American Fortune Life

New York in the dark of winter is not as vibrant as one might imagine, but as cold as steel.

New York spreads like a giant steel beast on the surface. City lights look like steel in a steel furnace, they don't add a qing flavor to the warmth, and strong lights only make people stare.

Upper East Side of Manhattan.

Full of friends, the mixed and conversational wine party was over. Back home, the cheerful hostess of the banquet, without even being able to react, was carried into the bedroom by Andy, a little drunk, and thrown into the trauma...

“Wow, you're really hot tonight... ”

Andy lay on his back on the wound, caressing gently in his arms, JING was exhausted, and his evening gown had completely lost its gorgeous appearance, while Ivana, a beautiful reddish YAN, attached as tight as an octopus to Andy's arms, did not seem to have regained consciousness from the fireworks of the sky.

“Oh, my God, this is such a wonderful day.” Ivana was very happy with everything today, victory, cheer, magnesium lights, focus, center, excellent boyfriend, perfect banquet and the madness that made her fly to heaven...

“Honey, feeling incredibly happy, God is fair, I lost my beautiful childhood, but he gave me the best boyfriend in the world, Andy, and I love you... ”

Andy's drowning hands gently touched Ivana's beautiful red face and looked at her lost eyes and said, "I love you too... ”

“Mm-hmm."

Ivana felt Andy, who lived in her body, change again and was forced to bite red chun, her eyes misty and her eyes silky.

“But I don't usually say it, I just do it! Let's go on... ”

The next morning, Andy slammed a lazy beating and tightened his perfect delicate body in his arms, becoming the best hunter in the world, enjoying the claws of Lochsan, as he was used to sleeping naked.

“Phew ~”

“Good morning, darling. ”

Also a lazy, tired face, Ivana was passively woken up, her eyes almost bent into moon teeth, and she turned around and Andy kissed her, saying hello.

“Honey, you are so charming, you always make me unable to control my YW... ”

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Aren't you flying to London today? Good boy!”

Ivana naturally knows the extent of her boyfriend's livestock. She doesn't want to be unable to do anything today. She can only rest at home. After all, her work is also very important. She can't take time off all day because she can't do anything wrong.

Andy looked at one of them unfortunately and jumped off the wound, wearing a nightgown, and sighed: “I'm glad I played enough last night, or I'm dead! ”

Ivana had an unusual red summer on her pretty face, and she looked at her boyfriend with a bad smile on her face and turned around a little bit and walked into the bathroom.

“Hey, hey... Wait for me, let's wash together... ”

“Don't be ridiculous, ah--”

Once again, the bathroom shouted delightfully. Half an hour later, Ivana's little face was red and angry, and she came out with a towel wiping her pretty face, ignoring that she was still whistling comfortably in the bathroom, twisting her back and dancing happily, Andy.

After breakfast, Andy took Ivana and packed his things, sent Ivana to work first, and the two of them held wen in the car and got tired of it for a while before Ivana could leave.

Looking at Ivana's back, still smiling sweetly, gracefully and waving pictures of her, Andy smiled slightly, raised the car glass, nodded her head, and the car slowly drove off the side of the road.

At Kennedy Airport in New York, Andy boarded a private flight to London accompanied by a group of bodyguards and assistants, Tory Blake, and two other young FU assistants.

In Los Angeles Hollywood, where the influence of a major 70-day screenwriter strike continues to ferment, Hollywood actors join in, putting the whole of Hollywood at a standstill, while BO and many lower level writers, a large number of writers have been cut off by film companies, making things even more complicated.

First the Golden Globe Awards came under strike, then Grammy came under boycott and had a long way to go. The fate of the 80th Oscar-style boat is uncertain, but it does not mean that the annual Oscars are left cold, and it has been argued that the athletes do not attend the Olympics, just as they do not. The busy entertainment scene is always boiling, never without the hustle and bustle.

With sunglasses, long black hair scattered, Monica Belucci in a big red and black dot fishtail dress with a slim waist long-sleeved dress, gracefully graced with a white coffee cup, she was used to taking pictures of the dogs outside the window and those greedy eyes in the cafe.

The slim waisted dress that outlines her kua section and her unparalleled arrogance on the upper perimeter makes almost any man covet three feet, elegant, charming and approachable, with a distinctive ripe rhyme that is unforgettable.

Her agent sitting opposite her is looking at her with some helpless eyes. For Monica, her agent also has a very headache. After all, Monica's position in Hollywood has passed at the height of Hollywood, and now she can only count as a second-class international movie star, not yet the kind of Hollywood star. After all, Monica does not have many good scripts available, and the European market cannot be lost. This gives her a guaranteed international reputation, but in Hollywood, the price of a movie company is not high.

Especially after she got married, Hollywood was like closing the door to her, leaving only one window to maintain her reputation.

“Monica, who are we waiting for? It's been half an hour, and they're late... ”

“It's not that the other party is late, it's not the agreed time, I just want to come in early and have a quiet cup of Blue Mountain coffee. Why, are you doing something else? I see you've been looking at time.“ Monica powder se's red chun flickered with her sunglasses eyes flashing with a funny smile, she knew these brokers were in the city and could benefit them, they would give themselves as God, and if they couldn't, another pair of faces would show up.

Her position in Hollywood has been on a downward trend over the years, and every year is worse than the year, there are fewer films with female roles, good scripts, if not very special circumstances, in Europe like hers, it is difficult for a female star running on both sides of Hollywood to get, that is, some vase female characters, to choose her for the European box office.

She's better, also an international female star, than she is in the French rose Sophie Marzo, which is often compared by the media.

“No, for you, it's my only job, and I've been invited to a couple of mirrors... ”

“Oh, no, we're waiting for someone to come.” Monica took off the sunglasses on her face, a beautiful pair of eyes, and watched the middle-aged man slowly pounding at them behind the broker.

“Who?” the woman broker looked back and couldn't help but make her eyes brighter, saying that very few people in Hollywood nowadays don't know the slightly fat man who walked in, Fatty Carl, that former Andy Smith broker, now a big Hollywood figure, and his story is already a legend in the broker community.

He couldn't help but give up on his already corrupt employer, and eventually his employer turned around, and his little figure rose to heaven, becoming a true power class in Hollywood.

“Oh, my God, Monica, why didn't you tell me you were meeting with Mr. Carl... ”

“Oh, what, is he famous?” Monica doesn't know about Carl's recent Rose Life, which made Carl so popular in Hollywood.

“The best actress at the Marion Golden Globe Awards is his PR. I heard that the best actress at the Oscar is probably Marion, and now he's a Hollywood character, and a lot of people want to meet him, and a lot of people say he's going to be the next Harvey. ”

“Really?” Monica's eyes twinkled slightly, her mouth curled, a faint smile on her face, gracefully stood up and looked at Carl, who had found her and walked over quickly, reaching out her little hand.

“Hello, Mrs. Belucci, nice to meet you, I'm Carl... ”

“Hello, Mr. Cal, just call me Monica. This is my agent Hannah. ”

Carl glanced at the smiling woman agent and nodded slightly, turning her face into a friendly smile and said to Monica: "Sorry, traffic jammed up the road and delayed it for a while, didn't keep you waiting. ”

“Oh, no, please sit down.” Monica naturally knows why the middle-aged man in front of her uses this attitude towards herself, and it seems that the fat Carl in front of her is really the heart of that little bastard.

After all, things between her and the little bastards are a little too unbelievable to explain to her this low profile if she doesn't know what their relationship is, big Hollywood figures like Carl.

The more shocked Hannah looked at the woman agent beside her, the more she knew about Fatty Carl's fame, the more stunned she was by the cold conversation between her employer and Carl in front of her.