King of Hollywood

“No, no, no, no, Ms. Rice, please listen to me, okay? I still insist.” Adrian walks back and forth in his room, talking on the phone, and through the window you can see the bright night view of the New York lights.

Something so similar happened, something completely different. The woman who spoke to Adrian, Annie? Rice, yes, the author of Night Visit Vampires. She called at this time because she was very dissatisfied, because Adrian was going to get Tom? Cruz stars Lester.

“I know what you're worried about, Ms. Rice, and I understand how you feel, because I've also published several novels. I know that a piece is like the author's child, and if someone wants to change its image as they please, or even the exact opposite of the author's setting, the author must be unacceptable. But Tom's problem is far from that, and he's not famous for acting, but that doesn't prove he can't play well. I know the character's prototype is Rutger? Hal, but he's definitely not for the show right now, is he?” Adrian's mouth is always smiling.

“Well, Ms. Rice, you still live in New Orleans, right? I'm directing a movie in New York, and I'm going back to Los Angeles for a while, and you can come with me to Los Angeles, and I'll prove that Tom is a good choice.” He ended up saying that.

It's over, Annie? After Rice's call, Adrian grew out of breath and threw the phone into bed, and from a production standpoint, he didn't have to consider too many Rice's opinions. However, the other party still has some influence in the literary community and a lot of connections in the publishing community, so it's not a big deal to show respect. Besides, Rice would certainly be satisfied that Adrian was convening the "original squad horse”.

Out of the bedroom, I found a bottle of soda water in the fridge for two sips, and Adrian was going back to rest. It stopped two steps later and moved its gaze to the door of the other bedroom.

Though Charlize's face hasn't been cold or hot on him for a while, she moved back after Monica left, reminded by Adrian, indicating that her heart wasn't as cold as the surface.

Adrian looked up and looked at the time. She should not be asleep by now, so can we talk to her? He came to the door and tried to knock, but hesitated for a few seconds before dropping it again. Finally, he put his hand on the door handle and twisted, seemingly without locking the door, so... Adrian didn't hesitate to open the door and then, the next second, he opened his mouth and looked incredibly at the situation in the room.

Charlize was sitting on a bench in the bedroom, still wearing a white cord vest and leggings, except that his legs were “m” shaped and his tall, raised legs showed the shape of his hand. One shoulder strap of the vest was spread over his arms, and the rabbit had been completely exposed, and his other hand was placed on top of the rabbit, and his middle finger pressed the pink grape impartially.

Grey green eyes and bright red lips were slightly open, with an intoxicating face filled with * * cravings, already covered with fine sweat beads, many parts of the vest were wet, even Adrian could hear her seductive heavy breathing and, if not, moaning at the door.

Finally, Charlize hasn't been completely deep into * * yet, although the reaction has slowed down, but after a few seconds of hesitation, Adrian was found standing at the door, and suddenly a great sense of shame penetrated his body. She's angry, she wants to drink, she wants to reprimand, but all she can do is keep her posture slightly trembling.

“I didn't mean to…" Adrian said with some embarrassment that, even with some backlight, he was able to see Charlize's face more or less clearly, and this time it seemed a bit serious.

Then, an enlightenment came out of his heart, his eyes lit up, and he closed the door and locked it, walking toward Charlize.

“You... no...” Charlize trembled, his face was covered with anger and embarrassment, but as Adrian approached, she quickly became frightened, and she couldn't resist at all. Adrian simply lifted her up and flipped her, and finally knelt on one leg in the chair with her hands behind her back.

“Damn, you bastard, you can't do this," Charlize finally called out a complete word, but Adrian didn't want to do a little foreplay kissing her back neck, and then a waist limb went deep into that already wet place.

At first, Charlize was half-resistant and cursed in his mouth, but as Adrian went deeper into control of the rhythm, he soon had to climb into the chair and moan.

When the sun spilled through the windows into the tall building of Big Apple, this heralded the arrival of a new day, a beautiful day for New York in the temperate continental climate of the East Coast, where many people began to get up, brush, eat breakfast, and work. Of course, it's not all like that, there are places where the morning is different from most people, like an apartment on a street in Brooklyn.

“Hey, Charlie, stop it, it's not funny.” The young man ran from the bedroom to the living room, dodging and shouting, while Red Luo stood down with only one pair of underwear all over his body, without any sense of shame. Instead, he had a smile of humility and tone on his face.

Then a woman of good age who was also red luo with her body cold face, grabbed the pillow full of killing and chased the man, regardless of the * light that leaked, there was a great feeling of never stopping killing the man.

After a few more bangs, Adrian finally grabbed Charlize's hand: "Okay, Charlie, let's go. ”

Charlize struggled a few times and couldn't get away with it. He immediately threw the pillow out of his hand and hit him with his other hand. Adrian had to throw away her underwear and grabbed her hand and dragged it in a helpless tone: “Cha ~ Li ~"

“Don't call me that." Charlize's voice was a little sharp because of anger, "you bastard, look what you've done. Is there anything else in your head? What else can you do besides that?"

“There's still a lot I can do, like make a movie or write a script or something.” Adrian hippie smiled and said, "Don't you see, Charlie, I'm helping you. ”

“Help me? ”

“Of course, to help you solve your boring, tasteless sex life, don't you? Oh, I remember how excited you were last night when you hung me up yelling ‘* * * * me’ and how much craving you had in your tone. ”

Charlize's face suddenly turned blue and white, waving her arms angrily to beat him up, but Adrian grabbed her wrist so tightly that she couldn't get what she wanted. It's just that they were so tight, and they didn't wear any clothes, they inevitably reacted in the friction.

“Here you go again." Her eyes opened when she felt the motion down there. Her anger had accumulated to a point, so she waved her fists without thinking.

“Ah” Adrian screamed immediately, dropping Charlize's hand and taking a few steps backwards, bending his back against the wall with his eyes covered, as if he was in unusual pain.

Charlize looked at Adrian with his fist blindly and his eyes covered and moaning. How could he not believe that he punched him so easily and hit him impartially in the eye?

This contrast allowed her to beam for about a few dozen seconds, then squatted down somewhat panicked and grabbed Adrian's shoulder, asking carefully: "Are you... are you okay, Ed? I... I'm not...”

“Hissing… I think… I may need a wet towel…" Adrian made a hissing sound, with his eyes still covered, but finally straightened his waist.

Charlize wanted to say something else, but when he saw that huge thing waving around in front of himself as he straightened his body, he dismissed the idea and stood up. She lifted Adrian onto the couch and threw his clothes out in the bedroom before going to the bathroom to rub the towel for Adrian in her pajamas.

Even at this point, Charlize still has a feeling of ignorance. Did you really punch him? You actually punched him yourself? This morning... this is so weird.

Adrian glanced around, whether deputy director Masterson or makeup artist Gina, or any other assistant, theatre man or Renault, and looked at him with a serious and dangerous face, even Natalie had a small face, as if something had happened.

He couldn't help but sigh and smile. “Well, laugh if you want to. ”

A few seconds later, I don't know who made the mumbling noise first, then it was like lighting a fuse, everyone in the house didn't have to laugh. The most implicit was Renault, who lowered his head and shrugged his shoulder; the most arrogant was Natalie, who ran out the first time and still laughed with a small belly hammer at the table after returning.

No wonder they have such a huge reaction, because the dark circle around his left eye almost turned into a circle, and even with a circular drawing, it doesn't really make a circle any rounder than this, which is very strange and very... hilarious.

“How did you end up like this, Ed?” Renault stopped laughing and asked.

“How do I know if I crash into something like this?” Adrian said in an angry tone that some hatred swept around, but the perpetrator is not here right now.

“Why didn't you consider hitting the right side again, which is more symmetrical.” Natalie interrupted and asked, suddenly bringing in a bigger laugh.

Adrian stared at her and provoked her eyebrows. No one would have a good temper if they watched the joke like this. But Natalie made a timely stop gesture and said in an innocent tone: "Laugh if you want to, you say. ”

“I did say that.” Adrian sneered, "so don't worry, I just wanted to remind you that you can get to work."

Natalie had a bad feeling about seeing him like this.

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