King of Hollywood

The City of Angels is glorious at night, and the lights on Beverly Hills still proclaim the city's prosperity, even though it doesn't feel as scaly as the skyscrapers of New York City.

With the largest film industry in the world, it makes brilliant stars every year, and this is Hollywood. Every year, countless handsome men and women flock in search of their own opportunities, American, world, eager to become big stars who are worshipped or held or noble or individualized.

As long as they can be famous, as long as they can stand and even grow in this drunken Hollywood place, they don't mind giving anything? Wait, you said they were doing it for the movie business? Of course, everyone would say that, wouldn't they?

Hilton Hotel's golden hall is home to a moderate-sized wine party, and Universal is celebrating its new movie sale, so even though the moderate-sized hall is still home to stars of all sizes and sizes. From time to time, as in the past, people leave in pairs, and the noise outside just masks the movement of some of the rooms inside.

As the exhilarating wheeze slowed down, the room finally calmed down completely, and the sound of Sysoro dressed again sounded a few minutes later. Perhaps because it was too intense before, the Armani suit was rubbed a little wrinkly, and the newest Chanel evening outfit was in danger of breaking apart, unfortunately.

“You're so charming, Miss Barrymore.” As men tidy their clothes and gaze satisfactorily at the fascinating half of the woman's clothes * *,

“You can call me Drew, Adrian.” A woman's voice carries a dull voice that is characteristic of * * and has a temptation that no one can speak of. After wiping away what had to be left on her face because she had forgotten to do something, she put down her dressing mirror and accidentally re-uploaded her belt for the evening.

Although all previous makeup has been wiped off, that facial doll doesn't look like it smells good. And that youthful demon body, you can never describe it as sexy.

Drew Barrymore, a great example of Hollywood becoming famous and then falling. She started showing up on TV at 11 months old because of that cute little girl in Spielberg's "et," and then became a star after winning the Golden Globe Awards for several movies.

However, the pressure of young adulthood led her to start drinking alcohol at the age of 11, smoking and smoking marijuana at the age of 12, experimenting with cocaine at the age of 13, and eventually having to be sent to rehab by her mother. Fortunately, she has a big director as a godfather, and is now reclaiming her acting career to perform some premature, sexy, and fussy roles, much like she is now.

“You can call me Ed, Drew.” Adrian, dressed up, reached out to Barrymore.

“Frankly, this is my best time, Ed.” Drew stood up with his hand and smiled. He looked particularly hooked on that innocent doll's face, "I'm almost obsessed with you. ”

“Me too.” Adrian smiled and squeezed her hand down on her butt.

Of course he wouldn't believe it. Everyone would say something nice. Everyone knew it was just a scene. Nevertheless, this feisty woman still has a very pleasant taste, with skilled skills and a beautiful 17-year-old body.

Wine parties and parties are really good places, which feels great and can be done a few more times in the future. Always smiling and helping Drew tidy up his clothes, Adrian thought so from time to time.

By the time I get back to 90 years, everything will be different and Hollywood will be in my hands!

The story starts a year and a half ago.

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Dry, Zhang Haoxiang climbed out of bed, covered his mouth and patted his chest for a while before returning to God.

Damn, I think I drank too much. With a slightly painful head, he wiped his face and woke himself up, followed him out of bed and walked into the bathroom with dim light.

Pfft, just turned on the light and Zhang Haoxuan stunned because a strange face appeared in the mirror above the sink. The brown curly hair, black eyes at the bottom of the lake, and the stiff lines of the five officials seem to be carved out with a knife, while at the same time having a special sense of softness from the East, tall and thick chest, except for the extra young, with the smell of a little white face from the West.

Looking at the mirror for five minutes, Zhang Haoxuan turned around and walked out of the bathroom to go back to bed, whimpering: “Wipe, still fucking dreaming. ”

However, after laying in bed for less than two seconds, he suddenly bounced up and rushed into the bathroom, turning on the lights and looking into the mirror in horror.

“This, this... what the fuck... what's going on?!” Zhang Haoxuan constantly touched his face in horror, the feeling coming from his hand and the action of the man in the mirror all told him that this Western man was himself!

“Wipe... me... possessed through?” As a guy who usually occasionally reads books on the internet, he quickly realizes what's going on, a strange, unspeakable emotion pours into his mind, excited, frightened, or excited.

At this point, a huge pain suddenly appeared in the head, as if a burning iron had been inserted and the brains boiled. Zhang Haoxuan shrugged his head and fell on the floor. He didn't know how long it would take to pause slowly and gasp directly on the floor in the bathroom.

“What just happened?” Zhang Haoxiang sat up somewhat unbeknownst. The pain was so bad that now suddenly nothing happened, and there was no clear feeling in his head after the blow. There is a bit of stickiness under the nose, it is actually nosebleeds when you touch it with your hands!

He stood up and looked in the mirror. He was right. There was silk blood under his nose, and one of them was almost in the corner of his mouth. Wasn't that a memory restructuring? Zhang Haoxuan suddenly remembered a movie he had seen before called The Butterfly Effect.

After a few seconds of reflection, he closed his eyes and remembered, then opened them immediately after swallowing his saliva, his forehead sweating a little dizzy. The original owner of this body is Adrian. Colwell, 23, is a dude who eats, drinks and plays on his parents' estate, and most importantly, it's 1990!

Mrs. Gaylon feels that Adrian is very unusual today. She wanders around in her pajamas all day in a trance in the villa. Sometimes a few words will pop up in her mouth that she doesn't understand. It's very rude to meet her for half a day to think of her name. She always paddles in the plate and doesn't send it to her mouth when she eats.

But the most unusual thing is, he's not going anywhere! You know, he would never come back if he didn't go out and get drunk and hang out till dawn.

“I'm really fine, Mrs. Galen, really.” That's what Adrian said when he sent her out, and he deliberately used two “real” words to accentuate his tone.

“Okay, Mr. Adrian, I'll go back first," Mrs. Galen said, "I sincerely suggest you go to the hospital and see if you have any after-effects. ”

“I will.” The smile nodded and she was relieved when she left the villa.

“It's... like a dream.” Adrian, or Zhang Haoxiang, grabbed his head and took a day to sort things out and adapt to the environment, and now he's finally ready.

Like I said, is this Adrian? The Kowell guy, a dude who relies on his parents for his living, died in an air crash about two years ago, leaving a total worth of over 10 million, of which about 6 million are stocks and funds, followed by a few pricey villas - such as the one he now lives in worth at least 4 million.

According to Adrian's memory, his family should be very wealthy, and his parents used to take him to premium drinks parties. Unfortunately, because he always spends his time out there, making trouble, learning from childhood - the piano, the guitar and all kinds of books he reads are almost all for women, and the rest of his grades are unbearable, even going to Stanford is spending money going in and spending money. So the parents suddenly made a separate will, donated most of the estate to the charity fund, and changed the will less than six months before they encountered an air crash, which made it impossible for Adrian to try to change himself.

Though it's good to be a millionaire, it's not hard to spend a lifetime managing small fortunes. Just dropping a bomb in a wealthy neighborhood like Los Angeles, where 80 percent of all people die are millionaires, is not enough money, not to mention that Adrian was used to spending wine and wine.

So in addition to buying drunk or buying drunk in the last two years - he's not as big and careless as he used to be - unfortunately, yesterday, after coming home drunk, he came up with a sudden desire to fix the broken headlights himself, and as a result...

“What a pathetic and unfortunate guy.” Sitting on the couch watching TV Zhang Haoxuan sighed as he tasted French Bordeaux wine, saying that although it seemed a little too much, it couldn't be changed, could it?

Anyway, I inherited everything from him - identity, life. From now on, I'll be Adrian. Cowell's up. Zhang Haoxuan shrugged his shoulders and stood up and walked to the floor window, stretching his lazy waist. So, what can you do now?

Though not on Beverly Hills, the villa is close by, watching Los Angeles with a bright downhill light. The sound of hip-hop came from the TV behind it, Disney's home channel, playing a full-age TV movie.

Zhang Haoxuan, still thinking, licked the corner of his mouth, a feeling of excitement that never existed, suddenly covered the entire body, and the surge of adrenaline made him tremble slightly.

Hollywood! He squinted his eyes and read the word.