American Fortune Life

A bunch of women laughed low and looked at Andy, pretending to be surprised, and asked Carl, "How do I feel weird? Salim's not a pimp, is he? ”

“Psst, that's my baby, these are the young models who have just come to Hollywood looking for a chance. These little bitches can't sleep with you to increase your exposure. Their models' fame is the most important thing. Besides, they know exactly what happens when they go to parties like this. Don't be fooled by their age. Their nicknames are bone-skinned and their fashion circles are dirtier. These are the new kinds of young things I let Salim find, so don't worry, but it's up to you to do a few things.” Carl smiled and shouted.

Andy's face is silent, but his heart is a little trivial. Did previous generations make all of his * * goddesses so miserable? The vision and excitement in my heart slowly dissipated.

After whispering, a group of women gathered around Andy, mostly as models in their teens, who had been in the fashion circle for several years, some things understood naturally, while Andy looked handsome and young and gold, most importantly famous, was a perfect QING man, these women watched Andy's eyes filled with aggression XING and attacks XING.

Surrounded by a group of tall, hot beauties, Andy was a little overwhelmed, with fingers touching and scratching from time to time, and he almost lost his temper.

By communicating with each other, Andy knew that Rosie and Barbara Ferrari had just arrived in Hollywood, and by watching, he had also discovered that Barbara Ferrari was not very enthusiastic, and as for Rosie, because she was not his favorite type, and more importantly, she could not compete as a newcomer with a few other women like wolves.

In Andy's eyes, a delicate, sweet-looking, blonde-haired Brooklyn Dick was his own dish. This 87-year-old girl from Ohio just signed a swimsuit contract with Sports Pictures and came to Hollywood looking for a chance to enter the movies.

Andy had a rare impression, as if he were a Vermeer model, but later married a tennis player.

Brooklyn Dike's body is really perfect, it's so spicy that it doesn't work. 175 is tall, fleshy, and has a tender skin that squeezes water out of it, and it feels very xing. After all, models who can sign the swimsuit edition of Sports Painting are all hot and full of models.

Lang had a concubine intent, and they both looked at each other blindly.

Others soon discovered the situation, and all walked away somewhat reluctantly in search of new goals.

Andy looked bitterly at the grudges of several women leaving and shrugged his shoulders against Brooklyn, who gave Andy a delicate smile.

The atmosphere of the party is slowly getting hot, the music is getting hot, and from time to time you can hear women screaming and men laughing and falling.

And Andy and Brooklyn Dike had a great time, and the girl didn't have much of a chance to talk about her movie dreams, and the slightly naive compliments that surrounded her made Andy laugh.

Andy certainly knows why she likes herself, but honestly, he doesn't have that much energy in Hollywood to satisfy a girl's movie dreams. As for paying for her, he can only ha-ha. Whatever she wants to hook up with Andy, he'll be happy to eat it first.

Watching her hopefully develop in Hollywood seemed confused about the future of performing arts, and Andy was irresponsibly encouraging her knowing that she was not confident, although Andy was happy that even if she could make a movie, it would be a vase of life.

After drinking five or six glasses of champagne, the two of them were very happy to talk, and sometime they disappeared by the pool with their hands, and two women saw the scene without a curse.

Look at the dog men and women with their eyes and their thoughts, disappear into the crowd, and what happens next, you don't have to say much.

Joseph and Kenny saw them sneaking into a guest bedroom with their hands in their arms, smiling at each other and walking down to a table at the stairwell.

I don't know if it's because the house doesn't sound insulated, or if the girl is too excited to scream, Joseph and Kenny can hear it a long way away, and I don't know if there's been a homicide.

An hour later, a somewhat dull voice appeared to have been heard intermittently in Brooklyn Dyke.

A few minutes later, Andy walked out of the room with an unfailing resentment on his face and came out wearing only one pair of swimming pants. The white, strong, angular muscle glowed under the light until he approached him and found it to be a layer of sweat.

Seeing both Joseph and Kenny thumbs up at themselves, a look of envy, Andy's mouth curled slightly, his arms bent to reveal his strong muscles, which meant a lot.

Leaving Kenny to watch the room and not let anyone break in, Brooklyn Dyke was tired of sleeping over and thought she could hold on, which made him very depressed.

Walking away from the villa toward the pool, just around the lawn, he saw a tall figure appear in front of Andy, and Joseph behind him was about to go up and block Andy with his body and let Andy reach out and stop him.

Because Andy's five senses strengthened, the darkness couldn't keep him out of sight, and the person who came was the model named Marissa Miller. Several other models call her "Miss Sugar” when they make fun of her.

Andy was very impressed with this devilish lady, sweetheart, although Marissa Miller was a great choice for both her face and body, and her mature xing, alluring allure at all times, was simply too magnificent. But Andy eventually chose Brooklyn Dyke because Marissa Miller was a little older, and when she introduced herself, Carl, the fat, dead guy, told him that this woman was 28 or 9 years old.

Andy doesn't dislike the king, but he can't really feel comfortable with the elderly sister in the mixed fashion circle, but now it seems that this woman has not given up her opportunities to contact herself, and she doesn't know what purpose she is carrying.

He doesn't believe that this kind of person, Jing, will fall in love with herself just as soon as she meets, maybe she is younger, gold, talented, perfectly fleshy, makes her yu can't do it? Should be a little bit, really.

Andy was pleased with the woman who attacked him proactively.

“Marissa Miller, just call me Marissa. ”

“Andy Smith, my friends call me Andy. ”

Then the two eyes were facing each other, and Marissa gently lifted her big blonde wave hair, her eyes slightly squinted, her red lips gently flickered, "Let's have a drink!? ”

“Oh, I think I just saw a nice bottle of wine in the villa.” Andy smiled up and held her waist and turned around and walked back to the villa.

Another hour, the sleepy Brooklyn Dyke heard a noise in the next room, “God... Are you a monster? Aren't you tired at all? ”

Brooklyn suddenly felt her body bouncing, opened her eyes and saw Andy standing in front of her, but the bed was thrown away by someone, "Marisa... What are you doing here? ”

Andy's hands flashed, saying he had nothing to say, and then he jumped up, seemed to understand something, and Brooklyn Dyke, with his legs slipping, looked at him incredibly...

The next day, Andy went downstairs and saw the mess in the villa, shrugging his shoulders, while the table was full of breakfast, which Joseph had just bought from the outside.

Sitting down and enjoying himself slowly, before waiting for him to take a few bites, he saw Brooklyn Dyke wearing a fat t-shirt, barefoot and running down the stairs angrily, and when he saw Andy at the table, he yelled, “How can you do this! ”

“Hi!” Andy waved, pointing to the breakfast on the table and said, "Honey, don't you want some? I bet you're hungry now to eat a cow. ”

Brooklyn looked at Andy's sunny smile and heard his gentle words, some unbelievable, which was the beast that tormented her and Marissa all the time last night.