American Fortune Life

A large glass of salt water quickly bottomed out. Andy couldn't help but licked Lima's cherry lips when he took the last sip, smashing his mouth, Lima's instinctive cooperation gave him a lot of advantages , wet kiss is still very good taste.

Well, Andy looked at Lima who was still in a coma, and his old face couldn't help but blush. It's very immoral to take advantage of others' danger. He also understands that this kind of thing is shameful and a bit wretched, but he really can't control it , the idol and goddess of the previous life are close at hand, and my heart is like a cat's paw scratching. Hey, after all, I am still influenced by the thinking of an otaku in my previous life. A long way to go.

However, he comforted himself that this was a rescue, not an advantage. As for sticking his tongue into someone's mouth, he was worried that the salt water would choke Lima. . .

The reason is strong. Reluctantly, Andy straightened up, sat back on the bed, and stretched out his hand to remove the few strands of hair sticking to Lima's pretty face. It seemed that the chapped lips of Lima were alleviated because of the addition of salt water. It is not known whether it is the effect of salt water or the effect of Andy's gnawing.

The assistant Mary returned to the medical room after about 20 minutes. Naturally, she thanked Lima again. She wanted to feed Lima some water with a spoon, but when she saw that the water glass on the table was completely empty, she checked again. There was no overflowing water stain on Ma's pillow, and her pupils shrank involuntarily, as if she had guessed something, but the expression on her face did not change.

After Andy had no reason to stay any longer and left, Mary looked at Adriana Lima who was still in a coma with jealousy, and muttered softly: "Sure enough, she is a woman who can make men lose their minds..."

When Andy left the fitness club, he told Rockridge that he would not come over in the next two or three days, and then returned home by car, but Li Wanqing could still smell the faint scent of perfume on his clothes, and frowned. He couldn't help but frowned slightly, but he didn't ask any more questions, he just gave his son an angry look.

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

At around 6 o'clock in the evening, Lima, who had already finished the infusion, woke up slowly. Her dry mouth and thirst made her ask for water first after waking up.

Mary, who had been sitting by the bed waiting, immediately picked up the salt water she had prepared earlier, gently lifted Lima up, hugged her in her arms, and handed the water glass to her lips.

After drinking a glass of water, Lima felt extremely comfortable in her body, and her drowsy mind was also cleared up a lot. She stretched out her tongue and licked her cherry lips, and asked weakly, "Is this in a hospital?"

"No, it's 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 scared me to death when you fainted..." Mary told Lima Lie down again, and began to narrate with a bit of exaggeration.

Lima was slightly taken aback when she heard Andy's rescue of her, and her impression of him improved a bit, at least he was a nice gentleman.

But listening to Mary's various praises to Andy Smith, Xiumei frowned slightly, and said, "Thank him for his help next time we meet! By the way, isn't there still a filming job tonight? Now a few days Clicked?"

Mary looked at Lima who was about to force herself to sit up with black lines, and hurriedly stopped her helplessly: "I have already contacted the company, and they will reschedule the time with the magazine over there. What else do you think about in your current physical condition?" Work! Dr. Hamilton said that you need to rest now, you need to replenish water and nutrition, and you can't continue dieting and sweating training!"

There was a wry smile on Lima's face, and she sighed softly and said, "We're taking a break, let's go back..."

Seeing Mary nodded and got up to pack Lima's things, Lima closed her eyes slightly, and Andy's tall figure and sunny smile appeared in her mind, but the 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,

It made people feel very comfortable, the sky was clear, and many people started to run in the morning. Although it was a rest day, in this international metropolis, it was still full of people and unusually noisy.

It's just that not many people know that when the "New York Observer" weekly was thrown out again and again by newsboys, on the lawns or in front of some independent houses, and stuffed into the newspaper box of the building by the postman, there was an earthquake in the political circle of the United States. It is brewing, which will completely change the existing parliamentary structure of American imperialism. Washington will attract the attention of the world. attract attention.

At breakfast time, Auston didn't see her son. Li Wanqing pointed to Andy's room and said, "I haven't come out this morning. I knocked on the door to call him, but after I answered, there was no more movement." , it seems that he wrote very late last night, let him sleep."

"..." The veins on Alston's forehead couldn't help but let go of the hatred in his heart. On the dining table was a copy of "The New York Observer". Leaders and money laundering syndicates".

Spread, keep spreading.

Originally, the sales volume of the "Observer" magazine had increased to 70,000 copies. Peter Kaplan had the printing factory print a total of 300,000 copies. A few days ago, he temporarily contacted the newspaper outlet in New York, and it went on sale early this morning.

There was an uproar. . .

The people of New York seem to be holding their throats with one hand, which is a bit unbelievable. After all, the Elephant Party has been involved in successive scandals since January this year, which has caused the people to lose trust in elephants. Now even The leaders of the elephants were revealed to be colluding with money laundering groups. At first, people instinctively responded that the donkeys were framed, but they quickly realized 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 don't even know about such a big news, and we are still writing campaign soft articles for these elephants and donkeys..."

A middle-aged bald man roared loudly in the conference room with his face flushed, and the people sitting in the lower circle were silent.

"Huff...Huff..."

The editor-in-chief panted heavily, pointed to the director of the personnel department and said, "Fire me from the reporter station of the New York News Bureau, who is next to the "Observer", and can't get any news. Why keep them!"

Everyone in the conference room looked at each other, not knowing how to explain this kind of exclusive news. Any newspaper would keep it strictly confidential. Who would leak the news? The editor-in-chief was also confused.

"What are you still doing here? Go out and find news for me, and ask all the editors to find relevant news content for me. Since the "Observer" dares to report this kind of news, it must have evidence in hand. Go, let the reporters interview Oss Don Smith, he should be the only one who can be interviewed now, Andy Smith and Pete Kaplan will definitely not show up, there is no way Auston Smith is unaware, now! Immediately..."

When the "New York Times" reporters rushed to the "Observer" newspaper building and Alston Smith's campaign office, they were stunned by the sight in front of them. There were a large number of reporters, the live broadcast truck of the TV station, the location host, and all kinds of people. The camera equipment with long guns and short guns was set up.

Pete Kaplan squinted his eyes slightly, looking at the scene downstairs through the floor-to-ceiling windows, with a smug smile on his lips, the phone on his desk kept ringing, and there were interview invitations from several TV stations beside him.

"The newspaper office has finally risen in my hands, and the dream of many years has finally come true..."

In order to keep the report confidential and sensational, Pete Kaplan wrote the report himself. He didn't take out the report until his subordinates took the layout sample for him to review. In his eyes, Peter Kaplan personally sat in the printing factory until he watched the weekly magazines being packaged and sent to the delivery truck.