American Fortune Life

McMullen is well placed to climb and roll in the fashion world for so many years and has extensive practical experience with the set of models brokerage companies that operate.

The somewhat alarming fairy model brokerage company, originally created by the acquisition, the name change, the employee re-signing the contract, but all the models didn't get the new contract, took a 3 million check with McMullen and got the company back up and running less than two hours after taking over from a member of the temporary care think tank.

After receiving phone calls from their own agents, the models outside were relieved to continue the work at hand and no longer wandered and worried about a possible sudden loss of work.

Nothing makes me happier than Kate Appleton in Miami because she got a phone call from her broker, which means the company needs to dedicate herself to the next step, otherwise the liquidated damages for the new contract will not be as expensive, and the little girl is happy to call her family to tell them to sign the contract. After all, she is not a nian and needs the signature of her guardian.

Sitting in a reasonably spacious third-floor office, McMullen had difficulty leaning calmly against the boss's chair, with a relaxed smile on his face, slightly closing his eyes and breathing the air of power.

He opened his eyes violently, knowing that it was not the time for him to be worry-free, and that JIN had a big tui, but he needed some more opportunities to hold on.

With a slight squint in his eyes, MacMalone took out his phone, frowned, bit his lip, and finally found the number dialed out, and mumbled in a slightly invisible voice: “I'm helping you too, didn't you always want to get out of the gang threat, now I'm giving you a chance... ”

“Hi, Lulana, it's me...

Oh, don't be sorry, I understand, it's not your fault.

I'm not going to Europe, I'm still in New York.

Yeah, new job, CEO of a modeling company, huh, thanks... ”

Lulana Korshonova is a Russian supermodel, whose long hair is her mark, so nicknamed “Russian Braid Girl” and also known as "the inspirational goddess of contemporary fashion".

She was only 15 years old when she was excavated as a model in 2003, a girl that many people called "beauty as a mythical tale character”.

When she started, a normal show early enough to get $5,000, Lulana had a financial crisis, and when she jumped to IMG, she was the manager McMullen had personally given her.

McMullen was well aware of Lulana's situation because she was personally told when Lulana was helpless that she was under the control of the Russian hei gang by threatening to intimidate her family and constantly extorting money from her.

“Think about it, Lulana, you can trust me the way you used to, you sign in, and not only can you get rid of those people's entanglements, but I'll lean towards you, and the resources of movies and TV shows will give you priority, you know, nobody will question the strength of my new boss himself and his strong background, IGM has too many supermodels, you won't take any advantage of the distribution of resources, after all, I've been kicked out of the company by them, nobody will fight for you, don't worry, you come here is a sign, I'll take you to the boss, your troubles won't be trouble anymore... ”

“Huh ~" hung up the phone, Mike Malone's face showed a relieved look, should be about it, I hope the boss will like this gift. He comforted himself, and it was for Lulana's own good. After all, with the boss, the powerful mountain, she didn't have to be scared all day.

Back home, Andy naturally didn't know that his new dog's legs had begun to prepare him a fairy gift to please him and take his revenge.

Passing her coat to the maid next to her, Andy walked into the living room and saw Ivana, wearing a pink silk ultra short nightdress, lazily stretching her long, white tui against the couch, holding a pile of documents and turning her torso to look at herself.

“What's the matter, you look tired?” Andy walked over and kissed Ivana, leaning against the sofa, and Andy sat beside her, reaching out and gently fumo with her fair face, curious to ask.

“Nothing, I went to see a construction project at the company for hours on the construction site and my feet hurt a little.” Ivana covered her little hand with Andy's big hand and muttered, with a hint of delicacy.

“Ha ha!” Andy smiled softly, stretching out his finger and lighting her nostrils. “I'll change my clothes first, then I'll give you a click to relieve the fatigue. ”

“Honey, you're so sweet.” Ivana's eyes sparkled with colour, just because she smiled brightly and had become a moon tooth, Andy didn't notice.

Andy went back to his bedroom, changed a white tight T-shirt and shorts, washed his face in the bathroom, got a little water stain on his hair in front of his forehead, and was a little wet, stretched out his hand and combed it back, forming a raised back, more handsome.

Back in the living room, Andy sat on the other side of the couch, and after sitting on the tray leg, Ivana put the tui on Andy, who grabbed the jade zu, which had been painted with red nail polish, began to press gently, and Ivana hummed comfortably a few times.

“What are you looking at?” Andy saw that pile of documents that Ivana had on her, too thick, not much like company documents.

“Giggle, I printed out the follow-up to The Hunger Games for easy viewing.” Ivana explained with a smile.

“Well, be careful, don't go out there. It's not published yet.” Andy helplessly turned a white eye and didn't forget to tell me.

“Don't worry, I printed it myself, and I'm only at home, not taking it out...” He took his phone out of his side, picked a suitable angle, photographed the book with the Hunger Games (II) script on it and the white tui holding her, focused on her pressing Andy's mo.

“Click--”

Andy looked up at Ivana, listening only to another shutter sound, seeing Ivana smiling like a little fox eating something, lifting her phone, seemed to think of something, giggling and smiling.

Andy pulled the corner of his mouth and kept pressing it. She glanced at him and laughed helplessly: "You really... Forget it, have fun. ”

“Thank you, darling, I'm just mad, but she updated her Facebook again today, this time with a picture of her neck Jia under ye, and you're holding her waist...” Ivana sat up and kissed Andy in the face, then more and more angry, drumming red chun, a pair of beautiful eyes flashing something called anger.

Andy had a black line coming out of his forehead, and Nima, the woman who tore her apart, really dared to put any photograph out there. He had that photograph, taken when he was 15 years old, in the pool. The problem was that Amanda had sent yu by then, although a little small, she was wearing a swimsuit. Nima's, what a crazy woman.

Watching the novel throw away, running barefoot into the bedroom to update the back of Ivana's Facebook, he couldn't help but touch his chin, his mouth revealed a faint smile, and his eyes glowed bright and bright, but this expression showed no apprehension at all, but made people feel that he was happy with everything that was happening.

Ivana grinned and uploaded a picture of Xiu En Love, then typed the title, "The happiest thing is that when you're tired, your lover helps you relieve fatigue by pressing mo.” Humming softly, the mouse clicked on the post.

Since Ivana and Amanda tore it online, Facebook is now very lively. Registered users are no longer restricted to students at school. A large number of Internet users have begun to sign up for Facebook to see the lively Hawgate Gold tore for a brilliant man in the 13th World War.

As soon as Ivana's Facebook was updated, she had a message, more than a dozen messages each time she refreshed, and soon hundreds of messages passed.

Andy's brain powder is really a lot, and most of them are female fans, and they haven't ripped Ivana off two days a day, bitch, and Birch and all that can be found after almost every Facebook Ivana has ever had.

Looking at one of the messages, Ivana laughed happily and her purpose was fulfilled.

“Was I the only one who found out? What Ivana has in her hands is not a novel from the Hunger Games that hasn't been published yet... God, I'm a little jealous of her. Not only can I see unpublished novels, but the author is pinching Jiao for her! ”

“Bichi, Bichi, Bichi... How dare you let our Andy pinch you to death, Beech... ”

“Tsk, can anyone tell me how many years Ivana's tui can play? ”

“Dream upstairs, that's the JI of New York's # 1 beautiful tui, envious of Andy being free to wander. ”

“I'm going to Amanda now, and I want to know how big Amanda's psychological shadow is... “

Amanda hugged the notebook, her pretty face was slightly red, her eyes became very dangerous, her eyes were chilling, she bit the powder chun, she grunted coldly, her hands slammed on the keyboard, she didn't hesitate to click on the post, the internet people saw Amanda's update, she couldn't help but "wow“, her face unconsciously revealed such a bad laugh.

”Boys, do you remember your first wen subjects? I feel good, Andy. “