American Legendary Life

"Berman, open the door..."

"No, I don't know you, go away."

The two bodyguards turned their backs on the house and heard the boss's helpless smile asking for forgiveness.

It is said that as the age grows, the momentum of the big boss becomes more and more terrible.

Sometimes a frowning movement can make these special guards who are used to life and death feel trembling.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would have thought that he had such a side.

A series of good words were spoken outside the door, for about five or six minutes, and the door in front was finally opened.

"What are you doing here?" The tearful Bergman stood in the house, looking at him bitterly and bitterly.

Stepped forward to hug her, Li Zitao did not speak, but the two hearts were silently communicating.

Man is an extremely sensitive animal, especially in terms of feelings.

In terms of feelings, women's natural inspiration is stronger than any radar.

Li Zitao's ardent love and inner deficiencies seemed to be conveyed to the depths of her heart through the two people's close body.

He raised his head and looked at him dimly with tears, and opened his dry lips in a stern manner, biting violently on his shoulder.

boom.

With the door closed tightly, the 5000 words without shame and shame disappeared.

Six hours of high-intensity exercise made Bergman feel that he had completed half a month of training in one go.

The thighs were trembling, the chest was undulating, and the whole body exuded lovely pink.

It is too tired.

Sleeping in a trance, when he woke up, Baoman straightened his upper body and sat up straight.

"He's gone again?" Stretching his hands and touching the cold mattress next to him, Bergman's heart was about to fall to the bottom of the sea, and the sound of "ding ding" from the kitchen made her smile.

Bending over to pick up the white shirt on the ground, Bergman frowned frowningly, put it on his body and walked out.

"Are you sleeping well?" Putting French foie gras on the plate, Li Zitao licked his fingers and prepared to put them on the table.

But when he turned around and looked up, he suddenly felt that today's meal might not be possible.

Bergman was wearing a clean white shirt, and the sunlight spilled over her from the window, making the shirt look like it was glowing.

The crystal toes are lighter, the body leans forward slightly, and slender hands are carried behind his back.

Such scenes have appeared in Li Zitao's dreams countless times.

Not now, but in his previous life when he was a cock.

Snapped.

The plate was still on the table, and the delicious foie gras slipped out on the table, but Li Zitao didn't seem to see it.

"You, what are you doing?" Seeing his endless love, the longing and longing made Baoman secretly rejoiced and a little scared at the same time.

If you meet a farm animal, it will take five or six hours to start.

She has to be afraid of who she is!

"I think these are superfluous, the most delicious food is in front of me, and I didn't find it."

Li Zitao waved his hand to the dining table, and the dishes and bowls on it fell in response.

Then, in the exclamation of Bergman, the table was under an indescribable weight, and a squeaky protest was issued.

Outside the door, the two special guards who had recently changed their guards looked at each other and saw the helplessness of their companions.

It seems that they don’t have to go out today. Should they order a burger to fill their stomachs? ‘I hope the afternoon sun will not be too hot. ’

Coo...

At night, the originally stable dining table became crumbling, covered with traces of sweat.

The whole room was a mess, and every place left a mark of various sweat stains.

Lying on the bed, only the instinctive Bergman was left, her stomach issued a serious protest, and she was nearly exhausted.

"I'm sorry, I was too impulsive." Li Zitao, who was sitting sideways massaging her, smiled embarrassingly.

Today he seems to be extremely excited, a little bit under control.

If it weren’t for Bergman who had the skills to dance and perform, and the lack of irrigation for a long time, today might be abolished.

"I can't get out of bed... so hungry." Bergman looked at him pitifully, with big watery eyes.

"Leave it to me." Picking up the phone beside the bed, Li Zitao dialed the hotel number.

After 15 minutes, four maids came to clean the room with the fastest speed.

Then many fresh ingredients on the cart appeared in front of us, and the hotel chef personally took the lead.

What you want to eat, order on the spot and make it now.

This kind of service makes Baoman Xiaohua's flowery exhibition, and he can't be more satisfied with Li Zitao's performance.

‘If...he can stay a few days longer. "Eat the food cooked by the hotel chef himself, and enjoy the service that Li Zitao feeds to his mouth.

Bergman especially hopes that time can stay in this second.

However, the wall clock on the wall kept reminding her that time would never stay for anyone for a minute and a second.

Time is the most ruthless.

After a delicious and sweet dinner, Bergman's sleepiness also disappeared.

"Accompany me to the beach?" Poorman, who couldn't sleep, suddenly wanted to go to the beach.

Isn't the feeling in the movie always like this?

After the passion, the two walked on the sandy beach in the morning light, and laughed silently, and everything was silent.

Although it is still a bit far from dawn, it does not hinder the small romance in my heart.

"Okay." Li Zitao got out of bed and personally selected good clothes for her, and found another coat he left behind and put it in his arms.

"Beautiful lady, can you leave?" Li Zitao asked, smiling in front of the door, bending over slightly, stretching out his empty arms.

"For your sincerity, satisfy your wishes." Bergman nodded at his toes~www.readwn.com~ almost trotting his arms.

Obviously it was her request, but now it has become to meet Li Zitao.

She didn't care when she smiled. Women always find a reason to satisfy their vanity.

What does it matter for your own woman?

The sea breeze was particularly cold at night. Fortunately, Li Zitao had a foresight and brought a warm coat.

This would be put on Bergman's body, letting her arms bend her arms, resting her head on her shoulders, kicking the sand like a child.

Walking back and forth on the beach, the most boring thing is the bodyguard standing on it.

Standing one by one like pillars, hands folded in front of him, staring at the boss from left to right, right to left...

Back and forth until a ray of light rose from the coastline and the sky cleared.

"Look!" With excitement on his tired face, Bergman pointed to the distant coastline and murmured his eyes loose: "It's beautiful!"

When he returned home, Bergman had fallen asleep in his arms.

Putting the baby-like curled up on the bed and covering the quilt, Li Zitao took care of her bangs lovingly, lowering her head and gently kissing.

Sitting by the bed, he looked at the sleeping Bergman like this. When it was almost noon, Ava gently opened the door.

"Come on." Li Zitao waved his finger without looking back, and Ava closed the door.

Glancing at the corner of her mouth again, Li Zitao got up and walked out lightly.

Click!

The door buckled gently.

Bergman, who was "sleeping," opened his eyes and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually converged.

In the bright eyes, the stars flickered, and when those bright eyes closed again, a drop of crystal pearl slipped from the corner of the eye.

It seems to be telling something silently...