King of Hollywood

“Hey, honey, you've been in there almost an hour and a half. ”

“Don't worry, it'll be all right. ”

“The last time I said that was 20 minutes ago. ”

“Oh, Ed, you know, patience is virtue. ”

Listening to the drama coming from the inside, Adrian sitting on the couch shrugged his shoulders, and Gwyneth walked right in until now, saying she was ready to impress him.

What takes her so long to prepare? Adrian thought a little depressingly.

Finally, the interior door was opened, and when Gwyneth appeared at the door, even with Adrian's restraint, she was forced by microscopy. She was dressed in beige Victorian ladies' clothing with laces, a large pleated skirt tufted on the floor, beautifully decorated, her chest open very low, those pairs full of squeezed deep ditches, a pair of white long gloves with a feather in the broad hat on her head, like a famous lady on her way to Buckingham Palace for a banquet.

“Wow.” Adrian sighed and then went away, because he didn't know what to say. Gwyneth looked noble and elegant at the time, with her little chin slightly raised and a little stubborn, as if she was very unhappy with the loss, and her grey green eyes were melancholy in her cunning, making her index fingers unbearable.

“Good night, Mr. Adrian. Nice to meet you.” Gwyneth opens her arms and lifts the corner of her skirt for a knee-bending gift, generous and elegant, combined with a deliberate British cavity, as if this were the bedroom of a lady rather than a small town hotel.

“Good night, Miss Gwyneth, I'm sorry to bother you so late.” Even though it was unclear what she wanted to do, Adrian stood up, tidied up her clothes and left herself, saying that it was equally British and gentlemanly.

“It doesn't matter, I've been looking forward to your arrival," Gwyneth walked to the long table, looking at him with some deep meaning, "I heard you just got back from Costa Rica, didn't you? ”

“Yes, the Caribbean doesn't have to be much like the Mediterranean," Adrian said, smiling well into character, "and of course none of this is more beautiful than Miss Gwyneth. ”

“Your language is always so beautiful," Gwennis smiled in the corner of her mouth, "I heard that Costa Rica had many famous specialties, such as large, coarse and juicy bananas, and I wondered if Mr. Adrian had brought some back. ”

In such a ceremonial manner, he spoke such a suggestive language from his mouth that Adrian suddenly took a deep breath. Even after a long battle, he had to feel a little dry.

“I'm sorry, there's only one on me right now for various reasons. Would you like to try it?” He frowned.

“Thank you very much.” Gwyneth knocked on the table, then gracefully pulled the chair and sat down.

Adrian walked over, sat at the table in front of her, and Gwyneth opened his belt and zipper with a smile and pulled it out by reaching out. Adriatic breath, while still breathing through white gloves, doesn't feel as good in touch as it does in direct contact, but this stimulus is much stronger now than before.

Gwyneth looked at Adrian with her head up and buried her head long after playing with a bit of arrogant disobedience. Even so, she maintained her own demeanor as if she were attending a celebrity party at the moment, eating in the most noble and elegant manner.

So dressed and so ceremonial, but so * * doing, and always maintaining this noble and elegant posture, this strong contrast leads to a surge in adrenaline.

Although the room has no sound, only low wheezing and nourishing saliva, the air filled * * is unprecedented.

After a long time, Adrian finally groaned and his body trembled slightly. Slightly looking up so that he could see better what he looked like, Gwyneth stopped moving until he was relieved and sat up straight, but even as she tried to shrug her throat, there was still a slight spill from the corner of her mouth.

Gwyneth, still in her posture, wiped it off with her gloved fingers, plundered some already messy hair and sweat beads under her cap, lifted her red, dripping face out of the water and looked at Adrian.

“Unparalleled?” Probably not completely swallowed, her voice was a little vague, but the desires and expectations in her grey green eyes had not diminished at all.

“Unrivalled," Adrian exclaimed, sincerely.

“Then go on.” Gwyneth said she buried herself again, and the second time officially began.

This was Adrian's happiest evening in London, where he changed his mouth skills, and Gwyneth was obviously quite prepared. She has been trying to keep that noble, elegant, English lady style strong all the time, biting her lips and not moaning out loud, as if they were engraved in bones.

So she never took off her clothes, because Adrian thought it would be offensive if she wore them like this. Besides, she spent almost an hour or so wearing them for someone, always showing some value.

But the price is that this gorgeous outfit ended up being ravaged like Gwyneth, who couldn't even lift her fingers when she finally laid down on a long table and gasped. Adrian initially feared that she was using the crew's prop costume, and later learned that it was customized by her, proving once again that Gwyneth had been plotting it for a long time, but at the same time that she was officially and thoroughly part of his collection.

Over the next two weeks, because of the rainy weather, the crew moved into the studio, although more than a dozen shots could be finished. Adrian is not in a hurry, even if the next time he marries again, he will most likely meet the puppy outside, just take a couple of shots in a short time, and they will not be able to enter the movie scene at will.

“Let me see… well, that's it, I'm always relieved that you do things.” Browsing roughly, Adrian nodded and returned the information to Charlize, who was sitting across the street.

Charlize didn't say anything superfluous, so she got up and left, but Adrian called her: "Wait, Charlie. ”

He was afraid to pat himself on the thigh and looked at her with a smile: "Why don't you sit here and talk to me? You know, it's gonna be a couple of hours before a man gets bored. ”

The two of them are flying on a private plane to New York right now, and while the shooting of Emma is important, and there's a big production waiting for Gwyneth, there's still work to be done, and it won't take long anyway.

Charlize hesitated and eventually sat submissively in Adrian's arms.

“What do you want to talk about?” After glancing at him and taking his hand off his thigh, Charlize was not angry enough to ask.

“Just talk, like, what have you said to Gwynnie lately?” Adrian wasn't angry either, still grinning around her waist and slipping a few points.

“Why, what excitement did she get?” Charlize frowned and asked.

“Well, afterwards, if you want to compare, it's just your office girl.” Adrian answered some of the questions, saying that he was sure Charlize would listen to it with his wisdom, and he would think of something else - that is to say, half the benefits, of course, when to use it and pinch it.

“So I want to know exactly what you told her.” Adrian said his hands closed on her waist and leaned against the back of the chair, and Charlize suddenly fell under his guard and fell back on his chest. If he hadn't grabbed his shoulder in time, he might have fallen on the cabin wall and glanced at him again in anger.

However, this rage didn't last long, and Charlize looked at the end of the cabin and shrugged: “Nothing, just told her that I heard her talking to Kate and found them interesting. ”

“Kate?” Adrian looked at her indissolubly.

“Oh, I forgot,” Charlize's eyes shone a drama, “you have more than one Kate. ”

“Well, I already know who it is," Adrian laughed when she settled in, "and you were all at the best directorial party of the day, and Kate didn't attend because she was pregnant. ”

Charlize whimpered softly and stopped talking.

“Okay, so what did Kate and Gwinnie say?” Adrian immediately asked, not expecting Charlize to give him a crying answer: “How do I know? I just saw them talking. ”

“So you tell Gwynnie you heard them talking?” Adrian deliberately lowered her face to stare at her.

“First of all, I just wanted to test her; secondly, they were really funny when they talked," Charlize provoked her elongated eyebrows, "and the way they looked at each other was like they were born hostile, and although they didn't listen very clearly, words like ‘but so on’ and ‘I understand your mood’ were still discernible, I really don't understand what they were arguing about and what they were arguing about. ”

Nevertheless, her eyes did not blink and she stared at Adrian, although the drama in her eyes had been replaced by ridicule.

However, Adrian, as if she didn't hear it, smiled and said, “Maybe they're just kidding? ”

Without Charlize answering, he waved again immediately: "Well, I don't think I need to ask you what you said to her, in my little Charlie's rhythm, to provoke Gwynnie's emotions. It's a piece of cake -- do you want me to reward you with something? ”

Charlize set his eyes on him and his eyes became complicated and helpless.

“You ever count no, Ed.” She whispered, a little bit of a teeth-cutting smell, "How many women do you have now? It doesn't matter if it's just one night, but what are you doing now? ”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Adrian exaggerated, “my little Charlie got jealous, which is really rare. ”

“I'm seriously discussing one thing with you, Ed," Charlize's emotions got a little excited.

“Okay, okay, but...” Adrian stalled, “It's free will, Charlie, just like those Hollywood movies with the main melody, it's a manifestation of free will. Why should I be the exception when people always like to chase good things? I love them, they're free to come and go, so are you. ”

“Really?” Charlize Hugh stood up, “So can I quit now? ”

“I'll keep you as long as I can,” Adrian said seriously, "but I won't stop you if you decide. ”

After a pause, he revealed another sly smile: "But I won't give you a letter of recommendation. ”

“You...” Charlize stared at her hatefully, she was still too young, even if she did well here in Adrian. Without the letter of recommendation, there would not be too many companies daring to use her company, and these companies would ask for information from the company where she was originally employed, and if Adrian said something a little...

“I was just saying, 'I'm not going to stop you', and it just came out.” Charlize bit his teeth and said.

“Is there any inevitable connection between me not opening the letter of recommendation and stopping you from leaving?” Adrian couldn't unravel his hand.

“...” Charlize couldn't speak again, staring hard at him for a long time, saying word for word: "I finally get it, Ed, you're a despicable, shameless bastard."

“Oh, you're breaking my heart, Charlie.” Adrian sighed exaggerated, suddenly pulled Charlize into her arms, then touched her face, put away a smiling look, and stared into her eyes: “Am I really nothing worth your attention? Am I really that bad? ”

Charlize opened her mouth, but then thought of something and silenced again, so she sat in Adrian's arms for a long time before she stood up and dressed.

“I'm going to re-organize the information on TNT under TBS.” She said so to him in a calm tone, as if she had never said anything like that before.

“Thank you." Adrian nodded, smiling from the corner of his mouth after Charlize turned around.

Hours later, the plane landed smoothly in New York, and Adrian again lamented that he should have bought a private plane. Although it was convenient for customers like him to lease it, it was better to own it altogether. But even if he wanted to buy it, it would take a while, and the company was now the key, so when he arrived in New York, he adjusted the jet lag slightly and went to visit his aunt and uncle.

Everything is the same, I'm afraid Uncle Anderson's stinking temper won't change for the rest of his life, and probably only Aunt Martha can handle it in the family. Surprisingly, their only son, Adrian's cousin Victor? Colwell was also at his home in New York, where he had met for the first time, although he had seen each other several times.

“I just came back to see Mom.” Victor didn't hide his indifference to his father in the slightest, and the two barely talked, but he still said it behind Uncle Anderson's back.

Adrian would love to use himself as an example to console him, but to recap, there are things that are not experienced by themselves that always look at the flowers in the mist. While Uncle Anderson always likes to take control of everything at home and is always very picky about everything, there are several times when he talks about his son, even if he quickly turns around or says a few bad words, his face can't help but flash a gloomy look. So Adrian ended up just patting Victor on the shoulder for comfort.

Victor returned to Boston after only two days at home, and Adrian then left, and the finalization of the financing is now just a question of how much. If his plan succeeds, then just follow the original plan; if it does not succeed, it will inevitably increase the scale of financing.

However, these operations are under Claude's responsibility, and Adrian came here just to keep up the good work with his uncle, with his connections and strength on Wall Street, to get support in the shortest possible time, sometimes within the next two minutes.

After coming out of his uncle, he took a day off at the hotel, and Adrian went to Long Island.

“I'm so sorry I asked you to pick us up.” Shelly greeted Adrian warmly.

“It's all right, I have some things to take care of back in New York. Since I caught up with the movie and haven't had time to see the finished product, I'd like to invite you to join me.” Adrian smiled and looked at Natalie sitting across the street, "and I wondered how great Natalie was. ”

In a few months, Natalie's temperament had grown considerably, but at this moment she was uncomfortable, and her smile was a little reluctant, her eyelids were drooping, her lips were bitten lightly, and her right eye seemed afraid to look at him.

Adrian smiled softly in her eyes and did not deliberately speak to her. Although she seemed to have returned to normal in the last few months on the letters she kept and occasionally on the last call, the face-to-face touch immediately hit her back to the prototype, and those shadows or temptations were not so easy to get rid of, even if she was unusually smart.

“I'm done. Let's go now.” Avner finally came out of the bedroom tidying up.

“You initially said it would only take 10 minutes, but now it's been 20 minutes, and if you don't come out again, the movie will be over." Shelley left her husband in a very rude number.

“Well, even Nada and Ed didn't say anything, so shut up, honey.” Avner glanced at his wife unhappily and gave Adrian an apologetic look.

I laughed when I listened to Natalieton in my ears, unprecedented impulse, and she looked cute.

“Well, gentlemen, let's go to the cinema first,” Adrian got up and fought the roundabout, "and if we delay again and unfortunately encounter traffic jams, I'm afraid we won't make it. ”