American Fortune Life

"Are you sure you don't want to go to London with me?" Andy smiled and looked at the messy little Deva who was holding a spoon to deliver food to his mouth, and asked Monica who was opposite.

"No, I've been shopping with you in Paris for two days. If I go to London with you again, even a fool can guess our relationship. It's annoying enough being chased by paparazzi during this time. I'll help you take pictures After the Ace of Spades champagne ad and headed to Los Angeles..."

While chewing the food, Monica flicked her long black hair, and gave the little man a wink. Although she was very satisfied during this time, this little man has too many tricks, taste-almost none of them. Those who were spared were visited again and again, and the tossing was endless.

"Hey~ I still want to take you to watch my team's game." Andy said with a pouty look and shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm a fan of Perugia..." Monica said lightly.

"I'm your fan!" Andy said, staring at Monica solemnly.

There was a calm smile on that increasingly beautiful and ruddy face, and he didn't care about the little man's teasing at all, as if everything should be like this, he picked up the slender goblet from the side face, and pursed the mouth of the cup with bright red lips , raised his arms slightly, and poured champagne.

"You've got a great deal, this champagne really tastes great."

"Hehe, of course, my investment has never failed, and it won't happen this time. You see, since you told the media on the day of the acquisition that you would be the spokesperson for Ace of Spades Champagne, the brand's popularity has increased in Europe, hasn't it? ?” Andy smiled triumphantly.

That's right, the Ace of Spades Champagne was purchased by Andy for 9.5 million euros with the secret recipe. Naturally, Cartier and his son were also kept. After all, they are winemakers, and according to the agreement, once they leave Ace of Spades The company is not allowed to enter the brewing industry within five years, and there are other restrictions.

Andy treated them very well. After all, it was a place where he had worked all his life. He was really reluctant to leave, so he happily chose to stay.

And after the acquisition was completed, Andy started the marketing plan he had prepared. The public "tryst" with Monica appeared with a bottle of golden Ace of Spades champagne, and spread to the world with various gossip reports. , and then came out to refute the rumors that the Italian national treasure goddess will endorse the Ace of Spades Champagne.

Naturally, this kind of thing that can benefit one's own people cannot be entrusted to others. For an independent mature woman like Monica, Andy never thought of giving her a bank card, because that would probably mess things up, so, Andy couldn't treat this woman badly, so he had to find another way.

"You are the spokesperson,

Didn't I send you 30 bottles, drink it and send it to you. "Andy said indifferently.

"Well, I'll make an appointment with Sophie and give her a few bottles. I like the pink bottle with mixed flavors, and I think Sophie will like it too."

Hearing what Monica said, Andy raised his eyebrows and asked, "Sophie Marceau?"

"Huh?" Monica hummed softly, glanced at Andy's expression, couldn't help but looked at the little man with a half-smile and said lightly: "Why, is she also your goddess?"

"Ahem..." Andy was a little guilty from Monica's weird eyes, and pretended to have an expression of impossibility and said: "I haven't seen many of her movies, let alone a goddess." .”

"Ha~ So, I'm glad I met a fan like you who misses his idol?" Monica laughed, with a mocking smile on her lips. She didn't believe what this little bastard said. Well, the longer I spend with Andy, the more I realize that this guy has a very morbid desire for conquest, otherwise he wouldn't have made some gestures that made her feel humiliated.

Because of this, age and the like became insignificant to him, and being cold and unscrupulous was very apt to describe him, he was a very dangerous little bastard. But it is precisely because of his unruly and presumptuousness that he has a very fascinating temperament. Of course, that kind of self-confidence, maturity and calmness that does not match his age, and genius are characteristics that women cannot resist.

"NO, NO, you are the only one here! It's all my teenage dreams, you are a flame to me, I need to suppress my inner YW all the time, because when I see you, I think... "Andy's expression became very serious. As he spoke, Monica saw the familiar heat in his eyes.

With a bright smile, there are all kinds of styles. After wiping her daughter Deva's mouth with a napkin, Monica picked up the wine glass and touched Andy, and said with a smile, "Cheers to the little boy's dream come true!"

The black lines on Andy's forehead appeared, and the corners of his mouth twitched unnaturally, and he drank the champagne in the glass in one gulp.

"Sophie is a very self-centered person. The past injuries have made her live a free and easy life, so that she doesn't want to miss too much fun that life can enjoy, and it can make her feel a little bit good. She doesn't mind what happens. . " Monica raised her eyebrows and said lightly, her eyes were fixed on the change of Andy's expression.

Andy shrugged nonchalantly. He didn't really have much interest in this woman, Sophie Marceau. Especially in her previous life, she chose to deliberately steal the attention of the red carpet for two consecutive years. The goddess Fan was greatly discounted. For Mo He didn't care about Nika's temptation.

"Let's talk about something serious." Andy interrupted Monica's topic directly, and said in a low voice: "I'm leaving Paris tomorrow, shall we celebrate tonight?"

Monica thought he was really going to say something serious, but when she heard the last sentence, she laughed angrily, "Get lost~"

"Ahem..."

After dinner, Andy sent Monica and her daughter home. After waving goodbye, he drove back to the Four Seasons Hotel. There was no way, there were too many tails behind him, and he wanted to capture the intimacy between Andy and Monica. Take photos, hype up the scandal to increase sales, so the two of them will bring their paparazzi skills wherever they go in the past two days.

At four o'clock in the morning, Andy opened his sleepy eyes, rubbed his hands, yawned, looked down at Monica lying in his arms, kissed the hair on the top of her head, and carefully took out his With his arm, he lifted the blanket, and with the help of the dim light, began to put on his clothes.

"What time is it?" Monica's hoarse voice suddenly sounded, making Andy's movements stagnate, and he looked back apologetically at the lazy beauty who propped up her body and slipped the blanket, showing the perfect scenery.

"Sorry, I woke you up. Go back to sleep." While speaking, Andy had already dressed, then walked to the edge of the wound, bent down and kissed Monica, "When we arrive in London, I will give you Call and see you in Los Angeles."

"Well, then be careful." Although Monica was a little bit reluctant and wanted to give the little man away, but she was so weak, sleepy and tired that she couldn't do what she wanted. The two of them tossed too much last night, and she couldn't bear it. Living.

Andy nodded, and kissed again reluctantly, then straightened up, put on the hood and walked out of the room. The bodyguards had been waiting for a long time, and they took the elevator all the way to the underground parking lot, and left Momo quietly. A hotel near Nika's house.

"yawn--"

The little assistant Tori Black looked at the yawning big devil in a bit speechless, really powerless to complain, could it really be that house flowers do not have the fragrance of wild flowers, even such an older woman, the big devil eats it with gusto , It really makes people don't know what to say.

She is not a fool, when Monica appeared, she guessed the truth of the matter, after all, according to the urination of the Great Demon King, she would never let this kind of woman go. Look at the complexion of that Italian goddess, she looks like a woman who has been divorced for more than a month, but she seems to be overfed and nourished, and her gestures are full of anger.

I fell asleep on the plane from Paris to London. Now that I have arrived in London, if it is not because of a meeting, the devil should have gone to the bedroom to sleep now.

"Coffee, boss." Tori brought the second cup of coffee and put it in the hand of Andy who was flipping through the financial statements. Then he stood behind him very consciously and began to massage the big devil.

"Hmm~" Andy leaned back on the chair comfortably, picked up the coffee and blew on it, took a sip, and smacked his mouth, "It's a bit bitter."

"It can refresh you. You have a meeting in a while..."

Hearing what the little assistant said, Andy nodded, and drank the coffee in his cup after a few sips, "I'll take you to White Hart Lane to watch the match against Villa in the afternoon."

The little assistant who was still a bit depressed at first left with a smile on her face, and started to massage even harder. You know, in order to better serve the big devil, she has enrolled in a massage class to learn, and her techniques are still very good.