With a glass of red wine in her hand, Monica paced through the porch of the dining room, stepped out of the living room, and walked towards two floor-to-ceiling doors, where the two floor-to-ceiling glass doors parted in the middle. The breeze brushed through the tips of her meticulous hair, and the corners of her mouth hung with relaxed and languid curves.

Andy's fiery eyes from the beginning to the end did not take away from her back, holding the wine glass, reaching out to pick up the third bottle of red wine on the table that had not been drunk, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and walked over.

Maybe it's his delusion, he feels that he doesn't need to take out those photos, as long as he can impress this Italian goddess, he may kiss Fang Ze tonight, he really can't tell if it's an illusion or not, but he is willing to try, take advantage of the danger of others and attract each other, the level of devotion and experience of honestly meeting each other is worlds apart.

She stood there quietly, holding a red wine glass in her right hand, her left hand hanging low, and at some point there was an unlit slender white cigarette on her fingers, and a strong smell of xing made Andy think of Cissy's Marlena.

Passing by the coffee table in the living room, where the wine bottle was replaced by a Dupont lighter, Andy came to Monica's side and watched her enjoy the sea breeze with her eyes slightly closed.

"Ding!"

Monica slowly opened her eyes, saw the blue flame in front of her, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, turned her head to look at Andy who did not hide the heat in her eyes with a playful and somewhat drunk look, raised her left hand elegantly, and put the lady's cigarette on the red chun.

"Smack!"

The lighter was turned off, and Monica exhaled a puff of smoke and said with a smile, "I'm not the Marlena in the movie... ”

"But I want to replace you Reinado. Andy smiled disapprovingly, raised the red wine and took a sip, looking at the sea water in the dark night not far away, as if he was muttering to himself, as if answering the deep meaning of Monica's words.

“。。。 Perhaps you should keep your memories of adolescence, there is a huge gap between fantasy and reality, and when you achieve it, you may find yourself making the wrong choice. Monica looked at the sea in the dark with deep eyes, and said in a slightly sad voice.

Andy turned his head to look at her perfect face beside her, well-proportioned and three-dimensional facial features, slender neck, proud figure, and the masterpiece of the natural creator, in Andy's opinion, Monica is best to wear nothing, or to wear a sheet or an extremely slim dress.

"The newspaper said that the figure is not as good as before, and it looks a little out of shape? Hehe, in my eyes, even if the peak of my appearance has passed, I am still willing to sink. Even the English pronunciation with an Italian accent spits out a vague sense of xing. Andy squinted and smiled.

Monica turned her head and looked up at Andy's young and handsome side face, and couldn't help but shake her head and smile, smiling freely.

"Want to listen to music?" Andy asked with a smile as he looked at Monica.

The corners of Monica's mouth curled slightly, turned her head to follow Andy, came to the corner of the living room, watched Andy smile at her, put the wine glass on the top of the piano, opened the piano lid, sat down, closed her eyes slightly, and put her fingers on the black and white keys.

Soon the beautiful music sounded, Monica reached out to hold the piano, shook the red wine glass in her hand, and quietly listened to the beautiful piano prelude.

"When you're old, your hair is gray, you're sleepy, when you're old, you can't walk, you nap by the fire, you reminisce about your youth... ”

Monica, who was still gently shaking her body and intoxicated with the prelude, heard the singing, her body froze, her slightly closed eyes opened suddenly, her surprised gaze, her slender eyelashes trembling slightly, her lips involuntarily chanted, and she looked at her slightly closed eyes, like a soft singing whisper, which deeply touched Monica's heart.

“。。。 When I'm old, I wish this song was sung to you... “

After singing a song "When You're Old", which was adapted by Andy's English literal translation of Li Jian, the last note of the piano dissipated, Andy looked up at Monica, who was slightly upturned and slightly closed, with tears slipping down from the corners of her eyes.

Andy stood up and walked in front of her, without hesitation, he stretched out his fingers to gently wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, the touch of her fingertips made Monica open her eyes, the two looked at each other, close at hand, breathing each other's exhaled breath, the faces of the two people slowly approached, until each other's mouths touched.

"Is your affection true or false?"

Andy breathed in her breath, stared into her misty eyes, and replied softly, "Your figure in my mind can build an enduring charm, like the silent fragrance of perfume." “

There were still some red wine glasses on the ground, and they fell to the carpet, and Andy wrapped his hands tightly around Monica's waist, and the two hugged fiercely.

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

For a whole night, Monica showed Andy that there was so much more she could tell him than Xiong!

If there is no moral constraint, then the individual's freedom can be maximized, and the choice will become only personal happiness.

Andy is so addicted to Monica's voluptuous gesture and groan's expression that he thinks he will never forget.

Very tired, Andy felt tired for the first time, and when he opened his sleepy eyes, it was already 10 o'clock in the morning, and he looked at Monica who was still sleeping in his arms, like in a dream, forty like a tiger...

Maybe Monica released all the inhibitions last night, and Andy, who was extremely excited and excited, was also happy to do it. In the mutual injury between the two of you, you and me, in the end, they also lost both.

Andy looked sideways at that beautiful face, as if her wide clothes were always open, without shyness or resistance to YOUHUO's pretense of greeting, she came to the world to enjoy the pleasure of routing, YU!~ANG calmly. Andy didn't know how long she had been suppressed, but she knew clearly that it would be difficult for the two of them to treat last night as a one-night affair.

After a night of exploration, Andy has deeply realized that Monica's current beauty is no longer about youth, but more about the ultimate mature charm that extends behind the brilliance.

The eyelashes trembled, the black eyes opened, and they were still a little apprehensive at first, but when they saw the young and handsome face close at hand, a pair of bright eyes were looking at her, thinking of the pleasure and satisfaction of last night, the beautiful eyes burned with enough heat to melt, Monica stretched out her hand and gently stroked Andy's cheeks, and said with blurred eyes: "You made me regain the happiness of being a woman." ”

Andy raised his eyebrows and said with some smugness: "It's an honor, I'm happy to serve you!"

"Huh. Monica smiled sweetly, propped up her somewhat lazy delicate body, leaned on the pillow at the head of the bed, didn't care about the blanket slipping off her body, looked at the clock on the wall, looked sideways at Andy, who was being dishonest and said, "I'm a little hungry." ”

Andy chuckled, turned around and stretched out his hand to pick up the phone from the bedside table, pressed a phone button, and hung up after a few commands, looking back at Monica, who was already standing on the carpet, raising her arms high and tying her long black hair together into a ponytail, not caring at all about showing every inch of her curvy figure in front of Andy.

"Haven't you seen enough?Giggles, I'm going to take a shower, are you coming... Monica Umei said to Andy a little lazily, and then walked directly around and walked to the bathroom, Andy's eyes flashed with a touch of green light, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and without saying a word, he lifted the blanket and followed him into the bathroom without hesitation.

After more than an hour, Andy and Monica, who had packed up and were wearing only a purple lace slip dress, sat down at the table and began to eat their lunch.

"Why, do you think I'm eating a little too much? Don't you control it?" asked Monica, picking up the pasta with a fork and putting it in her mouth, as she looked at Andy and raised an eyebrow in her right eye.

Andy shrugged his shoulders and said, "Just wanted to tell you that the calories of pasta with Parmesan NAI cheese are very high. ”

Monica didn't care at all, chewing on me, holding a fork in her right hand and hanging down indifferently, "I don't want to be mean to myself for the sake of beauty." “