MTL - I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

"My dream is to lie on the banknotes and count the money."

On the coast of Los Angeles, the ivory beach, Roberts lying on the beach chair, put down the champagne in his hand, and said this sentence leisurely.

"Your previous dream was not this... I remember it was like Scarlett with my left hand and Megan Fox with my right hand, lying on Martha Miller's thigh and eating the peeled grapes." Nick wearing sunglasses Slanted Roberts and glanced.

"That is only a phased goal. There will be many phased goals in people's lives." Roberts laughed.

"What now?"

"It was realized last night."

Not far away, the beauty of the bikini is playing volleyball on the beach.

The sound of the waves in the distant sands was pushed by the white waves.

The sea breeze wrapped in coconut scented and looked at the choppy ups and downs. For a time Roberts couldn't help but pick up his eyes.

Inexplicably, he suddenly spoke.

"Do you know? My friend, until now, I still think that 11 tons of gold is the most successful investment in my life."

"Isn't that the ticket?" Nick asked.

"No." Roberts shook his head and smiled smugly. "Think about it. I was first poisoned by Mexico. I was smashed into the sea, and I was driven by Fbi and Lockheed Martin's 'salesman'. When the world is running, in order to earn the hard-hitting arms of the hacker, when did it start to work?"

"It seems to be the moment to wash your hands from your golden basin." Nick shrugged.

From that moment on, their lives have become more and more colorful.

"No, no, man, you are wrong." Roberts shook his head and said with a smile. "There are too many people washing their hands in the golden basin, such as the Mexican donkey who used to take me to the line. Now it is on the street next to the Avenue of Stars. On the Mexican burritos shop, I will take care of his business every Saturday, although the food in Mexico is really delicious..."

"So what you want to say is."

"The experience at the table. If you always lose money, then you only need to find a good-handed gambler and follow him to bet."

"...this is really a chaotic experience." Nick smiled bitterly.

In Alaska, there are no pants left to lose.

The leisure on the beach lasts only until the evening, but the body continues from late to late night.

From the private possession of the villa wine cellar, Roberts took out a bottle of wine from the vintage, took two wine glasses and went to the balcony.

After licking his mouth, he sat down opposite Nick and threw the glass on the table. After removing the cork from the red wine bottle, he filled the two.

"Don't go with your new girlfriend."

"New girlfriend?" Roberts shook his head with a smile. "To deal with these people, you can't show you more anxious than her. Speaking of Nick, you should also find an object. It's not a gossip in Hollywood, but a People are forgotten."

"Have it already."

"With?" Roberts looked at his old friend in surprise. "When... I mean, why didn't you tell me?"

"I told you several times, but every time I seem to have forgotten."

Roberts smiled and rubbed his nose against the chair.

"Let me think about it..."

"It’s Ukrainian, in my hometown."

"I remembered, you went back to the graves last time... Wait, is that a few years ago?"

" Six years ago, I planned to take her to Los Angeles this year. She wants to come here to go to college."

Roberts opened his mouth.

There are a lot of places where I feel that I can vomit, but because there are too many slots, he doesn't know where to start.

"Forget it, everyone's feelings are different," Roberts finally shook his head and ended the topic.

The two chatted about the previous things, chatted and talked about the man.

Recalling the funeral that I saw on TV yesterday, Nick asked for a moment and then asked.

"Is he dead?"

"Do you think he is dead?" Roberts asked with a smile.

"I don't know... but no one can survive from that level of explosion," Nick said.

"I think so too, but my friend, you think about it from another angle. When it wasn't when we thought the **** was dead, he finally survived miraculously." Roberts re-entered himself. A glass of red wine, snorted and said.

"but……"

"I know, this sounds ridiculous, but I still believe that he won't die so easily." Tilted his legs and leaned against the chair, Roberts said with a smile.

Just then, the highway on the north side of the balcony lit up the lights, and the engine outside the yard sounded far and near.

Roberts held his hands on the chair, and he stood up slightly and pointed to the stairs.

"I will go see below."

Said, he went downstairs.

Because he didn't trust Roberts, Nick put down the glass and followed it up.

When he walked to the entrance, the high-heeled shoes slammed on the ground, and the banging sounded a knock on the door.

"Let me guess who this is."

"You don't have to guess, you can't guess, although I can probably guess who it is..."

Taking a deep breath, Roberts's face previewed a strange expression, and when it returned to normal, it opened the door.

"Oh... Jennifer, you, how come you are back?" Roberts "surprised" as he looked at the woman standing at the door, as if it was a real surprise.

"I..." Nightly bite his lower lip, Jennifer lowered his head, and the blond hair blocked the red eyes. "I thought about it for a long time after I got home... I shouldn't say that to you."

"Well, you really shouldn't have said anything to me." Arms leaned against the door frame, and Roberts said with a smile.

"So, are you willing to forgive me?" Jennifer said.

"of course."

It sounds like a sound of nature.

Jennifer raised his head violently, looking at Roberts with surprise, and his hands clasped his lips and nose.

"Roberts... Oh, sorry, I am, I am..."

"Emotions are too excited, right?"

"Well... I never thought you would forgive me, I just... can you lend your shoulders to me for a while?" Jennifer’s eyes sparkled with excitement, and said with a crying voice.

Although I never loved him.

Although even if I come back now, I only look at the benefits.

But at the moment she looked at the man who opened the door to her who had betrayed her...

For a moment, in her heart, there was a slight heartbeat.

Looking at the expression on Jennifer's face, Nick standing behind Roberts sighed and turned to walk upstairs.

He has already guessed what Roberts would do.

To be honest, he really feels that his old friend can use the word bad taste to describe the problem of treating women.

"I am sorry, no."

The crying came to an abrupt end, and the expression on Jennifer’s face solidified there.

"About twenty-four hours ago, my shoulders have been lent to other people... Speak up, you should know." Roberts smiled and revealed his white teeth.

"This is impossible, you must be lying to me..."

Roberts said nothing, turned around and shouted at the upstairs.

"Miss Hathaway, your friend is at the door."

"Who... Jennifer? How come you? I remember you and Roberts already..." Wearing a pajamas, Hathaway walked upstairs, when she saw Jennifer standing at the door, her face The expression was a little embarrassing for a while.

After all, it is indeed her initiative to approach Roberts.

Although it was after Jennifer broke up with him, it was not a thing worthy of publicity to be with his ex-boyfriend.

"Nothing, my baby, I and she are over. It was when you most needed someone to comfort, and walked into my heart." Before Jennifer spoke, Roberts reached out and grabbed Hathaway. Waist, gazing at her eyes without any eyes, said affectionately.

"Roberts..."

In the face of the veteran of the love field, Hathaway is still unable to stand up.

Jennifer, standing at the door, his face flushed and trembled.

"You bastard!"

After a long time, she squeezed a curse from her lips and cried and turned away. The crash seemed to run away.