King of Hollywood

In the United States or North America, the most popular sport is not football, which is rugby, although it is not very popular around the world, it is unusually sought after in North America. Almost everyone has their favorite team, and going to the field on weekends or watching football at home is something that every family does. And in college, a great quarterback on the football team doesn't have to worry about finding a girlfriend.

The annual Super Bowl, or Rugby Final, is also more festive than Independence Day, and singers who are invited to sing in the Super Bowl are not only a sign of fame, but also quite helpful in raising visibility and popularity, Michael? Jackson sang more than once on the stage in the Super Bowl.

Thus, the Grand League of Rugby is also the most prominent organization in American sports, with the status of MP + in Hollywood, and even presidential candidates have to work hard on the big league boss during the general election.

The second place is baseball, which, although not as highly sought after as rugby, is much better than rugby's rough muscle collision when those upscale athletes don't mind taking their children to the baseball court, sitting high and watching the game with a telescope.

The third and fourth is basketball and hockey. The two sports are basically flat, except that basketball has always been susceptible to some perverts, and people who can come in a state of one to five, just like football, are very much in line with American personal heroism, so they are a little ahead of the list. Like now, with Michael? Jordan moves toward the goal of the Triple Crown, with basketball hidden beyond baseball becoming North America's second most popular sport.

Hockey also inherits the kind of muscle beating view of rugby, wearing thick armor-like protective clothes fighting hard on a small field, easy to attract attention, and how to get that little ball into each other's net is both a test of strength and skill, so it's also very popular. Probably because you want to combine the two ends, but instead of the sport of kung fu in only one way, you become a cushion.

But anyway, these four sports are the most popular sports in North America, so it's a great choice for friends or couples to come to the stadium for a weekend.

“It's against the rules." As the audience mocked loudly, Julia screamed with her hands rolled into a cylinder. Although her hat was very low, Adrian could totally imagine her excited expression.

Just a minute ago, a member of the Detroit Red Wings made a more covert offensive move, slamming the close-knocked Los Angeles Kings player with his knees, then shooting the ball into the door, and the referee failed to make a decision because he was blocked from sight, so the audience around him began to coax.

Adrian didn't buy tickets to the box because he wanted to feel a more direct atmosphere, he did it with Julia dressed in a costume. Although Julia looked very flat in the beginning, she began to get excited as the pace of the game became fierce, screaming and screaming at Adrian's arm along the way.

So, after seeing the unfairness of the referee and facing such a warm atmosphere, she couldn't help but scream, not caring at all about the possibility of being recognized.

“That's right, it's against the rules," Adrian said, waving her arms out loud as well.

Honestly, he doesn't really like to vent his emotions with this kind of behavior. In his view, this is a lack of homemade behavior. After merging the memories of two generations, he prefers to be a person who stays calm and rational at all times, and can look at everything coldly, so that he can better analyze the nature of things on the basis of prediction, and thus achieve the goals he wants.

But that doesn't mean he can't be fanatical with the audience. You know, it's dating now, and the audience is starting to get excited about where you're sitting, and you're not going to go on?

“Hell, if it wasn't for that referee mistake, how could the Kings lose the game," Julia said as she walked out of the hockey parlor, angry at the outcome of the game.

Adrian wanted to say that even if the referee didn't make that mistake, the Kings were more than 70 percent likely to lose, and the Red Wings had shot far more than the Kings before. But Julia, currently grumpy, is obviously on the Kings' side, so it's better to throw it behind her head.

“Yeah, it was this miscalculation that caused the Kings to lose their morale and succeed in breaking the goal several times by the Red Wings.” He just said it in the end.

“I think the King's team should make representations to the Magistrates' Committee, or else this injustice might happen again someday.” Julia's tone is still a little fierce, just like those Kings fans around her.

“Well, let's calm down, don't you want to see something like 'Julia' in tomorrow's paper? Roberts is pissed off when he's in a bad mood, right?” Adrian haha grinned and grabbed her arm, "Let's go somewhere else and have some fun and throw away the discomfort.”

The two then went to the nightclub to relax, during which Julia had to count down a few referees from time to time, and Adrian naturally added a lot of comfort and fun to Julia's smile.

“You know, Ed, every time I go out with you, it's easy, really... weird.” Julia walked on the flower table with her arms stretched out and swayed, saying that while the wide trench coat covered her figure, it was also attractive from the back when it expanded so well.

“Careful, Julie.” Adrian hurriedly grabbed her as she glanced at her and almost slipped down.

“It's okay, I'm okay, it's just... a little excited.” Julia grabbed his arm and said with a smile, staring at him for half an hour and suddenly not smiling over her head: “I think it's time for me to go back. ”

“Well, I'll give you a lift.” Adrian didn't say anything else.

The two of them came to the parking lot, fastened their seatbelts before Julia opened her mouth: “I have an independent villa in Santa Monica, take me there, I think I saw a reporter nearby when you picked me up today. ”

“Happy to help.” Adrian nodded and started the car towards Santa Monica.

All the way to their cell phones. ooh. Still nothing to say, Adrian focused on driving, and Julia looked out into the street and never turned around. It took Adrian about 20 minutes to get Julia out of her little villa in Santa Monica because of the late hour and the good road conditions in Los Angeles.

“So, that's it...” Julia, who stood outside the villa door for a few minutes, lowered her head and played with the keys, but was interrupted by Adrian before she finished: "Don't invite me in for a seat? ”

The other party looked at her with a glimpse of aggression, making her suddenly feel a sense of indifference and panic.

“Um... okay.” Julia said it almost subconsciously.

Open the door into the living room, turn on the wall lights, the slightly dim living room looks quite affectionate, the setting is simple but harmonious at the same time, the glass door is facing the small garden, giving a sense of peace.

“When I'm in a bad mood, I come here and sit quietly on the couch looking out at the view, or do dozens of minutes of yoga on the floor to calm myself down.” Julia said as she took off her coat.

“Nice pastime, but I prefer to go to the gym and work out, not only to get rid of my worries with sweat, but also to stay in shape.” Adrian picked up her coat and hung it on her hanger.

Julia glanced at him and sat down on the couch for a few minutes, but after Julia took out a bottle of champagne, the atmosphere began to warm up and the laughter slowly increased.

“I don't think so, you're a cunning argument and you're starting to cunning again, Ed..." Julia doesn't remember how many times she laughed, but this time she suddenly noticed the two of them seemed a little close before. At first she sat on a couch and Adrian sat on a single couch, but now Adrian is close.

“So, where did I argue, Julie?” Adrian smiled and looked at her with an unknown light in her eyes.

“Um... excuse me for a moment.” Julia put the long neck cup in her hand on the coffee table and hurried into the bathroom when she got up.

“Damn, what the hell are you thinking?” Julia held her hands on the sink table, staring into the mirror and asking herself, "You took the champagne out. ”

It seemed like Adrian didn't order alcoholic beverages at the club before, because he said he was driving. And now Julia comes out with champagne, and although it's a pitiful little alcohol, the meaning of it is self-evident.

“He had an official girlfriend, and...” Julia mumbled over her forehead, gazing for a few minutes, suddenly lifting her chest, plundering her hair in the mirror, then unbuttoning several buttons on her shirt, lifting her * * trembling again, twirling twice and walking to the door.

“So what? It's not like I haven't seen a man, it's Hollywood, just for once..." Julia shrugged her shoulders and didn't go on, opening the door back to the living room.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” Julia sat down on the couch again and smiled softly at Adrian, making her look more charming than before when she let go completely.

“It doesn't matter, many times, waiting is worth it.” Adrian smiled and kissed her iconic mouth with her face without waiting for her to speak.

Julia started with two whimpers, and then began to respond with a warm response. The whimper kept ringing. Adrian's hands began to swim over her as she unbuttoned her shirt, and Julia also reached out and pulled the belt on his waist.

Putong, Adrian pressed Julia onto the couch, and so they hit each other underneath, but Julia could totally feel it, making a longing moan.

Yet just as Adrian was preparing for further action, she suddenly grabbed his shoulder: “Ed... you have a girlfriend...”

Adrian froze and laughed. Julia seemed to be refusing, but her legs, which had been plated on his waist, were clearly a reminder: I don't want to wait any longer.

“Forget it.” He leaned down, containing two points that emerged from the bra being pulled down.

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