I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1601: Roberts is always running

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"My dream is to lie in the stack of banknotes and count money."

The coast of Los Angeles, the ivory-colored beach, Roberts lying on the beach chair, put down the champagne in his hand, said this leisurely.

"Your previous dream wasn't this ... I remember it seemed like I was holding Scarlett in my left hand and Megan Fox in my right hand, lying on Marisa Miller's thigh and eating the peeled grapes." Nick wearing sunglasses squinted Roberts and teased.

"That's just a phased goal. There will be a lot of phased goals in a person's life." Roberts laughed.

"Now?"

"I realized it last night."

Not far away, beautiful women in bikinis are playing volleyball on the beach.

The sound of the rusty waves in the distance was pushed by the white waves.

The sea breeze wrapped in coconut scent blew, looking at the rough waves, Roberts narrowed his eyes comfortably for a while.

Inexplicably, he suddenly spoke.

"Did 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 carefully, I was first poisoned by Mexican drugs. The sack sacks sink into the sea, and the FBI and Lockheed Martin's The salesman's running around the world, just to make arms brokers who make that hard money, when did it come to work at the beginning? "

"It seems that the moment you washed your hands from your golden basin." Nick shrugged.

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

"No, no, buddy, you're wrong." Roberts shook his head and said with a smile, "Too many people wash their hands in the golden basin, such as the Mexican who once brought me in, is now next to the Avenue of Stars. The burrito dumplings on that street. Every Saturday I will take care of his business, although the food of the Mexicans is so bad ... "

"So what you want to say is."

"Experience at the poker table. If you always lose money, then you just need to find a good gambler and bet with him."

"... This is really a messy experience." Nick smiled bitterly.

In Alaska, you do n’t even have pants if you lose.

The leisure on the beach only lasts until evening, but the body stretches from dusk until late at night.

From the private collection of the villa ’s wine cellar, Roberts took out a bottle of vintage red wine, carried two wine glasses, and went to the balcony.

With a grin, he sat opposite Nick and dropped the glass on the table. After removing the cork from the wine bottle, he filled the two.

"Do not go with your new girlfriend."

"New girlfriend?" Roberts smiled and shook his head. "To deal with these people, you can't behave. You are more anxious than her. Speaking of Nick, you should also find someone. It's not a scandal in Hollywood. It is forgotten by people. "

"Already have it."

"Has?" 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 you seem to have forgotten."

Roberts smiled, leaning against the chair with his nose wiped.

"Let me think about it ..."

"Is Ukrainian, in my hometown."

"I remembered, you went back to the graveyard last time ... wait, that was a few years ago?"

"Six years ago, this year I planned to take her to Los Angeles, and she wanted to come here to study at university."

Roberts opened his mouth.

I always feel that there are many places where I can talk, but because there are too many points, he does n’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 some previous events, and then chatted to the man.

Recalling the funeral I saw on TV yesterday, Nick asked after a moment of silence.

"Is he dead?"

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

"I don't know ... but nobody should survive the explosion of that level." Nick said.

"I think so too, but my friend, you think about it from another angle, which is not when we think this **** is dead, he finally miraculously survived." Roberts again for himself He poured a glass of red wine and grinned.

"But ..."

"I know, this sounds ridiculous, but I still believe that he won't die so easily." Roberts said with a smile, leaning on Erlang's leg.

At this moment, the road on the north side of the balcony was lit, and the sound of the car engine outside the yard was far and near.

Roberts supported the chair with both hands, and stood up slightly, pointing to the stairs.

"I will check it out."

Speaking, he went downstairs.

Because he did n’t worry about Roberts, Nick put down his glass and followed.

When he walked to the entrance, the high heels outside pedaled on the ground, and soon the entrance knocked on the door.

"Let me guess who this time is."

"No need to guess, you certainly ca n’t guess, although I can probably guess who ..."

Take a deep breath, and Roberts ’s face premonitored with a surprised expression, and opened the door after returning to normal.

"Oh ... Jennifer, you, why are you back?" Roberts looked at the woman standing at the door in surprise, as if really surprised.

"I ..." nibbling on her lower lip, Jennifer lowered her head, and her blond hair blocked her red eyes. "I thought about it for a long time after I went home ... I shouldn't say those words to you." /

"Well, you really shouldn't say those words to me." Roberts said with a smile, his arm leaning against the door frame.

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

"Of course."

That sound like a natural sound.

Jennifer suddenly raised his head and looked at Roberts in surprise. His folded hands covered his lips and nose.

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

"Is the emotion too exciting, right?"

"Well ... I never thought you would forgive me, I just ... Can you lend me your shoulders a little bit?" Jennifer's eyes flashed with tears of excitement, with a crying voice Said.

Although I never loved him.

Although even if I come back now, it is only for the benefit.

But at the moment, she looks at the man who opened the door to her who once betrayed herself ...

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

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

He already guessed what Roberts would do.

Honestly, he really feels that his old friend can use the term "bad taste" to describe women.

"Sorry, no."

The crying stopped abruptly, and the expression on Jennifer's face froze there.

"About twenty-four hours ago, my shoulders were lent to others ... Speaking of which, you should know each other." Roberts smiled all over his face, showing his white teeth.

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

Without saying anything, Roberts turned around and yelled upstairs.

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

"Who ... Jennifer? Why are you here? I remember you and Roberts have ..." Hathaway walked downstairs in a sexual pajamas. When she saw Jennifer standing at the door, she The expression on his face was awkward for a while.

After all, she did take the initiative to approach Roberts.

Although it was after Jennifer broke up with him, being with his girlfriend ’s ex-boyfriend is not a thing worth preaching.

"It's okay, my baby, me and her are over. It was you who walked into my heart when I needed someone to comfort me." Before Jennifer spoke, Roberts reached out and hugged the sea. Servi's waist, staring at her eyes indifferently, said affectionately.

"Roberts ..."

In the face of the veteran of love, Hathaway was still unable to resist.

Jennifer standing at the door, his face flushed red, trembling.

"You bastard!"

After a long time, she squeezed her curse out of her lip and gritted her teeth, turned around crying, and seemed to run away.