American Fortune Life

Just as Brooklyn Dyke was overwhelmed, he suddenly heard a dull voice coming from his side.

“Anything to eat? Great, Brooklyn. Why can't you just stand there? Are you hurt, too? Damn it, Andy, you're rude! ”

The two of them turned their heads and Marissa Miller, wearing a very unfit little shirt, walked and beat Hao. Although the walking posture was a bit unwieldy, she moved quickly to the table, grabbed the ham and toast directly from the plate with her hands, chewed it and swallowed it, drank a glass of milk and grew out of breath, "I thought I was going to die here last night. ”

Andy turned a white eye and said hello to Brooklyn and sat down for dinner. The girl seemed to think of something, humming softly, and sat down and started having breakfast.

Marissa looked back and forth at Andy and Brooklyn, and finally measured Andy, "Andy, are you a monster? ”

Andy looked at the vacuum, seduced, glanced furiously, endured her impulse to justify herself on the spot, picked up a sandwich and raised it to the silent Brooklyn, "Eat your breakfast! ”

Marissa seemed to see something strange about Brooklyn, her mouth slightly curled, and she couldn't help laughing and laughing. “Brooklyn, what's wrong with you? You're so poorly picked.”

Andy's black line, watching her pretty face squeezed red, looked angrily at Marissa's Brooklyn and had to slap her forehead, knowing it was going to be bad.

Looking at the way the war was about to break out, Andy had to knock the cup with a fork in his hand, “Hey, girls, didn't we have a great time last night? Fighting is not a good thing for a girl. ”

After a strange glance, both women snorted cold, but no one started to provoke the incident and started eating breakfast.

After breakfast for three, Marissa still didn't mean to change, or a vacuum shirt and cooked coffee barefoot in the kitchen.

Andy looked down at the silent Brooklyn and didn't seem to have any intention of leaving either. Andy scratched his head a little bit. Shouldn't he have kept the numbers and run off with things? These two women aren't trying to pin on me, are they?

Impossible, they wouldn't do this to themselves. He knew they both had a purpose, but they shouldn't be making demands now, should they?

Don't you want to get involved with yourself after you tasted it last night? You don't really think that when you look at the hostility of two people towards each other, do you?

During Andy's wild thoughts, Marissa Miller twisted her body to bring her coffee, and saw that there was a cup in front of Brooklyn, and Andy nodded her head in darkness, but she was a little cheerful.

Marissa sipped the coffee, looked across the street at Brooklyn Dyke and looked at her hostility to herself, and this little bitch seemed to want to haunt Andy, and she wanted a chance to dominate, and even if she couldn't be Andy's full girlfriend because of her age, she wouldn't let this little bitch succeed.

In Andy's eyes, no matter what these two women think, don't expect him to be held captive.

“Cough, well, we all had a wonderful evening last night, which is a little ridiculous, but our relationship is going to last until one day when you make a request not to contact each other.” Andy knew he could leave without having to explain anything. After all, it was something you wanted. Didn't he use a little bit of strength on Brooklyn last night? He didn't want the two women to hate themselves.

Besides, the kind of request he made was entirely cheap, and as for what they wanted from themselves, he could still help if he was within his means, and of course, Andy could only haunt her if he demanded too much.

“I'm fine, honey.” Marissa smiled back, saying that she was still rubbing her feet under the table on Andy's calf, and Andy stood by her temptation, glaring at the woman who was starting to hair SAO, turning to Brooklyn Dyke.

Brooklyn Dike looked at Marissa, and she couldn't help but curse, "Bitch, you're a QING bitch!” The gaze at Andy's questioning was not dodgy, but with a tone of grievance and shame: “I'm not who you think I am! ”

“Pfft ~ ~ ~”

Andy just wanted to say a few words of comfort, and he heard Marissa Miller laughing in disdain: "What kind of person are you? Joan of Arc? This is Hollywood! Salim said before what happened last night, Andy Smith, bestselling book writer, new billionaire, hottest talking characters, handsome young, perfect figure, those little bitches who came here who weren't trying to seduce him? ”

Andy frowned and watched as Marissa Miller ripped off her disguise, leaving Brooklyn Dyke angry and blushing, her teeth biting, patting the table and stopping Marissa from continuing.

“All right, everybody, don't argue, Brooklyn, without respecting your opinion last night... Cough, I'm sorry, I know you're a good girl, I mean nothing else, but you're too charming, I don't want to lose you because of what happened last night, you know what I mean? You said your dream is to make a movie, although I'm not a big shot in Hollywood, but I'm a little connected, and as a good friend, I'll try to help you realize your dream, and of course, beyond my capabilities, there's nothing I can do, I hope you understand. ”

Brooklyn hears Andy's words, her eyes are a little red, her lips tremble slightly, she seems to be tangled, she opens her mouth to say something and she goes back, Andy knows she's still a 19-year-old little girl, her face is thin, maybe this obscure, transactional relationship she can't accept for a moment and a half, but Andy believes she'll figure it out.

“And you? What do you need me to do?” Andy turned around and looked at Marissa in Brooklyn with a grin, and instead of turning a bend, he asked, after all, for someone like Marissa Miller who had been climbing and rolling in fashion for years, it was easier.

“Oh, it's really not cute. It's genius. I'm actually a little in love with you.” Marissa wrapped her fingers around the mouth of the white porcelain coffee cup and slowly fainted with a hint of drama, glowing, sighing and grinning with sadness.

“In 2001, I ran into Mario Testino, a famous surfing photographer on the beach in California, who said he was thrilled by the natural scent of me, and soon appeared in Fashion magazine with a beautiful set of photos featuring my surfing theme.” Watching Marissa Miller smile in the open air, remembering that perhaps the best time, Andy sipped the coffee and listened quietly, and Brooklyn Dyke calmed down, just that light-hearted corner of her mouth, showing disdain for Marissa's memory.

“Oh, at the time, I thought I was about to become a star, gave up my ideals of becoming a teacher, and didn't hesitate to go into the fashion circle. How can it be so simple, to be a supermodel, a star, that it's that easy, pretty face? Tall and full-bodied? Oh, don't tell me how many qualified girls there are in California alone, and finally I understand what's most important, opportunity! Opportunities are the most important thing, but why give you the opportunity? No fame, no background, no connections, where's the opportunity? If you want a chance, go to those who have the resources, but what can you give them in return for a chance? Fashion Circle, huh, the people who said to give me a chance to look me in the eye can't wait to eat me, they are just interested in my face and body, whether or not I give you a chance, have to play with them first Happy then, want to resist? They cut you off in minutes... ”

As if Marissa Miller had opened the door to memories, bringing all these years of bitterness to mind, the expression on Brooklyn Dyke's face, which she had laughed at in her heart, had faded into empathy.

Andy was right, he had to be silent, he believed that Marissa was saying everything in her heart, but he didn't have much sympathy and pity. His mind wasn't 21 years old, he was way past the bloody stage, and he wouldn't blame those who had QIAN rules, after all, he was one of those who had the resources to do so, because that was reality.

Who told you you wanted to be a star? Who made you want to make a fortune? Nobody's forcing you, so pay the price for the chance and don't complain!

Marissa glanced slightly at Andy, who was silent and drinking coffee, and the expression on her face didn't change at all. She couldn't help but show a hint of disappointment in her eyes, saying, “Damn, why aren't you hooked! ”

Brooklyn looked at Andy's young, handsome face and seemed to think of something. She was young, but she was not a fool. Soon she understood what Marissa meant by saying these words, scolding a witty bitch, thinking about her hostility to herself before, and smiling: “To have a chance to sleep with someone, it's really embarrassing. ”

Marissa smiled and said to Brooklyn, "Not everyone can be as lucky as you are to sign Sports Pictures at this age and have a chance to come to Hollywood to achieve their ideals. Besides, you don't have to laugh at me if I really accept the terms of those people, or if I'm not warm yet. ”

“Well, who knows!” Brooklyn wrapped her hands around her chest, grinning coldly.

“You --”

Marissa Miller looked a little angry at the young, beautiful face across the street that made her jealous and really wanted to stretch her fingernails out a few times.