American Fortune Life

Prada, Hermes, Chanel, Gucci...

A circle of flagship stores passed down, Taylor Swift and Tory were carrying handbags, and women, regardless of age, were born with gifted skills for shopping.

Andy still looks so cold that you can't give them a good look and they're the best at taking pictures around, but it's good to use them to make Taylor a little popular.

At a Michelin restaurant in West Hollywood, Andy looked at dessert, and he joked with his assistant, Tyler, which was a money shaking tree, but it wasn't an oil-saving lamp, not only smart, but also very creative, well, a bit arbitrary.

It can't be rushed, it can only be slowed down, everything has to happen as it should, and the key is that he doesn't want to wear all kinds of green oil hats in the future.

“Tyler, what kind of publicity have you been on before?” Andy took a sip of the ice wine in front of him and asked with a smile.

“Ha, boss, you said you were a fan of mine. You're lying. You don't even know what show I've been on.” Tyler smiled and looked at Andy like that.

Andy shrugged, “I love listening to your music. It's not a lie, I'm busy every day, I don't have time to watch TV. ”

The assistant next to him couldn't help but turn his head white, busy, busy, busy banging women! The busiest is the boss of your 28, busy looking for a hole drill... Ooh, what are you thinking? It's so shy!

Andy naturally doesn't know how dirty and grumpy his assistant really is. Listen, Taylor told him about the show he's been attending for some time.

Well, apart from the Grand OleOpry Theatre in Tennessee, which has been dubbed the honor of the American country musical soul, and America Today, which has a good influence, there is no more decent programming, that is, catching up with the radio stations.

It's not that radio singing and publicity don't work, but it's not uncommon for Song Hong not to know the singer, and Taylor's own reputation needs to be further improved.

“Well...” Andy couldn't help but frown and the other woman waited quietly, knowing he was thinking.

“Tomorrow afternoon you wait at the record company, I'll pick you up, and then I'll take you to do something fun, and, by the way, wear that Prada suit tomorrow.” Andy seemed to have a good idea, his eyes lit and he smiled and said to Taylor.

“Fun stuff? Okay, okay, mysterious.” Taylor used to think a lot about meeting his idol and boss, just didn't think the boss would be so nice to her, and the boss was really handsome and handsome.

After sending Taylor back to his house, he watched as Andy waved his goodbye from himself and watched the car start before returning to his parents and asking Tory, “What do you think of this girl, Taylor? ”

Tory said with a complicated eye: “Lively and cheerful, innocent and smart. ”

“Oh, you're observing well, well, she's gonna be a superstar, worldwide!” Andy smiled and said his judgment, staring Tory Blake in the eye, and she really didn't see how this long, skinny, ordinary girl could admire her boss so much.

Andy didn't explain any more, looked at the phone, sent a text message before the shadow, didn't let him stay tonight, Cylon's girlfriend was going to spend the night, Andy also wanted to go home to rest, came last night to entertain the shadow of wanting to get pregnant, that was really like a wolf tiger, thanks to him, otherwise it would definitely be squeezed dry.

But even with his strength, it's a little hard. After all, women can dump men a few blocks on resilience.

Back home Andy took a comfortable bath under the help of his assistant. Don't think about it. It's really pure service. There are no other extra items. After all, because of the number of frictions last night, he's a little upset right now. He can only be honest first.

Nothing to say overnight...

The next morning, after breakfast, Andy came to the copyright company, and after working, he opened his writing state until Fatty Carl arrived.

“Andy, good news...” Carl shouted as soon as he entered the door, letting Andy get out of the superdivine state, and the fat guy took a bottle of mineral water out of the drinking cabinet and twisted it for a few sips before sitting across from Andy with pride.

Andy didn't ask, he just squinted his eyes and lifted his chin, indicating that Carl went on to say the following. He probably guessed what the good news was, but didn't want to see the fat guy too proud.

“Hey, the copyright to the Road novel has been taken off, I really want to see how the competing movie companies react when they hear about it! Besides, I just got a call from the fist game company, hoping I could introduce them to you, oh, the fish have bitten, when are you going to close the line?” Carl was going to sell it, but when he saw that Andy didn't give him a chance, he just laughed and said it.

“Well, don't rush this novel, I think it might be an unexpected harvest by the end of the year; as for fist games... Tomorrow, as soon as I solve this, I'm going to fly to New York, and I'm going to take care of what's going on there in New York, and it's going to be easy for a while, okay, it's not going to be easy, damn it, and the software company needs me to build it myself... ”

Andy was a little depressed when he said it, so it looks like he's not going to take a good break this year, and he's got a lot of work to do.

“By the way, you tell NBC and CBS and ABC in the afternoon that I'm going to be in West Hollywood, and there's going to be a surprise, until you do what you do.” Andy knew that this broker-owned business was a piece of cake for Carl.

“Come on, boss, do you still need this kind of press? All right, all right, I get it. They're gonna die happy for that little Taylor girl, right? Cough, you really...” Carl saw the look on Andy's face, knew he was right, shook his head and laughed.

“Make things nice. Don't get too obvious. They want the news, I'll give them the news.” Andy said softly.

“I know, it's nothing. I'm going out first, and I have to reply to the fisting company. It's not easy for them to invest a little, hey, just meet someone as enthusiastic as me... ”

“Roll... ”

In the afternoon, Andy came to the Big Machine Records Company and saw Taylor Zheng Ting Yu, dressed in a yellow pleated skirt, a dark blue sweater with long white legs, standing in front of the studio waiting for herself. When she saw herself get out of the car, she waved to greet herself with a happy smile on her face.

Andy was wearing sunglasses, a little fat hoodie in white, and a tight pair of old ripped jeans underneath, also a pair of long legs, stepped on white high-top basketball shoes, and walked up to Taylor with a smile, "Been waiting a long time? ”

“No... No, just for a little while.” Taylor was a little embarrassed to hold his golden curly hair to his ears, and replied softly.

“Well, let's go in, Scott. You got the makeup guy and the hairdresser?” Andy naturally extended his hand around Taylor's shoulder and walked into the record company very intimately.

When Tyler was embraced by Andy, he was slightly stiff and heard Andy's question. Although it felt a little strange to be embraced, he didn't think much of it. On the contrary, there was a bit of cheating in his heart. The handsome boss was so intimate with himself, it was a good thing, after all, that being valued by the boss was of great help to her career.

In the dressing room, Andy lifted Taylor's blonde curly hair, sitting quietly in his seat, and said to the hairdresser: "From the root to here, about six or seven centimeters long, straightened; slanted Liu Hai in front of his forehead... ”

With his fingers outstretched, Andy didn't care about Taylor's slightly red face, scratching her cherry lips and saying to the makeup artist: "Make the lip more visible, the lip color is between the red and the meat powder, don't be too bright; fake eyelashes... Eyeliner... The eyebrows are elongated and the eyeliner at the corner of the eye should be curled... ”

“White! Skin tone must have a glowing white... ”

Tyler wanted a blonde Barbie, and at Andy's request, the hairdresser and makeup artist were messing with him.

Andy stood behind Taylor, holding both her arms in his arms, smiling at the corner of his mouth, looking at Taylor, who had grown his mouth and had been completely amazed by his makeup in the mirror, asked with a smile: "Look, more than a beautiful white swan! ”

Taylor opened his eyes, restored clarity, looked at the mirror reflection, turned around, kissed Andy's face, and said happily, "Oh, my God, thank you. Andy, God, is this me? Beautiful... ”

Well, Andy brought over Taylor Swift's makeup, which was already very distinctive in his previous life, and turned the ugly duck into a white swan early on, and for Taylor's kiss, that was a very happy laughing stock.

“All right, let's go. Let's do this in the future. We have work to do! ”

Andy stopped Taylor's shoulder from walking out of the dressing room and met Scott at the door, although Scott was a little stunned by Andy and Taylor's intimate moves, but seeing Taylor change, his mouth grew slightly and he looked amazed, "This... Tyler, you... It's amazing! ”

Taylor's eyes turned into moon teeth and his delightful white teeth appeared, giggling.

“Ready?” Andy asked Scott with a smile on his face.

“It's all in the car. Don't I have to send someone to follow it?” Scott looked back and asked with some doubt.

“No, Tyler, let's go!” He stopped Taylor on the shoulder and walked out of the record company like a couple of good guys.

Scott looked at Andy's back and frowned slightly, but seemed to think of something, his eyes turned deep and helpless, and he sighed.