss, Jon Mitcham, who was still a little depressed, couldn't help but brighten his eyes, come to his senses, turn up his mouth, smile and say: "they will be very interested, I promise, boss." "Ha ha, that's OK. You have a rest. Good night." Andy, who hung up, went to his desk, turned on his laptop, reached out and pinched his nose, his eyes narrowed slightly, and began to think. Newsweek has always wanted to release in China, but even Andy knows how hopeless the hope is. Although Andy Smith is a huaxiatong, he also has a lot of investment in China, but his family background, no matter how, will not be ignored. If he is not prepared, it is called ghost. Putting an American newspaper with great influence in the world is undoubtedly a matter of asking for trouble. Moreover, what people want is the influence of overseas edition, and they don't need the propaganda of their newspapers in their own country. "It seems that Internet is the only way to get a foothold in the media of China." Andy knows the difficulty. "Coffee --" Scarlett in her nightdress came over with a steaming cup of coffee and put it in Andy's hand. "Thank you. If you are sleepy, go to bed first. I need to write something else." Andy reached out and patted Scarlett's Pigu. "Well, that won't bother you." Looking at Scarlett's foni back, Andy smiled and absorbed himself. He began to TUT in the blank document - Andy smashed his mouth, narrowed his eyes slightly, put down the coffee cup, and finally added a sentence at the end of the article, "2008 is the day.". It's time for the United States to make a long-term policy on rabbits. " However, what Jon Mitcham admires most is the conclusion of the last sentence of the article, which blurs the boundary completely and makes no mainstream media can say the purpose of the article. Soft? Look, this is a patriot's feeling after seeing the great changes in the eastern powers. He hopes his country will face up to each other's cries... Cough, Jon Mitcham shakes his head and laughs. He has a new understanding of his big boss's shrewdness and comprehensiveness.A private plane at Los Angeles International Airport has climbed and is flying in the blue sky. Andy Smith of Jing Ming has been transformed into the black widow of Jing spider. Andy has been defeated by Scarlett. This crazy woman really does what she says. It seems that he doesn't want to stop until New York.
