"Cough cough cough cough cough..."

Auston, who was almost choked to death by the beef in his mouth, coughed violently, and rushed to pick up the red wine on the table and drank it. His red face was still shocked, and he looked at Old Smith in disbelief.

And Grandma Andy and Li Wanqing also looked at Andy with wide eyes.

Ivana looked at the reaction of the crowd mischievously and held back a smirk, especially Mr. Auston, who was showing off his achievements in Washington with his son all night. His arrogant look was so interesting.

Now that I was completely shocked by Andy's news, he glared at his son angrily, asked again with a low voice: "You little brat, aren't you kidding?"

Andy raised his chin proudly and said lightly: "The acquisition contract will be signed tomorrow morning, and then a press conference will be held. The news of the $1 acquisition of Newsweek will soon spread throughout the United States and tomorrow it will spread throughout the world!"

"Ah..." Li Wanqing blushed embarrassedly, stretched out her hand to hold the cheek of her son beside her, and squeezed hard into the middle. Andy's face was deformed, "Baby son, you are so awesome!"

"Oh... Mom, you, let go, it's embarrassing to do so!" Andy hurriedly put down the knife and fork, and reached out to stop his mother from continuing to ravage his cheek.

Old Smith took a helpless look at his daughter-in-law, but his grandson's actions were indeed worthy of everyone's joy and excitement.

"News Weekly"! The golden media in the golden age of print media, the in-depth reports that have been published that have changed the direction of American politics, have deeply influenced generations of Americans.

This is a newspaper with great influence in the United States and the world is about to be controlled by the handsome young child in front of him. This child is his grandson of Smith, which really comforts him.

As a university professor and scholar, Andy's grandmother understands the value and significance represented by Newsweek better than others.

For a long time, Newsweek has been the exporter and maker of American values. The more you understand it, the more excited you will naturally be. This makes her happier and more excited than when her grandson acquired "New York Observer" at that time, and it is of great significance.

He stretched out his hand that was trembling due to excitement and grabbed Andy's hand tightly, with an extremely loving smile on his face, patted the back of his hand and said, "Okay, kid, it's done well!"

Andy looked at the excited expression on his grandmother's face and couldn't help but smile happily. He knew that his family would be shocked and happy after learning the news, but he didn't expect that his grandmother would become emotional about it.

The wrinkles on his face stretched out, he picked up the wine glass, drank the red wine in the glass in one sip, grabbed Andy's hand tightly, squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was recalling it.

"It was in 1963. I was 28 years old that year and I just gave birth to your dad. I remember it clearly. It mobilized 40 journalists, interviewed more than 1,200 black people, published the special issue "Black people in the United States", and accused the apartheid system with the mouths of black Americans, triggering a nationwide whirlwind of civil quan and prompting the US Congress to promulgate the Civil quan Act in 1964.

In 1967, it was its report "Dasu's Thanksgiving Day" and the photos of the US military's corpses posted in the article, which made the mainstream American public realize for the first time that the Vietnam War was a heavy defeat..."

The family listened quietly to Grandma Andy's story about the news reports that "News Weekly" had caused a huge response in her memory, as if she had opened a historical scroll, telling the era when the entire value concept collapsed due to war.

Many beliefs collapsed, many fresh values ​​emerged, full of chaos and change.

At that time, Newsweek was an important maker and promoter of American values. The meaning of this magazine was the source of the values ​​of generations.

When Grandma Andy left the restaurant, she was already drunk a little bit drunk, holding Old Smith's arm and smiling happily...

On the luxurious and soft bed, the sheets were rubbed by Ivana's jade hands and torn to pieces, and her perfect and plump body was lying on the bed and gasping violently.

Andy gently pulled the quilt to cover her, reached out to push away the golden hair wet with sweat and stuck to her cheeks, revealing Ivana's flushed face, her infatuated gaze and heavy breathing, let Andy know that she still has not recovered from the previous joy.

"Um"

With a charming moan, Ivana supported her delicate body with her arms, making her blood veins droop, pressing on Andy's body, and her rosy pretty face pressed against his broad and sturdy chest.

Andy reached out and pinched the chin of Ivana, who was charming, and made her look up obediently at her, and asked softly: "Are you happy?"

"Um……"

Smiling, Andy tightened Ivana in her arms, gently soothing, enjoying this state of great relaxation.

Andy, who had slightly closed his eyes, unconsciously remembered the memories his grandmother said in the restaurant tonight. Feelings have nothing to do with national boundaries, skin color and gender. Just like the Spring Festival Gala that year, the gathering of the Little Tigers caused many post-80s to burst into tears. Perhaps because of that moment, I realized that the children of that year now have their own children, and for the first time lamenting the changes of time...

When Andy's thoughts returned, she felt the even breathing of Ivana in her arms, and couldn't help but chuckled gently. She reached out and pressed the switch beside the bed. The light went out, leaving only a dim table lamp on the dressing table. She gently moved her body, reached out and pulled the quilt, wrapped the two of them, and slowly closed her eyes.

As the first traffic jam in the United States, the morning in Washington is very noisy, because P International Hotel is located on the crossroads of the main road. In order to prevent customers from being roared by angry drivers in the morning, each customer service has selected materials with excellent sound insulation.

When Andy woke up, the hot body in her arms was gone. She sat up from the bed and stretched her waist wide. The muscle groups on her body changed with the movements, and the latissimus dorsi formed an inverted triangle. Although it was not perfect, Andy didn't want to have an ugly pimple and tendon flesh.

Pick up the nightgown from the chair next to it and put it on, tie the belt tightly and walked out of the bedroom barefoot.

The scene that caught my eyes made Andy sluggish slightly. Under the bright sunshine, under the long golden hair, it shone brightly under the sun. Ivana was wearing Andy's big shirt covering her butt, and her tall and straight long legs were exposed. She was ironing the creases of her new shirt on the ironing table spread beside the floor-to-ceiling window.

After watching her raise one leg, scratching the calf of the other long-legged with her toes coated with red nails, she continued to iron her shirt carefully.

Andy couldn't help but feel warm, and slowly walked forward, hugged her delicate body from behind, and kissed her on the cheek.

"You wake up, go and wash first, it'll be fine in a while. When I prepare your clothes, I found that the creases of the new shirt are a little obvious, which will affect the style of the clothes. I..."

Andy looked back at her pretty face, smiling sweetly, and her chin was pressing on her shoulders. She felt Ivana's tenderness and couldn't help but put her face on her pink neck.

"Hell... Stop making trouble, go and wash up, breakfast will be delivered later. Today's matter is very important!" Ivana was teased by Andy and struggled constantly, and the jet iron in her hand was squeaking with water vapor.

Andy was worried that the iron in Ivana's hand would not dare to make too much noise, so she had to remove her mouth from her slender pink neck. Ivana gave him a charming look and continued to iron his clothes.

Seeing that she ignored her, Andy had to walk into the bathroom and start taking a shower. After all, she fell asleep after having sex last night. Although she cleaned up with a wet tissue, she was sure of her discomfort.

After breakfast, Andy looked down helplessly at Ivana who was helplessly choosing a tie while nagging her, and she had been struggling with her for ten minutes about a tie.

"It's still red, which will make you feel more credible to the reporters present. The blue represents authority, which will make you look a little young and energetic, which is not good..."

As he said that, he threw the blue striped tie in his hand aside, and put it around his neck with a red dark-spotted tie, and he lowered his head helplessly.

"By the way, there are also shirt cufflinks..." Ivana, who tied her tie, picked up an open jewelry box from the table next to her. Inside was a pair of square platinum-shaped sapphire cufflinks in the shape of chocolate boards.

"Release your hand!"

Andy raised her hand, watched Ivana help him get it done, turned her back and stretched out her arms and put on a slim high-order suit with her help.

Looking at Andy, who was tall and handsome in the mirror, Ivana slapped his butt with a few naughty slaps.

"Perfect!"

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