I really wanted to pinch the man's waist, but raised my hand, but didn't pinch it.

Thinking of one thing, Sophia said: "I almost forgot to tell you that Natasha Kinsky moved out of that villa in Cannes."

"It's normal."

"You can't regret it at all, what about millions?"

"It's still a good deal to buy a erotic lace that can be circulated for a long time for a few dozen dollars."

"Not a few dozen dollars, a few million dollars."

"To me, it's just a few dozen dollars." Simon looked at Sophia and smiled, "You know, women are like cats to me."

"Well, I feel that way, you're discriminating."

"No, I just don't expect it."

"What does it mean?"

"This is how cats are. They are alert, lazy, lonely, and alienated. No matter you are rich, poor, healthy, sick, happy, sad, good or bad, good or bad, they will never be loyal to you."

Sophia was stunned for a moment, wanted to laugh, and then suddenly looked at Simon seriously and said, "I think you are more like a cat."

"Maybe, so, the same kind are similar."

"This is a bit pessimistic."

"It's not pessimism, it's seeing through." Simon leaned back, raised his legs and looked at the beautiful girls in the prime of the catwalk, and said softly: "I saw him get up a red building, watch him entertain guests, see his building collapsed, and this pile of green moss and green tiles, I have been sleeping in the wind, and I have seen the rise and fall of fifty years..."
Chapter completed!