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Chapter 171 Friends also go to bed

Andy reached out to grab the paper beside the bed, quickly pulled out five or six pieces and handed them to Charlize, then supported his head with one arm and smiled sideways, as he glanced at his beautiful queen with his eyesight.

"Aren't you afraid that I will get pregnant?" The blush on Charlize's pretty face still did not dissipate. He frowned slightly and asked while cleaning.

Andy grinned and said relaxedly: "Not afraid! I am really not afraid! I support me and take responsibility!"

Charlize's movements stopped and slowly turned his head to look at Andy who had been laughing. His eyebrows were still not fully devoid of his childishness, but the smile at the corner of his mouth was so confident. She continued silently and said, "I'm sleepy, go to bed!"

After saying that, he threw the tissue onto the carpet, turned his back to Andy, and pulled the silk quilt over his body.

Andy's face became a little unnatural. He was not very estimated by Charlize Theron. It seemed that just a sleep did not make the relationship between the two more close. It seemed more like a temporary relationship between good friends - a couple on weekends!

Andy lay down on the bed, reached out to turn off the switch, and the bedroom was quiet. In the darkness, his brain began to quickly search for information about Charlize. Damn, it was true. Charlize Theron's several relationships in his previous life basically developed from friends to love. After two engagements, he chose to break up strangely.

Charlize definitely has serious psychological problems, otherwise he would not have been able to torment herself like this.

When Andy was just now, she looked cute when she was just now and turned into a strange temper, she was really amused and laughed a little. She put it on from behind and hugged her in her arms. Charlize did not react at all, and the two fell asleep calmly.

The two sleeping men were awakened by the constant ringtone of their cell phones. Andy rubbed his sleepy eyes. Seeing Charlize in his arms, he looked sleepy and looked around to see where the phone was.

"It's mine..." Charlize lifted the quilt, got out of bed without wearing anything, walked out of the bedroom, and soon she yawned and said to her phone: "Okay, I know, Jiji, I'm fine, you don't have to look for me anymore, I'm fine... OK, OK, I know, that's it, I'm hung up!"

Andy leaned against the head of the bed, wrapped her arms around her chest, and admired Charlize's mature style QING. Charlize threw his phone on the bed and gave Andy a blank look, "My agent's phone call, go take a shower first, I feel so uncomfortable..."

Andy curled his lips, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, followed Charlize with a wicked smile, and Charlize said angrily: "I'm almost broken up, don't do anything... Woo... Damn!"

Andy picked her up with a princess hug, and the two ran into the heated swimming pool again...

Well, the two of them were really just taking a shower. Although Andy took some advantage, it was not too much. After all, Charlize was indeed full of fatigue. Andy was not an idiot, and she didn't know how to pity a woman. After taking a shower, she wiped the water stains for her. Then she hugged her again and returned to the bedroom. The two hugged each other and continued to sleep.

Andy didn't fall asleep. Looking at Charlize, who was huddled in her arms, although she was a queen-like figure, the queen-like expression in her sleep was not very relaxed. Andy was just a fool and could see her curled up posture while sleeping, indicating that she was very insecure.

It seems that the cruel thing that her closest mother beat her father to death with her hands will torture her life like a nightmare. Even if her mother was to protect her and herself, she was considered self-defense by the court. But if it was just that, it would be simple. No one could ignore this family tragedy, which could also explain how yearning and fearing Charlize Theron had for marriage and family.

At about one o'clock in the afternoon, Charlize was woken up by Andy. She saw Andy pushing the food truck full of food to the small table on the side, pulling the quilt to cover the chun light, leaning against the head of the bed, and being slightly stunned for a while, then lifting the quilt, taking out a silk nightgown from the closet and putting it on, walking into the bathroom barefoot, and starting to wash. After two minutes, she stuck her head out, a mouthful of toothpaste foam, and gritting her toothbrush, holding her long blonde hair with her arms high, and moving very quickly. After the tray, she took out the toothbrush and said to Andy: "I want a glass of orange juice, freshly squeezed!"

Andy turned around and saw that she had retracted back to the bathroom, and smiled helplessly. Seeing that there was no orange juice she wanted in the dining car, she had to walk back to the living room, pick up the phone and call the hotel service desk.

In less than five minutes, the doorbell rang. Andy opened the door and smiled and took a large glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, and gave the waiter a tip of $20.

After closing the door and returning to the bedroom with the orange juice, she looked at Charlize, who had already started to feast on a bitter smile. She sat on another chair, picked up a delicate glass, poured her orange juice. When she was halfway through, she picked her up, and then she saw her drinking in two or three sips.

Andy smiled, picked up a stack of newspapers beside him and said, "It works well. Today, almost all newspapers are reporting on your auction of yourself and dates with me. The most important thing is that they all introduce the situation of famine in Africa."

Charlize put down the glass, picked up a piece of whole wheat bread, tore off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it a few times before swallowing it, and asked in a plain tone: "Did anyone scold me?"

Andy shrugged and threw the newspaper aside and said, "I just browsed it all over the place, and didn't pay attention..."

Charlize glanced at Andy, and saw him picking up the knife and fork and preparing to eat, and said, "That veal is good, I can only eat a small piece of it. You can eat these."

Andy took the beef she had forked over, pressed the veal with a silver fork, and slowly cut it with a knife, and asked, "Do you have anything to do today?"

"No, I came to New York to attend the charity dinner the night before. I had booked a plane back to Los Angeles tonight..." Charlize said while chewing the only beef left in the dish.

"Let's go tonight? Are you busy with something in Los Angeles?" Andy asked with concern with the movements in his hand.

Charlize Theron narrowed his eyes slightly, swallowed the beef in his mouth, put down the knife and fork, wiped his mouth with a napkin, blinked his beautiful eyes a few times, and said seriously: "We should talk."

Andy also narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a smile on his face, "What do you want to talk about?"

"..." Charlize Theron looked at Andy's teasing smile, without any shyness on his pretty face, and said seriously: "We are friends, right?"

"Haha, of course, friends who can get out of the sheets together!" Andy had guessed Charlize's thoughts almost before, and said with a chuckling, but his eyes were staring at Charlize.

"..." Charlize Theron looked at Andy's bright eyes with a hint of indefensible persistence, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "Okay, I've broken up anyway. Although this is not very moral, who has already made her sleep with Andy and has experienced the joy that she has never had before. She is really a little confused. Let's just do it for the time being."

After seeing Charlize lowered his head and thought for a few minutes, Andy didn't give him a reply, but his expression became natural. He picked up the newspaper beside him, stretched out his slender legs and leaned against the chair to read.

Andy narrowed his eyes into a line and continued to eat his lunch. Charlize chose to default. This is enough. No matter how unreliable and weird the relationship between the two is, this kind of couple is really common in the United States on weekends. Aren’t Mirakunis and Ashton Kuchet in their previous lives a good role model? There is usually only one result, that is, love over time!
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