American Fortune Life

"Okay, okay, it's not a parting of life and death, the makeup is all over..." Andy gently wiped Lima's slightly smudged eyeliner with a tissue, and lowered his head to kiss her bright red.

Lima wrapped his arms around Andy's neck and sent the warmest wen. As an international supermodel, the show is their stage. Karl Lagerfeld has always tried his best to make a show for Chanel. On March 27 For an autumn and winter fashion show, he summoned the most popular supermodels to perform his "gorgeous Zen" clothing concept.

"Okay, are you happy these days?" Andy asked softly, hugging Lima tightly, stroking her back.

"I really want to stay here forever..." Lima rubbed against Andy's arms.

"Hehe, fool, the vacation is not bad, the ordinary life is not suitable for us, especially my big supermodel!" Andy stretched out his hand to hold Lima's pretty face, and sighed with a smile, "Go and touch up the makeup, beautiful ..."

Da da da--

Andy stood on the balcony on the top of the mountain, watched the helicopter circling in the sky go away, exhaled a long breath, looked up at the sky helplessly, raised his hands high, and raised his two middle fingers! !

Upper East Side, Manhattan, New York.

"Move these two boxes down too... Be gentle, the things inside are easy to break!"

With blond hair tied behind her head, Ivana, who was wearing a light blue V-neck sweater and a pair of white high-waisted wide-leg pants, was directing the servants to help her move several large boxes out of the room.

"Honey, what are you doing?" CP sitting on the sofa in the living room frowned and looked at the four large suitcases that had been moved out one after another, and asked Ivana who rushed out of the room.

"Don't do anything, move, these things are all going to be moved to the Kuaiyin Yacht..." Ivana said with a sweet smile, her red lips slightly parted, revealing her white teeth, and she walked to the corridor beside her, directing The servant said: "Take down these two oil paintings too, keep them well and take them away..."

CP pouted and stared at his baby princess, just like a locust crossing the border, taking away what belonged to her, "Hi, Ivana, I like that oil painting too..."

"Sorry, Dad, I'm going to hang it in the top bedroom of the yacht, this starry sky painting is very suitable there, you don't know, the ceiling of the bedroom can be opened to see the stars at night... well, no said."

Seeing her father's expression, Ivana walked over with a smile, and after kissing him on the cheek, picked up the bag on the sofa, "I've finished handing over the work, and next is my vacation time.

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As he said, he put on his sunglasses, waved to a sluggish CP, and continued to smile: "We will take a boat back to New York from the Caribbean, bye."

CP pouted, looked sullenly at the back of the daughter who was like a proud swan, blinked his eyes a few times, and found out depressedly that Ivana had already put all her thoughts on that brat Andy Smith , The daughter who once surrounded him and admired him so much was snatched away by others. . .

"Boss, Christopher Tufton, Minister of Agriculture of Jamaica, has accepted your invitation and let us pass on our thanks to you."

Andy lay on the sofa lazily and boredly, with his eyes closed, listening to the report from the phone.

"That's fine. I'll go back to the boat in the afternoon and let the Jamaican paper and online media continue to report on the harm that Footbasin's monopoly on Blue Mountain Coffee has brought to the Jamaican government and coffee farmers. We can't stop. Since the other party has given us such a good opportunity, We can't miss it."

Andy opened his eyes, and sat up while talking, "30 years of grievances have been accumulated, enough to make Jamaicans forget the gratitude for the strong support of the foot basin people. It is impossible for coffee farmers to bear it any longer, especially The contract has expired, and I think our negotiation will be easier this time with a slap in the face."

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After hanging up the phone, Andy looked at Kenny who walked in and smiled, "Are you all ready?"

"Okay, we can set off now."

"Well, let's go." Andy picked up the backpack on the table, put on sunglasses, walked out of the mountain villa quickly, and boarded the plane against the strong wind of the helicopter propeller.

The Kuaiyin superyacht has been moored in Kingston Harbor. In the past few days, it has become a beautiful scenery of Kingston Wharf. Many people will come to see this cool-looking big guy, guessing and discussing The luxury of this yacht makes one wonder who the owner of the yacht is.

Da da--

The roar of the shipboard helicopter made everyone on the pier look up, watching the helicopter slowly land on the apron at the bow of the ship, a few figures came down from above, and quickly disappeared on the deck.

The mysterious super rich has become the answer that the local media want to know, but the tight security makes it impossible for reporters to get close.

Until sunset in the evening, a convoy of five black SUVs drove into the Kingston pier and headed straight for the moored silver-gray superyacht.

The reporters who had been squatting excitedly raised their long-lens cameras and pointed them at the motorcade that opened the doors.

First there were five or six burly bodyguards, and then a blond beauty with a hot figure appeared in the camera wearing a white gauze cake miniskirt and a pair of extremely slender and slender tui.

When the reporters frantically pressed the shutter, the blond beauty with sunglasses looked back at them, with a flaming red and a sweet smile.

A tall young man wearing a T-shirt and shorts appeared at the stern of the boat, smiling and reaching out to help the blond beauty onto the boat.

Then one by one the suitcases were removed from the car and transported to the boat, just like moving.

"... This person looks familiar to me!" A reporter muttered softly, flipping through the photos in the digital camera in his hand.

"Wow, God, this is really beautiful, exactly as I thought, perfect!" Ivana looked up excitedly at the transparent glass ceiling, at the sky dyed red by the afterglow of the setting sun, the clouds, and the large font. Lying on the Super Daiso, sighed.

"Huh?" He didn't hear Andy's agreement, pouted his mouth and raised his head slightly to look at her boyfriend. She just wanted to act coquettishly, but when she saw Andy, who was no longer an inch, she said in a coquettish voice with silky eyes: " You, what are you doing?"

"Hehe, why? Of course I gan you..." Andy jumped on him with a smile.

"Heck...don't make trouble, I'm sweating all over, let me take a bath first..."

"Hey, it's okay, I will sweat more later..."

Without the slightest precaution, crisp applause sounded in the bedroom on the top floor of the luxury yacht, and the warm applause was endless.