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An hour later, the horn of the car came from outside the villa. Andy, who was wearing a white casual shirt and a pair of gray loose trousers, stood at the gate of the villa with a smile on his face, looked at the parked car, and walked forward , open the door www. Кan ShUge. la

A transparent sandal and a white jade zip protruded from the car. Sitting on the ground, a faint charming fragrance rushed towards her face. She had long straight black hair and a pair of sunglasses that covered half of her cheeks. The iconic red lip gloss was not applied on the lips.

Feng Ni's mature body that no man can ignore is wrapped in a transparent floral dress and a white lace bottoming suspender skirt inside, which is amazing.

"Welcome, Monica, you are still so touching, heart-pounding, and shockingly beautiful." Andy smiled and met Monica who took off her sunglasses, talking about her feelings without concealing it.

The pair of beautiful bright eyes under the bangs on the forehead blinked a few times, and a smile appeared on her face. Her smile was indeed more charming. It was not like the usual glamorous, resentful eyebrows furrowed, but bright and innocent. Make people defenseless.

"I regret accepting the appointment, little guy, your eyes are full~! Wang, this is not the eye that should be used on me, hehe."

Although Monica was teasing, she still hugged Andy gently without hesitation, raised her face and kissed him.

"It's not my fault. No matter where you are, any man's eyes will be fixed on you, because your unruly sexuality is really captivating. No one can extricate themselves after seeing it." Andy looked at the exquisite and outstanding man who was close at hand. Contour, slender body, plus the glamorous temperament shown when the smile is restrained, Monica's charm and characteristics can still turn all living beings upside down.

"Giggle, your mouth is still so sweet, thank you for your compliments, but please restrain your gaze, I don't want to date an animal." Monica looked at the villa environment in front of her, and looked into the villa like no one else. Walked, didn't look at Andy, just smiled softly.

Andy didn't feel embarrassed at all. He followed her and looked at the back in front of her. From the hair to the high heels, everything exuded the smell of sex. Andy can be sure that as long as she is willing, all men are willing to do it for her. Surrender.

When I came to the villa, I looked at the design of the surrounding villas, the beach and the blue sea water within easy reach. The fresh and salty sea breeze was blowing the black hair on both sides of Monica's cheeks, and I reached out and gently brushed her hair. Looking back at Andy, who never left her eyes from the beginning to the end, although there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, Andy still noticed her frowning slightly.

"It seems that you have changed from the last time we met. Is it because of the change in the environment? It made you bolder and unscrupulous? Bo, this is not the way a gentleman should look at a married woman."

Monica looked at Andy meaningfully, her eyes didn't dodge at all, her eyes met each other, she was too familiar with that kind of gaze, although she was happy that her charm was not diminished, but she didn't like Andy's overly fiery Look, even though she has some affection for Andy, a very talented young and handsome billionaire, but this affection has nothing to do with the relationship between men and women, she is only willing to make friends with Andy's identity.

"Sorry!" Andy apologized sincerely and frankly, restrained his impolite eyes, led the way to the living room, took their seats, and coffee was delivered soon, with a calm smile on Andy's face, explained: "When I was young,

We all have our own goddess in our dreams. Every time you appear, you have a unique aura, which makes my heart beat faster and I feel at a loss. Over the years, every time I see you on the screen, that feeling remains the same. The feeling of missing a heartbeat, I'm afraid it will only belong to you forever. "

Andy's straightforward honesty made Monica slightly astonished, and then her slightly frowning brows relaxed, and the trace of unhappiness and defense in her heart disappeared, and the delicate and pretty face smiled, and the flowers trembled. , the swaying whiteness makes people dazzled.

Today's Monica does not leave mottled shadows on her beautiful face in the tug-of-war between beauty and time as she did ten years later, but her bright smile without makeup in front of her can still detect the tinge in the corner of her eyes. In Andy's opinion, the line of lines undoubtedly added that touch of mature charm.

The famous song "When You Are Old" by Yeats suddenly popped up in my mind, and my eyes narrowed slightly, "Chasing the eyes of the dream, your soft look and deep shadow. How many people have loved you? Figure, loved your beauty, with hypocrisy or truth, only one person has loved your pilgrim's heart, loved the traces of the years on your mournful face... sad and meditating, murmuring. How does love pass away, And how to step up the mountains, how to hide your face among the stars."

Like longing, like remembrance, like nostalgia, Andy murmured softly, his tone was yin and yang, and the magnetic voice made the originally elegant smile on his face, and slowly changed from stunned to soft and melancholy, with his eyes slightly closed, quiet Listening and savoring Andy's recitation.

The entire living room fell into a brief silence. Monica opened her eyes, and looked at the young and handsome face facing her with complicated eyes. Her heart trembled slightly. There was no animal-like gaze, but there was pity, unwillingness and Inexplicable anger.

"Sorry, but when I saw the fishtail in the corner of your eye, I couldn't help but think of this poem."

"Beautiful poetry, this is..."

"Irish poet William Butler Yeats, created in 1893, dedicated to his girlfriend's passionate and sincere love poems."

"Shouldn't it be all the content? What's the name?"

Andy sighed softly, with a bitter smile on his face, and said, "whenoareold."

Monica reached out and touched her cheek, and couldn't help but shook her head and laughed, "There's nothing terrible about getting old. Only by accepting this reality can we live a better life, isn't it?"

"No, this is the real beauty, natural beauty, the years have not left too many marks on you, you are still so beautiful."

Finally, Monica no longer rejected Andy's changing eyes with various emotions from time to time, but developed a strong sense of curiosity. This feeling has disappeared for a long time. To explore the emotional curiosity contained in a boy's eyes looking at her, For her, not only can violent men not arouse her interest, but they will feel disgusted. Only the eye contact, the feeling between fear and !~wang, attracts her the most.

As night fell, the villa was lit with warm lights, and the cool outdoor spotlights illuminated the surroundings. The water in the swimming pool was sparkling, and when it was quiet, you could hear the sound of the waves.

In the restaurant, Andy and Monica, who had changed into a tight-fitting black vest-style dress with a large black v-neck, sat opposite each other on a short dining table. The middle of the dining table was filled with all kinds of fresh fruits. In front of them was an authentic Italian dishes and several exquisite Thai dishes.

"Andy, you are really impeccable and caring, thank you, I like the Italian food tonight, especially this Milanese steak, it is very authentic." After speaking, he put a small piece of beef on the fork into his mouth, With an elegant smile on his face.

"It's my honor." Andy smiled and put down the knife and fork, raised the red wine glass in front of him, and raised his glass to Monica, "Cheers to Monica whose only sin is being too beautiful!"

"Giggle..." Monica laughed coquettishly at Andy's reason, not caring whether it would damage her elegant manners, put down the knife and fork, picked up the wine glass and said, "This is already the fifth glass, you The reason before is also very strong, it is hard to refuse, but, Andy, my drinking capacity is not low, it is not easy to get me drunk, giggling."

Monica didn't care at all about the flirtatious meaning in her words, whether the oho brought out by her gestures would increase his courage to the opposite Andy, who had always been full of covetous eyes and thoughts on her.

The long separation and empty married life are undoubtedly another kind of torture for her. Perhaps her lonely beauty has long been fixed in the small town of Sicily, walking and walking, walking out of a place of elegance and harmony. On the sad Malena.

She has doubted her husband's infidelity countless times, because only this can explain their marriage in trouble for many years, the separation of the two countries, and even the meeting requires her to make an appointment to go to Brazil. Monica, who has been divorced once, perseveres with difficulty To give one's own children a complete family, to control emotions, even if the smile withers, and not to blame others; tidy up properly, hair style clothes, cheekbones and ankles, not to be frightened by loneliness, not to be vulgar because of sadness.

It's just that the tense heartstrings will break one day, and choosing someone to fill the emptiness in her heart and body may no longer be the moral bottom line that she doesn't want to cross when she is alone in the empty pillow. ) Download Free Reader!!