The picturesque old port is the last fortress of Cannes' history. Along the Saint-Pierre Pierre, you can see many colorful traditional fishing boats, which still travel around the old port like many years ago. The coast next to it is full of cruise ships, yachts and sailing boats.

It was September, and the annual Royal Sailing Competition set sail here, and most of the berths in the port were covered with various sailboats with high masts.

As it was nearly ten minutes, a streamlined speedboat superyacht with dark blue coating drove away from the berth in the envious eyes of many tourists. Four tall and strong men in black suits stood on the edge of the yacht deck, looking around.

As the yacht slowly drove out of the port, the speed was suddenly lifted, leaving a white water line behind the yacht.

I don’t know how long it took, in the luxurious yacht bedroom, with the heart-shaking whine sounds falling, the crisp and rapid sound suddenly disappeared, leaving only two heavy breathing sounds and the strong smell of white truffle that permeated the whole room.

Andy, who was so refreshed, looked up at the sky, breathing heavily, and the sweat on his forehead and back showed how hard and hard he worked before.

Looking sideways at Monica, who was also wet with sweat and her face turned pink, looked completely lost. She couldn't help but reach out to her neck and hug her into her arms.

Secondly, facing the mature Monica, Andy did not have any tenderness and tenderness, but was full of fire without any pressure or scruples. There was only one word in his heart.

For Monica, who is upside down, the joyful experience that Andy, a young man, brought her was completely like a chewy product, which made her deeply trapped in it and could not help herself. Her long-term separation life allowed her to find the happiness of a woman from Andy again.

The two will definitely meet good talents, and the chemical reactions they have between them are shocking...

In the narrow glass bathroom, water vapor was lingering, and the two figures were pressed together, allowing them to wash away from the shower. From time to time, Andy's smug laughter and Monica's coquettishness came.

After arriving and more than twenty minutes, the two of them put on their bathrobes and walked out of the bedroom and into the dining room.

"Okay, I think there are a few dishes that need to be reheated." Andy curled his lips and lifted up the stainless steel insulation covers. After all, as soon as the two got on the boat, they went straight to the bedroom and rolled together. More than an hour passed, and it took more than 40 minutes to do exercise alone. It would be strange if the lunch was not cold after a long time.

Monica, who was rosy and smiled gracefully and gently, then picked up a few cooked dishes and walked to the kitchen next to her, turned on the microwave, and started to warm up the dishes. Everything was so natural.

Andy still prefers Monica who is usually serious and serious. She is noble and cold, and the melancholy and cold in her eyes, which allows his conquest to be more thoroughly satisfied.

Andy hugged Monica from behind, lowered her head and sniffed her pink neck, muttering: "Many people say that they can be as windy as you, even if they die, it's worth it."

"Haha, do you include you too?" Monica asked back to unbutton her bathrobe belt. The dishonest Andy raised and pulled her hands, a faint smile appeared on her face, and she asked back with a bit of teasing.

"How is it possible! How can ordinary people understand the ideas of geniuses? What I want is to slowly appreciate the most beautiful lips, the most beautiful xong, the most beautiful tun, and the most beautiful leg shape; the world is so beautiful that it is "unsquare" that it even suffocates... Maybe my praise has projected too much, but it is not an exaggeration to praise like this at all!"

"Yeah~"

Monica's cheeks appeared again, her eyes closed slightly, her pretty face raised high, and her breathing was whispering lightly, like a dream...

"bite!"

The microwave sounded, and Andy raised her face buried in Monica's obsessive and proud face, facing Monica, who was also awake, looked at the smirk on the corner of Andy's mouth, Monica couldn't help but shake her head and chuckled, stood up straight, took a step back, tied her bathrobe again, and said in a trembling voice: "Let's have dinner first, I'm a little hungry too."

The clear blue water and the blue sky with white clouds shine together, the warm afternoon sunshine, the super yacht parked on the calm sea, the surrounding islands, the uninhabited bay, and the stern deck on the second floor of the yacht, Andy truly realized the words Monica had said, "The actor's body is a tool." They did what they did, and they didn't care about the other men on the yacht. They just wore sunglasses, lay flat on the blanket on the deck, sunbathing, and let Andy apply sunscreen all over her body. From black hair to toes, every part showed her charm and charm, which made Andy love it. "Oh my God, there was charm everywhere. Before she could come back to her senses, she had a charming figure in her heart. Her imagination of the qing people in her dreams was captured by your plump body and red lips."

Hearing Andy's words of praise, feeling the caress on his body, a smile appeared on his beautiful face with sunglasses, sweeping away the gloom of the past, and indeed having enough and joyful xing~ Love is the criterion for people to enjoy.

The yacht has broken down and is preparing to spend the night at sea. As night falls, the lights on the superyacht are lit up. Both the yacht and the stationed sea water areas are extremely bright. The Mediterranean climate, even at night, the temperature remains around 15 degrees Celsius, but the sea breeze is a little cool.

In the bedroom of the cabin, Monica, who had been farmed hard again, reached out to touch the position beside her while sleeping tiredly. She touched her eyes slowly. In the dim room, there was no Andy's figure. She couldn't help but sit up with the blanket, woke up a little, picked up the nightgown on the side and put it on her body, closed the front collar, put on slippers, pushed the door open and walked out of the bedroom.

In the bright and luxurious European-style decoration living room, Andy, wearing a nightgown, was sitting at her desk, typing on the keyboard quickly on her laptop, and there was a cup of coffee still steaming. Hearing the sound behind her, Andy looked back and smiled gently and said, "Why are you getting up?"

"I just found out that you were not by my side, so I got up. At this time, are you working?" Monica walked to Andy, lowered her head and kissed him, then picked up the coffee cup and took a sip.

"Haha, it's a gift for you."

"Oh? What, I'll take a look...the rebound, is the script?" The curious Monica bent down and looked at the screen, and found that it was a script called "Sister and Brother Lian". Her eyes lit up, she put down her coffee cup, sat in Andy's arms, and started to watch it.

"I just wrote a story outline..." Andy stretched out his hand to wrap her waist and smiled.

In New York, USA, Sandy, who had just divorced, moved out of her ex-husband's residence with a daughter and began a new self-sufficient life. She had no work experience for many years, and with her seriousness and hard work, she finally found a position on the sports TV station that could play to her strengths. The compact work life and the pressure of raising children alone came over and over, which made her breathless.

At this time, an aram who was 15 years younger than her appeared. Although they were not familiar with each other, Sandy hired Aram as her nanny in a hurry. The smart and caring Aram not only got the love of children, but also sparked with Sandy without realizing it. However, due to the constraints of the world, the two slid to their respective tracks after quarreling in the cold winter and snow. Sandy became a female anchor, Aram went to a large company, and then traveled around the world. Five years later, the two met again. Sandy still had charm, and Aram finally grew from a young and handsome man to a half-maturity and handsome man, and the two finally walked together.

This is a good romantic comedy that Andy has watched in his previous life. It is starring Zeta Jones, who is also charming. However, Zeta Jones has rich charm, but you are not enough. Now Andy takes it out and starring Monica is undoubtedly more suitable. After all, he has been a beautiful woman all his life, with infinite charm in every move, and Monica's mature and plump nipples are incomparable to Zeta Jones.

The key is that the story of this script is so in line with the entanglement between Andy and Monica. Creating the so-called exclusive script can undoubtedly touch Monica. After all, it is not easy to touch a woman like Monica who has seen all the Vanity Fair.

After reading the story outline, Monica's black eyes became brighter and brighter. The slight flashing light showed that she was still very moved. It was like writing the matter between the two of them with artistic techniques, and then starring her on the big screen. The exclusive script is undoubtedly something that no actress can calm down.

In her acting career, there is undoubtedly only one "The Beautiful Legend of Sicily" which is an exclusive script and has also made her famous.

Turning around, raising his arms around Andy's neck, stretching out his hand to caress his handsome smiling face, looking at each other with all eyes, Monica tilted her head slightly, and gave her his red hun, a long French wen, allowing Andy to taste Monica's wen skills again. As time goes by, Monica's hand slowly grabbed the hair behind Andy's head...
Chapter completed!