American Fortune Life

"Huh? You're awake."

Andy opened his sleepy eyes, yawned, stretched out his hand and pulled Cheryl, who was a little confused, into his arms, turned around and kissed her red cheeks softly, and said with a soft smile: "You are such a sweetheart!" Charming goblin, let's go to sleep again, we fell asleep at four o'clock from exhaustion..."

"Ah - let go, let me go..."

With a scream and a violent struggle, he pulled the quilt away from Andy's arms, his hair was disheveled, and he wrapped his body in the quilt with a shameful face, and hid aside.

"You, how did you come in...Damn it, how did you show up at my house?"

Andy stretched out his hand to scratch his hair in a daze, pointed to his nose suspiciously and said, "Are you asking me?"

"Shet! Of course I'm asking you! Tell me, how did you get in here..."

Looking at Cheryl, who was a little turned back and turned into anger, Andy rolled his eyes, propped his head with his right hand and looked sideways at the English rose that had been irrigated by him all night and then bloomed again, and smiled: "Please! Of course it's you The key for me, you said to get rid of the paparazzi first, and then come here... God, why did that idiot let a goddess like you go out to find some garbage, you are so good, knowing that we yesterday It's late but..."

"Ah... shut up, shut up! Shet, stop talking... bastard!"

Cheryl became angry and slapped Andy with the pillow who was flattering her. At first, it might be because of drunkenness, but in the end, she had already sobered up, but the unprecedented satisfaction and the grand fireworks bloomed made her feel happy. She was immersed in it, and she didn't want to wake up at all.

Betrayed, totally betrayed. . .

"Okay! Cheryl." Andy was a little depressed about Cheryl's overreaction. He reached out and snatched the pillow, and looked at each other. Not daring to continue looking at Andy, and became silent.

"We're attracted to each other's smells, we're not stupid, are we? We had an unforgettable time, and I'll say it again, you're a good girl, you're not worth torturing yourself for a scumbag. ..." Andy sat up, stretched out his hand to caress Cheryl's hair, saw that she didn't have a strong reaction, and slowly stretched out his hand to embrace her in his arms.

"None of the men is a good thing! They are all scum!" Cheryl's tears flowed down again uncontrollably, and she muttered in her mouth. She thought that revenge would make her heart happy, but the real situation was that she was worried. , Regret and entanglement, she knows that once something happens, there is no turning back.

She had literally betrayed last night, physically and mentally, she had thrown herself into the satisfaction that Andy Smith had given her, never had.

Andy shrugged, and responded frivolously: "Thank you for the compliment."

Cheryl pushed Andy away. The makeup on her face that was completely crying made her still charming. She glared at Andy with gritted teeth and said, "Is this how you treat your idol?"

"Of course, isn't every fan's ultimate wish to have something to do with their idol? You didn't know how enthusiastic you were last night, how could I restrain myself, besides, being an idol has always been the main task for me to complete the world legend progress. . . ”

Andy lay down on the bed again with a relaxed face, turned his head and looked at Cheryl with a smile and said, "Besides, what I brought you is the satisfaction that idiot will never be able to bring you, my God, in the nightclub bathroom ,... At that moment, I knew that your idiot husband is a miniature version. It seems that what the girl told the media is not a lie, it is really not big... Maybe those women outside will be willing to compliment him Well, let him find some confidence!"

Cheryl's almond eyes were wide open, biting the corners of her chest, and clenched her fists as she listened to Andy teasing and mocking her husband, reminding her of her infidelity and her husband's scandal time and time again.

"You're such a bastard! Get out, get out of my room..." Cheryl finally spoke to drive Andy away.

When Andy smirked and was about to say something, the mobile phones of the two people who didn't know where they were placed rang.

The two were stunned for a moment, and then turned over at the same time, and began to search for their mobile phones. Holding the mobile phone, they looked at each other's naked bodies. Cheryl first widened her eyes and swallowed. , turned around abruptly, took the mobile phone into the bathroom, and picked up the manager's call.

But Andy pursed his lips, a little annoyed by his guilty conscience, saw the caller ID, lay back on the wound, and picked it up.

"Boss, where are you now? God, don't tell me you're with Cheryl..."

Andy frowned suddenly, and heard Tory Black's flustered voice asking on the phone: "What's wrong? What happened?"

"A newspaper published a headline on the front page. It was a photo of you and Cheryl Cole drinking intimately in a nightclub. It also said that you left the nightclub one after another. It is likely that you went on a tryst..."

Hearing this, Andy immediately got down from the ceiling, ran out of the bedroom quickly, picked up the backpack from the floor of the living room, took out a set of sportswear from the backpack, started to put it on, and said to the little assistant: "Tell the hotel The housekeeper said, get ready for breakfast, I will eat it after my morning exercise."

As soon as the little assistant heard the words of the big devil, she knew that the big devil really ate Cheryl last night, listened to the busy signal, hung up the phone, sat on the sofa in the living room, looked at another phone, and waited for the bad news. Queen's phone.

The door of the bathroom opened, she was wearing a bathrobe, her pretty face was pale, her lips trembled a little, and Cheryl, who was panicked, looked at Andy who was dressed, and went to the window to open the curtains.

"Don't touch the curtains, wait until I'm gone, you open the curtains at 8 o'clock, I will appear in front of the media first, I'm just your fan, I met you in a nightclub, had a few drinks together, the rest is up to you speak...

Also, divorce that idiot, he won't get over his stealing, you know that better than me. . .

This is my phone number, let's call, and don't trust anyone, including your agent, watch your cell phone, and beware of media eavesdropping. . . . . . "

Andy, who had already changed into black sportswear, put on running shoes, put on a hood, and put on a backpack, didn't care if Cheryl, who was standing stupidly, understood, opened the door of the apartment, looked left and right, and walked out. , rushed into the stairs after closing the door, and walked away.

"This apartment has not been exposed..." Cheryl said stupidly the moment the door was closed.

At about 8:15 in the morning, Cheryl looked at the clock on the wall, her hair was not combed, but the makeup on her face had been washed off, she was wearing a nightgown, she walked to the window, opened the curtains, and caught her eyes It was on the roof of the building opposite her so-called unexposed apartment, a whole row of high-powered cameras recorded all her expressions of shock, panic, and arranging her hair.

Cheryl hurriedly drew the curtains to block the photo taking, and couldn't help showing a wry smile. She felt a little lucky in her heart, and at the same time she felt a little admiration for Andy's determination, but she was also a little angry. What happened to her? It's human scum. . .

Andy, who returned to the Four Seasons Hotel safely, went into the bathroom as soon as he entered the door, washing off the sweat on his body, Cheryl's breath and residual odor.

At the dining table, Andy rolled his eyes, looked helplessly at the little assistant opposite who was full of resentment and disappointment in his eyes, and said angrily, "I'm drunk..."

Tory Black bowed his head to eat, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Shall we go to Davos in a while?"

"Well, let's clean up after breakfast..." Andy nodded, didn't say anything, and didn't need to say anything.

When Andy and his party walked out of the gate of the Four Seasons Hotel, they were surrounded by paparazzi and reporters, and the security guards of the hotel rushed over to help the bodyguards isolate the flailing paparazzi.

"Andy, someone saw you and Cheryl..."

"Do you have anything to say about the nightclub tryst?"

"What do you have to say about ruining someone's marriage..."

"I heard that you fought all night..."

. . . . . .

All kinds of messy questions annoyed Andy, and he shouted coldly: "I'll just say it once, if you dare to talk nonsense and make up stories, you will receive a lawyer's letter!"

Andy opened his mouth to respond, making the scene temporarily quiet. Although everyone knew that the young billionaire was not joking, the media paparazzi in London would not take this threat seriously at all. They had plenty of ways to make the lawyer They couldn't catch the loopholes, and what they were afraid of was that Andy wouldn't respond.