American Fortune Life

“Find a teacher to practice your English spoken language during this time, and make sure the general communication is guaranteed. Otherwise, even going to Hollywood is dumb and blind. ”

Stepping out of the hot pot store, some of Zhao Zicheng tidied his coat collar while recommending to Qingchuan next door.

“Okay, Brother Zhao.” Qingchuan smiled with two red spots on his cheek.

“Oh, what a coincidence, Zicheng, look over there... ”

Zhao Zicheng, who was joking with Qingchuan, was attracted to the attention by the sudden smile and words of Jia Sister beside him. After a glance at Jia Sister, he looked suspiciously at several people standing next to several cars on the street.

With slight eyes, Zhao Zicheng couldn't help but change his face. He was dressed in a golden lock with a leopard fur coat. He was dressed brilliantly, smiling with a sweet face and wearing a grey jacket, surrounded by a blue red scarf. He was an artist-inspired elderly foreigner and said he was laughing.

While finishing the hat, the foreigner also helped put the hat behind him, Daxiu gentleman style, the elderly foreigner also patted the shoulder of the gold lock, the two appeared to be familiar.

“Yeah, what a coincidence. I'll go say hello.” Zhao Zicheng smiled and said to Jia later, then walked over.

Jia nodded with a smile and smiled at Qingchuan around her: “This one is also really immune. To be honest, we really should learn about speculation. ”

“Oh, forget it, I'm already in the dark, and I'm not going to die in the dark.” Qingchuan reached out and grabbed Jia's arm, joking that a pair of beautiful eyes had been looking at the golden lock that was joking with Zhao Zicheng and the foreign old man who was starting to look a little arrogant, but soon smiling face and Zhao Zicheng's cold face.

“You, you're just too strong.” Jia looked helplessly at a smile and sighed with a slight glow of Qingchuan.

“I am just disgusted that those who do not want to be compared, especially those who cannot forgive themselves, will have the courage to go on only if they are better and stronger than her!” Qingchuan smiled on his face and looked very sweet, but his eyes were incredibly firm.

“Oh, this little Zhao is really...” Looking at sending the foreigner away, he continued to stand with the gold lock and said something, and took out Zhao Zicheng's cell phone, Jia Sister couldn't help but squint her eyes and curl her mouth, revealing a faint cold smile.

“ Well, well, I'll wait for your message, thank you. ”Hanging up the phone, Zhao Zicheng looked reddish with a smile and a drunken golden lock shook his head with a smile.

“What's the matter, Brother Zhao, is there a problem?” Smart as a golden lock, he naturally sees the strangeness in Zhao Zicheng's expression, slightly frowned and asked softly.

“Nothing, the news from Hollywood is that you said the novel Red Nightingale didn't sell the right to publish, and you didn't hear that the great director Oliverstone was going to make the film, and more importantly that the glorious director of the past and the downfall of Harvey Weinstein was a hillbilly, so... ”

Hearing Zhao Zicheng's words, Golden Lock would have had a slight stiffness on her beautiful face, very embarrassed to reach out and stroke her hair in the wind, and then smiled slightly bitterly: “Thank you, Brother Zhao, otherwise you would really be fooled. When drinking, she also said to hold me to Hollywood. Heh, the entertainment world is the same! ”

“Well, anyway, he didn't lose anything. He came to hide from the Hollywood Dynasty. He was previously involved in Operation Hollywood" Operation Witch ". He was named by the actress to complain about Xing harassment, that is, cheating, cheating and drinking. He was out of date two years ago in Hollywood. Well, there are people waiting for me, so go back. ”

“Thanks anyway, Brother Zhao. ”

Zhao Zicheng nodded slightly, said nothing more, waved, turned to Jia Sister and Qingchuan, but the expression on his face became much cooler, he knew that the heart of Golden Lock was big and wild, but what happened tonight caused him a slight discomfort, he didn't want to turn the good things of kissing the boss's ass into bad things on horseshoes.

At the same time, luxury apartment in Seoul Chiang Tan Cave, a stick country.

Han Caiying, dressed in a thick nightgown, stood up in front of the dresser, walked to the side of the wound to lift the quilt, leaned against the pillow, watched as she lay beside her and was making a mask. Han Jiaying, carefully read with a script, was forced to curl her mouth, and a pair of beautiful eyes became moon teeth.

“Oh, before I spoke to the King of Demons on the phone, I told him about you, guess what he said? ”

Han Jia's delicate body was slightly stiff, her white fingers trembled slightly, her eyes were wide open, her white face under the mask was almost like a fire, her heart panicked abnormally, she didn't know what to say.

Han Caiying looked at Han Jiaying, who had already blushed to the neck, and she giggled, reaching over her shoulder, and shouted: “You, you're all short of FU, your face is still so thin. He heard me say that you would come to the party this time too, he was very happy, and I even heard him swallow KOU water, giggling, it seems he has been snorting at you for a long time! ”

“Owney, I...” Han Jia shyly lowered her head, and the red xia on her neck became brighter and brighter.

“All right, time's up, take off the mask.” Speaking, Han Caiying smiled and removed the mask from Han Jia's face. Then he kissed her on her bright white face, causing Han Jia to only laugh bitterly and become more shy.

Watching his eyes go astray, YU v. Still shy, delicate, beautiful like a fairy who doesn't eat fireworks, Han Caiying wholeheartedly sighed: “What impeccable beauty. ”

“Owney, Owney, you, you don't... Whoo-hoo... ”

After a long time, Han Cai Yingmei's eyes flashed a different color. He looked at his hands and covered his face. Shame on him. The Han Jia man smiled. “Yan Zheng Fung, that piece of crap doesn't know how to cherish you. Ownie loves you. When you get to the United States, it won't be my turn. Damn, that bastard, he will definitely occupy you all the time. He is a cattle. You don't know how powerful he is, he can be used to kill people, you... ”

“Owney, please don't, don't... ”

Ever since Han Caiying let her feel different, Han Jia was completely distorted. Since Yun Zheng started messing around outside, after a long separation, she has been occupied by Han Caiying, and she is still indoctrinating Andy Smith in her ears every day, giving her no huge details of things and every detail and feeling when Andy was with her, it is like completely contaminating Han Jia's inner tradition woman.

“Really like a doll! Hyun-joo, before you go to America this time, let him handle the divorce... ”

“Ah?! ”

Han Jia's eyes were wide open when she was ashamed, her beautiful white face was white, and her expression became tangled with pain.

Han Caiying reached out and caressed her pale cheek. She couldn't help but sigh at Chu Chu, who bit Red Chun closely.

“It's a relief for him, and it's not for you. As long as you don't get divorced, he'll be sealed off forever, and you'll be free. Believe me, Andy is a jerk, but he's a responsible jerk. Live for yourself.

The environment in the Korean entertainment industry is so disgusting, Choi Shin's death made me understand, even if he became famous in Korea, his status would not be improved, it was just some economic companies pleasing high-level play.

You've heard of Zhang Ziyan... Hey, how can those animals have the face to live to this day? ”

When she heard Zhang Ziyan's name, Han Jia's pupils shrunk sharply, her face became frightened and her face grew increasingly pale. She was all in a circle. She was in Little White Flower, and she had heard these horrible things.

The reason why she got married early was not to cut off the minds of some people and turn herself into something for others, but, sadly, she could not escape the circle.

“Going to America, does it make any difference... ”

Hearing Han Jia is helpless, Han Caiying's eyes are burning and some helpless grieving Han Jia is looking at him and saying: “At least he treats us like people, he won't destroy us, he can give us a future, a future for one person, even if it's just his qing woman!

I know a lot of people are talking about me and Sun Yizhen behind my back, but so what, who dares to say in person, who did not meet us Big Congratulations, can you imagine Li in the first place to communicate with us in equal tone?

That's reality, cruel, but real! Because Andy Smith is the one who sleeps with us! ”

Han Jiaying knew very early on that O'Neill had become very crazy. It was not the first time she had heard these words. Although they were not heard almost every day, they were constantly brainwashed like Han Caiying, becoming no longer ostracized. It would also make her fantasize about seeing Andy Smith, and for that reason, she would meet Red Ear and her heart rate would accelerate.

Far away in Seattle, Andy, naturally did not know that Han Caiying, who had been ruined by three spectacles, had given Han Jiaying this little white flower to a completely distorted thing, and even less that Xiao Baihua had been seized by Han Caiying, a crazy woman, and was constantly polluting things.