American Fortune Life

A large glass of salt water bottomed out quickly. At the last sip, Andy couldn't help licking on Lima's cherry lips, smashing it incessantly. Lima's instinctive cooperation made him take a lot of advantage. , Wet kiss is still very good taste.

Well, Andy looked at Lima who was still asleep. His old face couldn't help but turn red. It was immoral when he was in danger. He also knew that this kind of thing was shameful and a bit insignificant, but he really couldn't control , The idol of the previous life, the goddess, are close at hand, like a cat's claw scratching in his heart, hey, after all, it is still affected by the thinking of the otaku in the previous life, it seems to be completely transformed into a handsome, rich, stylish, with a halo, and a period A long way to go.

However, he comforted himself that this was a bailout, and it could not be regarded as taking advantage. As for his tongue sticking into his mouth, he was worried that the salt water would reach Lima. . .

The reason is strong. Andy straightened up a bit, sat back to the bed, reached out and took away the strands of hair that were attached to Lima Qiao's face. It seemed that Lima's lips were relieved by the addition of saline. As for It is not known whether the role played by the salt water or the effect of Andy's aftermath.

Assistant Mary returned to the medical room after about 20 minutes. Naturally, thanks again. I wanted to feed Lima some water with a spoon, but I saw that the water glass on the table was completely empty. There was no water stain on the side of the pillow, and the pupils could not help but shrink. It seemed to have guessed something, but the expression on the face did not change.

Until Andy had no reason to stay any longer, Mary looked a little jealously at Adriana Lima, who was still asleep, and mumbled softly: "It really is a woman who can make men lose their mind ..."

When Andy left the fitness club and told Rockridge that he would not come over in the next two or three days, he returned home by car, but the faint smell of perfume on his clothes still made Li Wanqing smell, brow Could not help but wrinkled slightly, but did not question, just angrily gave his son a glance.

Andy was a little confused, shrugged with an innocent expression, and went to the bathroom to wash it off.

At around 6 pm, Lima woke up slowly after she had been infused. Her dry mouth and thirst made her wake up with water.

Mary, who had been waiting by the bed, immediately picked up the salt water that had been prepared, lifted Lima gently, put it in her arms, and passed the glass to her lips.

After drinking a glass of water, Lima felt extremely comfortable, and her drowsy head was awake a lot. She put out her tongue and licked her lips, and asked with a weak voice, "Is this in the hospital?"

"No, still in the club, this is the medical room. Thanks to Mr. Smith today, otherwise I really don't know what to do. You don't know. You can scare me to death when you faint ..." Mary let Lima Lie down again, and began to exaggerate the narrative.

When Lima heard Andy's help to her, she was a little bit mistaken, and her perception of him improved a bit, at least a good gentleman.

However, after listening to Mary's praises to Andy Smith, Xiumei still frowned slightly and said, "Thank you for your help next time! By the way, isn't there still a shooting job tonight? Now a few Clicked?"

Mary looked at Lima who wanted to hold her up. She reluctantly stopped and said, "I have already contacted the company, and they will reschedule with the magazine over there. What do you think about this physical condition now? Work! Dr. Hamilton said, now you need to rest, you need to replenish water and nutrition, and you can no longer diet and sweat training! "

A bitter smile on Lima's face, she sighed and said, "After a break, let's go back ..."

Watching Mary nod and got up to start packing Lima's things, Lima closed her eyes slightly, and Andy's tall figure and sunny smile appeared in her mind, but her eyes were still so annoying.

Sunday, October 1, 2006, Manhattan, New York.

Entering New York in October, the temperature is around 10-18 degrees Celsius, which makes people feel very comfortable. Many people start morning jogging. Although it is a rest day, in this cosmopolitan city, it is still human. The noise was loud and unusual.

It ’s just that not many people know that with the “New York Observer” weekly being thrown out by newsboys, thrown on the lawn of some houses or in front of the house, and being stuffed by the postman into the newspaper box of the building, an earthquake in the US imperialist politics was Brewing, this will completely change the current US parliamentary structure. Washington will attract the attention of the world. This is also a feast for the media. From today, "New York Observer" and Andy Smith will go out of the United States and cause worldwide attention.

At breakfast time, Auston didn't see his son. Li Wanqing pointed to Andy's room and said, "I haven't been out this morning. I went knocking on the door to call him, but I didn't move after a response. It seems to be very late last night. Let him sleep. "

"..." Auston's forehead could not help beating, let alone the hate in his heart. A New York Observer weekly was placed on the dining table. The front page of the cover was Tom's photo, with a shadow of a portrait behind it and the title "Elephant Leaders and money laundering groups. "

Spread, keep spreading.

The original sales volume has increased to 70,000 copies of the "Observer" weekly magazine. Pete Kaplan let the printing house print 300,000 copies in total. A few days ago, it contacted the newspaper sales outlets in New York temporarily, and it went on sale today.

Uproar. . .

The people in New York seem to be strangled with a hand, which is a bit unbelievable. After all, since January this year, the Elephant Party has successively exploded in scandals. It has caused the people to lose trust in elephants. The leaders of the elephants were all found to be collaborating with money laundering groups. At first, people reacted instinctively to donkeys, but they quickly reacted to what newspaper they were holding, and then they were shocked and angry.

In the New York Times conference room.

"Snapped!"

"Who can tell me why we didn't receive any news in advance? We are so ignorant of such a big news that we are still writing campaign articles for these elephants and donkeys ..."

A middle-aged balding man growled loudly in the conference room, and the circle of people sitting silently remained silent.

"Snoring ... snoring ..."

The editor-in-chief gasped and pointed to the director of the Personnel Department: "I fired the person standing at the reporter's station in the New York News Agency, and was next to the" Observer ". Keep what they do! "

Everyone in the conference room looked at each other, I don't know how to explain it. Such an exclusive news would be kept strictly confidential by any newspaper office. Who would leak the news, and the editor was also confused.

"Why are you still sitting here? Give me all the news and ask all editors to find relevant news content. Since" Observer "dares to report such news, it must have evidence in its hands and let reporters go to interview Oscar. Don Smith, now and only he can be interviewed. Andy Smith and Pete Kaplan will never show up. It is impossible for Oston Smith to not know, now! Right now ... "

When the New York Times reporters arrived at the "Observer" newspaper building and the Oston Smith campaign office, they were stunned by the sight. A large number of reporters, TV broadcast cars, location hosts, various The camera equipment of the pistol and the short gun were all set up.

Pete Kaplan narrowed his eyes and looked downstairs through the floor-to-ceiling windows, with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth. The phone on the desk kept ringing, and there were invitations for interviews from several TV stations.

"The newspaper has finally risen in my hands, and many years of dreams have finally come true ..."

For the confidentiality and sensation of this report, Pete Kaplan personally wrote this report. It was not until his subordinates held a sample copy for review that he took out the report and temporarily changed the front page headline. In his eyes, Pete Kaplan personally sat in the printing factory until he saw a copy of the weekly magazine being packed into a delivery car.