After Monica shakes a glass of red wine in her hand, she paces across the porch of the restaurant, walks out of the living room, and walks towards the two floor-to-ceiling doors, with a click, the two floor-to-ceiling glass doors are separated from the middle. The tangential wind brushed her meticulous hair ends, and the corners of her mouth hung a relaxed and lazy arc.

From the beginning to the end, Andy's fiery eyes did not move away from her back, holding the wine glass, reaching for the third bottle of red wine that had not been drunk on the table, and walking with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth.

Maybe it was his illusion. He felt that he didn't need to take out those photos. As long as he could move the Italian goddess, he might have a kiss with Fangze tonight. He really couldn't tell if this was an illusion, but he was willing to try it. While people are in danger and they are attracted to each other, the level of investment and experience of frank meeting is very different.

She was standing there quietly, holding a wine glass in her right hand, her left hand hanging down, and she did n’t know when she had an unlit slender white cigarette on her finger, and a strong sense of xing reminded Andy of Sisi ’s horse. Lena.

Passing by the coffee table in the living room, the red wine bottle was replaced with a Dupont lighter. Andy came to Monica and watched her with her eyes closed and enjoying the sea breeze.

"Ding!"

Monica slowly opened her eyes and saw a lighter with blue flames in front of her. A slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she turned her head to tease. Some drunk eyes looked at Andy who did not hide her hot eyes. Gracefully raised her left hand and put the lady's cigarette on the red hun.

"Snapped!"

The lighter was shut down, Monica exhaled a smoke, and said with a smile, "I'm not Malina in the movie ..."

"But I want to replace your Renado." Andy smiled indifferently, took a sip of red wine, and looked at the seawater in the night not far away, as if whispering, also like The meaning in answering Monica's words.

"... Maybe you should keep your adolescent memories. There is a huge gap between fantasy and reality. When you realize it, you may find that you have made the wrong choice." Monica looked at it with deep eyes. The sound of the sea in the night was a little sad.

Andy turned to look at her perfect face, shapely three-dimensional features, a slender neck, a proud body, and a masterpiece of a natural creator. From the point of view of Andy, Monica wears nothing but also pulls a sheet. Or an extremely slim dress.

"The body in the newspaper is not as good as before, and looks a bit out of shape? Hehe, in my eyes, even if the real peak of the value is gone, I am still willing to sink. Even the English pronunciation with Italian accent, spit out It's all the charm that blurs the sense of Xing. "Andy smiled happily.

Monica turned her head and looked up at Andy's handsome young face. She shook her head and smiled.

"Want to listen to music?" Andy asked Monica with a smile.

The corner of Monica's mouth slightly tilted, turned and followed Andy, came to the corner of the living room, watched Andy smiled at her slightly, put the wine glass on the top of the piano, opened the piano lid, sat down, and closed slightly. Eyes, fingers on black and white keys.

Soon the beautiful music rang, Monica reached out and held the piano, shaking the wine glass in her hand, and quietly listening to the beautiful piano intro.

"When you are old, your hair is gray, and you are drowsy, when you are old, you can't move, snoring by the fire, remembering youth ..."

Originally still shaking her body intoxicated by the prelude, Monica heard the song, her body was stagnant, her slightly closed eyes opened sharply, her eyes were stunned, her eyelashes were slightly trembling, her lips moved involuntarily, Looking at Wei slightly with her eyes closed, she sang tenderly and sang gently, deeply touching Monica's heart lake.

"... When I am old, I really hope that this song is for you ..."

When Li Jian, an English version of Andy's English translation, finished singing, the last note of the piano dissipated. Andy looked up at Monica, who slightly raised her face, closed her eyes slightly, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

Andy stood up and walked in front of her, without hesitation, stretched out her fingers and gently wiped the tears from her eyes. The touch of her fingertips made Monica open her eyes. The two eyes were close to each other, Breathing each other's breath, the two faces slowly approached each other until they touched each other's mouths. "Is your love true or false?"

Andy breathed her breath, stared at her blurred eyes, and said softly: "Your figure in my mind can build a lasting charm, such as the fragrance of a perfume that is silent and silent."

Some wine glasses of red wine fell on the carpet, and Andy clasped Monica's waist tightly with both hands, and the two embraced him fiercely.

I don't know how long, Andy leaned over a princess hug, looked down and looked at Monica in her arms and his eyes turned into the bedroom ...

All night, Monica made Andy understand that she could tell him a lot more than x!

If there is no moral constraint, then the personal freedom of freedom can be brought into full play, and the choice will become only for personal pleasure.

Andy is addicted to Monica's stretched voluptuous gesture and groan's expression when he can't help himself, even making him think that he will never forget.

Very tired. Andy felt tired for the first time. When she opened her eyes, it was already 10 am. She looked at Monica who was still asleep in her arms. She was like a dream, forty like a tiger ...

Perhaps Monica released all the depressions last night, and Andy, who was extremely excited, was happy. In the mutual injury between the two of you, we ended up losing both.

Andy looked sideways at the beautiful face. It seemed that her **** was always frank, without shyness or resistance to the pretending of youhuo. She came to the world to enjoy the joy of rou, yu! ~ Wang calmly. Andy doesn't know how long she has been suppressed, but just knows that it is very difficult for the two to treat last night as a night of love.

After a night of exploration, Andy has deeply realized that Monica's beauty now has nothing to do with youth, and more is the ultimate maturity that extends behind the splendor.

Eyelashes trembled, black eyes opened, and a little bit embarrassed at first, but when I saw the young and handsome face close at hand, a pair of bright eyes were looking at her, thinking of the lightness and satisfaction of last night, the beautiful eyes were burning enough to make The melting heat of people, Monica reached out and gently fumbling Andy's cheek, her eyes blurry and said, "You let me regain the joy of being a woman."

Andy raised an eyebrow and said with some contentment: "It's a great honor to be of service to you!"

"Hehe." Monica smiled sweetly, supporting a somewhat lazy body, leaning against the pillow on the bedside, not minding the blanket slipping off her body, looking at the clock on the wall, looking sideways at Zhengda The dishonest Andy said: "A bit hungry."

Andy chuckled, turned around, stretched out his hand, picked up the phone from the bedside table, pressed a phone key, hung up after a few orders, looked back at Monica, and she was already standing on the carpet between Raising her arms to tie her long black hair together into a ponytail, she didn't care to show every inch of her curvy figure in front of Andy.

"Haven't you seen enough? Giggle, I'm going to take a shower, are you here ..." Monica said to Andy lazily, and then went straight around and walked to the bathroom. Andy's eyes flashed a touch of green The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the blanket was lifted without a word, and he entered the bathroom immediately without hesitation.

More than an hour later, Andy and Monica were properly packed, wearing only a purple lace suspender skirt, sitting at the dining table, and started eating lunch for both of them.

"Why, feel like I eat a bit too much? Intemperance?" Monica raised her pasta into her mouth, looked into Andy, and asked her eyebrows with her right eyebrows.

Andy shrugged and said, "I just want to tell you that the calories of pasta and parma nai butter are very high."

Monica didn't care. She chewed on me, holding her fork in her right hand, and said indifferently, "I won't" treat myself "for beauty."

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