376 Everything Is up to You

The old brand w took the lead. This magazine, which has a history of many years, has its fixed sales group.

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The beautiful scenery of Long Island, the stretch of green space, the clean tree-lined paths, and even the extra flower bed tiles on the roadside are full of poetry.

The bicycle delivery man wearing a white baseball cap, behind the shelf, is full of newspapers and magazines that will be delivered early this morning.

Because of his familiarity with the roads, this young child can ride this community with his eyes closed.

A parabolic throw, a bundle of neatly bundled magazine rolls, crossed the garden fence and flew over the withered flowers.

When the magazine was about to hit the ground floor, a Labrador with oily hair and smooth hair rushed out like a gust of wind, with a simple and honest smile and captivating bean eyes.

With a high jump, he put the magazine in his mouth.

'Good job Mussolini! "The newspaper delivery boy waved his farewell hands to the black Labrador, and leaned on the bicycle again, and the other six were all delivered.

Mussolini wagging his slender tail, like a child offering a treasure, passed through the small door for dogs at the back door of the garden, and came to the owner's breakfast table.

"Lily, your magazine." The host politely picked up Today's Times, and handed the beautifully printed fashion magazine to his wife who was serving fried eggs.

"Oh, thank you..." The young couple erected another barrier of indifference between them, the distance between a newspaper and a book.

The magazine with a faint orchid fragrance is opened, and the w is placed at the end. The young housewife prefers the most fashionable vogue, and the male models on the inner pages are usually her substitutes when she fantasizes about a cold marriage.

The inside page of this issue is full of models, all of which are the figure of an Asian model, who is wearing a thin silk shirt, standing beside the white floor-to-ceiling curtains, looking out of the window in confusion.

It's like waking up from a deep sleep in the morning, so pure and helpless.

The hostess looked a little parched, she subconsciously picked up the toast sandwich and took a bite.

The 'Wow La' magazine was gently turned over a page, and a full-page free-for-all poster of Armani perfume by Qin Guan and Russell was displayed in front of the young housewife.

"George..."

"Huh?" The host behind the newspaper replied perfunctorily without raising his head.

"I'll go to the city with you today."

"What?" At this moment, the male host put down the newspaper, and looked at the opposite young wife who hadn't communicated well with doubts.

This well-behaved young girl rarely has the habit of going out so early.

A pair of little white feet that had taken off the slippers, the toes turned up very sexy, just like the hair of the breeze blowing on the face, it rubbed against the calf of the head of the family.

The fabric of the trousers couldn't stop the sexy teasing, and the warm touch of the instep wiped the man's calf from top to bottom, and then wiped it off again.

"I'm going to buy some Halloween candy, and I'm going to a department store in New York to buy myself a bottle of perfume, here's the newest one from Armani."

Qin Guan and Aguila were staring at the magazine poster handed over. The pure black background accompanied the green transparent bottle, which had an indescribable elegance.

"It is said that this perfume is the eaux-de-vie and the allure of forbidden love...I think we are at night...huh?"

The coquettish upswing with a nasal sound, and the toes that stopped provocatively finally landed on the man's thigh, all made the surgeon who sat across from the blood vessels and viscera look expressionless on his face. For a refreshing feeling.

"I listen to you..."

In countless ordinary American families, someone always finds the intrusion of this new Asian face in their daily life.

The magazines and newspapers at the outlets in Manhattan are the real big sellers of these periodicals. The hurried passers-by don’t care to look up at the contents, and just throw down the change as a routine.

It was that shocking gesture that left behind a reason for pedestrians passing by in a hurry.

"Nylon? Professionally categorized fashion magazines? Well, it doesn't matter, just buy an extra one."

"Boss, give me a copy of the magazine with the vampire cover."

On the streets of Manhattan, such a similar scene is always quietly staged, because it has been a long time since I have seen such an unconventional cover among the magazines dominated by top supermodels and Hollywood movie stars.

Echoing the atmosphere of tomorrow's Halloween, the shopping group that should be the main force of office workers suddenly became strange.

A group of hippies who are as addicted as fans, with thick dark circles under their eyes and a sense of decadence all over their bodies, dangling their dog leashes, came to the newsstand to buy themselves a pack of chewing gum that they couldn’t leave their mouths.

"Oh! This magazine is awesome! It's really exciting!"

On the cover, Qin Guan roars towards the endless setting sun, his sharp fangs are shining with icy cold light, and the background of the castle with a bit of Hitchcock's gloomy taste clearly shows the identity of the protagonist.

The blood-red tears, the blood-red sun, and the blood-red embroidery on the chest add a touch of bloodthirsty to this black Dracula.

"Dude! Come here and have a look, look at this look, it's definitely one of my generation! It's him!"

By the time this eccentric group, which has always flaunted independence, left, the shelves had been sold out of nylon.

T and V have been running a same-sex bar for two people. They will buy some fashion magazines with mostly male models to enrich the bookshelves of their bar.

Because v has a precise grasp of who everyone likes in the club, the same-sex bar owners on this street like to hand over the work of purchasing magazines to v.

Most gay bars have a quiet atmosphere, except for those who don't need to read magazines in the bar of the macho show.

V got up early in the morning, and before he took off his blue apron, he pointed to the nylon behind the owner of the small newsstand and reported today's quantity: "30 copies, thank you."

"The sales volume is not large, only 25 copies!"

"That's all!"

"okay!"

Taking advantage of the time when the boss was getting the goods, v casually flipped through the most popular vouge, "Boss will order 10 more vouge."

These are preparations for the shops that are close to me, and it is also a surprise to see a model published in two magazines at the same time. (To be continued.)