"Are you sure you won't go to London with me?" Andy smiled and looked at the little Deva who was holding a spoon next to her and was making a mess. She glanced at Monica opposite her and asked.

"No, I've been shopping with you for two days. If you go to London with you, even a fool can guess our relationship. I'm so annoyed enough to be chased by paparazzi during this period. I'll help you shoot the advertisement for a champagne in Spades and go to Los Angeles..."

While chewing food, Monica tickled her long black hair and rolled her eyes at the little man. Although she was very satisfied during this period, this little man had too many tricks, and almost all of them were visited again and again, and they were never finished.

"Hey~ I want to take you to watch my team game with you." Andy said with a pity, shrugging his shoulders.

"I am a Perugia fan..." Monica said lightly.

"I am your fan!" Andy said seriously at Monica.

A calm smile appeared on the increasingly beautiful and rosy face. He didn't care about the little man's teasing at all. It seemed that everything should be like this. He held up a slender goblet on his side, pursed his bright red lips, raised his arms slightly, and entered the champagne.

"You did a good deal, and this champagne tastes really great."

"Haha, of course, my investment has never failed, and this time it won't be. Look, since I told the media on the day of the acquisition that you would be the spokesperson for A-Spad Champagne, hasn't the brand's popularity opened up in Europe?" Andy smiled proudly.

That's right, Andy bought the Champagne of Spades for 9.5 million euros and secret recipes all day long, and the Cartier and his son were naturally kept. After all, they were winemakers. According to the agreement, once they left the Spades, they would not enter the brewing industry within five years, and there were some other restrictions.

Andy gave them very good treatment. After all, it was a place where they worked all their lives. I really couldn't bear to leave, so I chose to stay very happily.

After the acquisition was completed, Andy began his prepared marketing plan. His public "trick" with Monica was to appear with a bottle of golden spades A champagne. As various gossip reports spread to the world, they came out to refute the rumors, and the Italian national treasure goddess would endorse the Spears A champagne.

Of course, this kind of thing that can be cheaper for one's own people cannot be left to others. For a mature woman like Monica, Andy never thought of giving her a bank card, because that would probably mess up the matter, so Andy could not treat this woman badly and could only find another way.

"You are the spokesperson. Didn't you send you 30 bottles? You'll drink them and then send them to you." Andy said indifferently.

"Well, I'll make an appointment with Sophie and give her a few bottles at that time. I like pink bottles with mixed flavors, and I think Sophie will like them too."

Hearing Monica's words, Andy couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and asked, "Sophie Marceau?"

"Hmm?" Monica said softly, looked at Andy's expression, and couldn't help but look at the little man with a smile and said lightly: "Why, is she your goddess too?"

"Ahem..." Andy felt a little guilty when Monica looked at her weird look, pretending to be like how it is possible and she said: "I haven't watched her movies much, and the goddess is even more unworthy."

"Ha~ So, it's a pleasure to meet a movie fan like you who specializes in thinking about your idol?" Monica blew up, with a sarcastic smile on her lips. She didn't believe the words of this little bastard. The longer she spent with Andy, the more she found that this guy had a very pathological conquest, otherwise she wouldn't have made some humiliating zishi.

It is because of this that age and other things have become nothing important to him. He is very appropriate to describe it as a very dangerous little bastard. However, it is precisely because of his unruly and unrestrainedness that he has a very fascinating temperament. Of course, that kind of self-confidence, mature and calm that does not match his age, and genius are irresistible traits that women cannot resist.

"no, no, you are the only one here with me! It's all the dreams I had in my youth. You are a flame to me. I need to suppress my inner yw at all times, because I think about it when I see you..." Andy's expression became very serious. As he spoke, Monica saw the familiar hotness in his eyes.

With a brilliant smile, Monica took a napkin to wipe her daughter Deva's mouth, picked up the wine glass and touched Andy, and said with a smile: "Cheers to the little boy to realize his dream!"

The black thread on Andy's forehead emerged, and the corners of his mouth were pulled unnaturally, and he drank the champagne in his glass in one sip.

"Sophie is a very self-centered person. Her past hurt makes her live free and easy now, and she doesn't want to miss too much fun in life and can make her feel a little good. She doesn't mind what happens..." Monica raised her eyebrows and said lightly, her eyes staring at Andy's expression changing.

Andy shrugged indifferently. He was not very interested in the woman Sophie Marceau, especially when he saw her choosing to deliberately expose her on the red carpet for two consecutive years in his previous life, the goddess style was greatly reduced. He didn't care about Monica's temptation.

"Let's be serious." Andy directly interrupted Monica's topic and whispered: "I'll leave Paris tomorrow. Will we celebrate tonight?"

Monica thought he was really going to say something serious, but when she heard the latter sentence, she was angry and laughed, "Get out~"

"Ahem..."

After dinner, Andy sent Monica and his daughter home. After waving goodbye, she drove back to the Four Seasons Hotel. There was no way. There were too many tails behind her. They all wanted to take some intimate photos of Andy and Monica to hype the scandals to increase sales. So in the past two days, they would bring their own paparazzi skills wherever they went.

At four o'clock in the morning, Andy opened her sleepy eyes, reached out to rub, yawned, looked down at Monica lying in her arms, kissed the hair on the top of her head, carefully took out her arm, lifted the blanket, and started wearing clothes with the help of the dim light.

"What time is it now?" Monica's hoarse voice suddenly sounded, causing Andy's movement to stumble. She looked back apologetically and looked at the lazy beauty who supported her body and the blanket slipped down, showing the perfect scenery.

"Sorry, I woke you up, you can go to bed." As he spoke, Andy had already put on his clothes, then walked to the side of the Chuang, leaned down and kissed Monica, "I'll call you, see you in Los Angeles."

"Well, then be careful." Although Monica was a little reluctant and wanted to send the little man away, her whole body was sore and her sleepiness and tiredness made her unable to do so. The two of them had to go too far last night, and she couldn't stand it anymore.

Andy nodded, kissed her again with a little reluctant reluctance, then straightened her body, put on her hood and walked out of the room. The bodyguards had been waiting for a long time, and took the elevator all the way to the underground parking lot, quietly leaving a hotel near Monica's house.

"yawn"

The little assistant Tory Black looked at the yawning demon king speechlessly, and was really unable to complain. Could it be that the flowers in the house do not have the fragrance of wild flowers? Women of such an old age can eat delicious food, which really makes people wonder what to say.

She is not a fool. When Monica appeared, she guessed the truth of the matter. After all, according to the great devil's urination, she would never let such a woman go. Look at the Italian goddess's complexion. She doesn't look like a woman who has been divorced for more than a month. She seems to be too full and being overgrown, and she is full of energy in every move.

I slept soundly on the plane from Paris to London. If it weren't for the meeting, the Great Devil would have run into the bedroom to sleep now.

"Coffee, boss." Tori brought the second cup of coffee over and placed it at Andy who was looking through the financial statements. Then he stood behind him very consciously and began to massage the Great Devil.

"Yeah~" Andy leaned comfortably on the back of the chair, picked up the coffee and blew it, took a sip, and smashed it down, "It's a bit bitter."

"Can refresh your mind. You will have a meeting later..."

Hearing the little assistant's words, Andy nodded and drank the coffee in a few seconds, "Take you to White Hart Lane to watch the game against Villa in the afternoon."

The little assistant who was a little depressed left her smile and became more hardworking in the massage. You know, in order to better serve the devil, she studied it specially after enrolling in a massage study class, and her techniques are still very good.
Chapter completed!