Chapter 950 (1/2)

Sheraton Hotel, 23rd floor.

”Drop!”

Andy, with his Hoodie in his pocket, swipes the card directly, pushes the door in, and conveniently hangs the sign ”do not disturb” on the door handle and locks the door.

Put down his hat, Andy walked into the living room and saw a bottle of whisky and a crystal square cup with a little bottom on the table. There were seven or eight cigarette butts in the ashtray.

Andy goes to the table, laughs, picks up the whiskey bottle, shakes it for a few times, squints his mouth, and there's a third left.

It's less than two hours since we separated. Avril has drunk so much wine. She wants to drink herself!

Andy went to the bedroom door and listened carefully. There was no noise. He pushed open the bedroom door directly. What he saw was some messy white wounds. A large black-and-white striped vest was thrown on it. A pair of canvas shoes on the carpet were buckled at a distance, like being thrown out.

The black Harlem pants fell in front of a closed room door. Andy walked over, picked up the pants on the ground, and saw that there was a small neinei with black lace inside. He couldn't help smashing his mouth.

Walking back to chuangbian, Andy saw an open notebook and a pencil on the chuangbian cabinet. Andy picked it up and looked through some lyric and music passages. After looking at them, they were pretty good. They were really talented.

Andy closes the notebook, takes out his mobile phone from his pocket, tunes it into a silent one, then stands up and takes off his clothes. He only wears one. It seems that because he is looking forward to the next program, the visual impact is a little big...

Looking at the time, it's almost ten minutes past. Avril still doesn't come out of the bathroom. Andy lifts the quilt, goes down the floor, goes out of the bedroom, picks up the whiskey and glass in the living room, pours one and drinks it on his head.

”Er --”

Andy's expression on his face slightly changed. He went back to his bedroom and lay on the wound waiting for him.

”Click -”

the door of the bathroom was opened, and Avril, who was not inch LV, came out with her hair on the end of golden red hair, and looked around with some twinkling eyes.

There was a slight lag in the action of wiping hair. Avril's eyes flashed over a bit of shyness. She was looking at the beautiful scenery. Andy with a hateful smile was lying on the wound. She didn't panic to cover it. She just glanced at Andy lightly. She walked right in front of Andy's eyes, sat at the dresser and began to apply some skin care products.

raised his arm in turn, rolled a few times under the armpit with a ball of perfume, stood up, went to the edge, lifted the quilt, and lay down.

Andy looks at Avril, who is looking at him with four eyes, and smiles: ”last time, I was a little rushed. Don't you say hello to him first?”

Avril put on a white eye, and said with a sneer, ”I haven't met anyone who is worse than you!”

”No, no, of course. Like that webby Andy sprinkles salt on Avril's wound, looks at her face becoming ugly, laughs and lifts the quilt, like a huge figure like a bear covering Avril's petite figure...

New Orleans, a city full of exciting, colorful buildings, a jazz paradise with a long history, and endless carnivals...

A city of colors...

“FXXK you!fxxk。。。”

In the Sheraton luxury suite around 3 a.m., there is no harmony and sweetness of embracing and sleeping, and there are curses with tears. Well, the curses are a little pale and powerless.

It's the messy big wound and the thick smell diffused in the air that can make people think that the previous war must have been extremely tragic.

Andy stands in front of the mirror, looking at the scratches on his back and the blood marks on his arms. Then he presses his shoulders down and looks at the clear teeth marks on his back. He looks back at his face with Joyu's sequelae. He lies on the wound and glares at Avril with tears on his face.

”Are you a cat!”

”Asshole, Andy Smith, you scum...”

”Keep your voice down. It's noisy when you're heard next door!” Andy blustered that he didn't want the crazy kitten to mess around.

”Well, my fault!”

Avril's eyes flash with tears. She looks at the son of a bitch who owes a sincere apology. She wants to jump up and kill him, but she dare not move at all.