King of Hollywood

Ji Hueyuang lay on the hotel bed, staring at the ceiling, the chandelier shined softly because it was not fully turned on, and the look of her attacking the white dress was quite clean. The loud water in the bathroom, which was a constant dish of nobles in the shower, should be talking to his friends at the hotel bar at the moment, the American gentleman she needed to serve.

Previous images kept pouring into her mind, making her thoughts scatter. She remembered that she had dubbed the animation almost 10 years ago, when she already had an idea to be an artist, and for that reason she worked hard until three years ago to finally realize her dream initially. She was seen by the producer of the Okinawa TV show "Blue Summer," and thus became a contract for the firm? Person.

She had heard about those things in the entertainment industry, and had been warned and taught some knowledge of how to protect herself, both by her predecessors and by her own agents, and she had dealt with several people with those skills. She thought those things were just like that, a mind poured on the training, she didn't nearly lose her baby fat, with the help of the plastician adjusted her body just right, several seniors praised her for being a good seedling, this time in Tokyo she was going to join an idol group under the recommendation of the office, but didn't expect bad luck from this.

She was shocked at the other person's request and, despite trying to endure it, showed up on her face. She wanted to refuse, but the other party had a smile, but the words were irresistible, and the implication was clear. If she didn't want to, then don't stand out in this circle. She was so angry that they could send her away as a shipment that she'd rather give up the chance she had.

I would love to, but a senior at the firm helplessly told her that even if she were to quit the entertainment business now, she would have to complete the other party's request before she could quit, otherwise...

The predecessor was sympathetic and profoundly looked at her and did not go on, thinking of all the things she had heard before, her heart was cold. She's not really conservative, she just wants to dedicate her first time to someone she likes, even if she's in school with a lot of classmates? Laughing, she still did her best to implement her thoughts, didn't expect today...

But she had no choice, and the weakness of the Japanese woman in her bones at that moment led her to succumb and be sent to the dining table to the person's room. Although she tried to control the feeling of humiliation, the moment they entered her body, the pain made her cry.

She thought it would piss each other off or make them more excited, and she knew that some people liked it. But all of a sudden, the other party became surprisingly gentle. A few caresses and kisses not only relaxed her completely, but also allowed her to taste the beauty of * *. The next day, besides the inconvenience of walking, there was not much discomfort. What a strange man.

“Yuki, do you want to take a shower?” Guiko's voice sounded, and Ji-hye sat up as soon as she remembered.

“Just a little while longer, Senpai.” Ji Hui smiled politely. Her five-official position was just right. She looked gentle and smart when her mouth rose, and the smell of the young girl was still very pure.

“Okay.” Guiko nodded and rubbed her hair on the couch, pausing before asking, “Do you have... anything on your mind, Yukie? ”

“Mind?” Yukie wanted to say no, but watching Guiko's eyes silenced again.

When she was set up, she was forced to look at the other person's information, knowing that this American man was a very powerful and talented man in Hollywood over in the Pacific, and that's why they wanted to please him. She would have resented the American man, but after two days with him, there was nothing left.

The man was gentle and thoughtful, and although he was very sexy and liked not only to have her come with you, but also to play some role-playing games, he never forced her. Remember the first time she proposed a role play, she refused because of her instinctive resistance and shrugged her shoulders, allowing the hotel to open another suite for her to rest inside.

“Aren't you... angry, Mr. Adrian?” She accidentally had to ask.

“Why should I be angry?” The other party laughed, then held her across the bed, kissed her forehead and caressed her face with pity: “Women are for care, not for use. ”

Around that moment, her heart seemed to have been touched by something, and then she began to struggle to meet him. And now, all of a sudden, he wants to take her to America to develop, because he loves her, and he wants her to be her woman, which confuses her again.

“I don't know what to say...” Ji Hui sighed so much a moment later.

“If you think you can say it to me, say it, if you think you can't, then don't say it.” Kyoko smiled.

Ji Hui sighed again and began to realize that Guiko was also serving Adrian with surprise and embarrassment. Last year, when "Please Tell Me I Love You," she also saw it, and loved the image of Guiko, but did not expect to meet in this way. And when you discover that Guiko is so fond of Adrian, even when the three of us are walking, you point out how she is going to do it, and at the same time you look down on each other.

“Why resist? Adrian was a gentle man and respected me.” The nobleman answered her question lightly, "at least better than some men. ”

This phrase immediately resonated with Yukie and complicated her attitude towards you.

“Well, I... I'd like to ask Senpai...” Ji Hui bites his lip, "If... I mean, if you had the chance to go to America to develop... would you go? ”

Ji Hui is still too simple. This statement is also too vague. You can tell what's going on when you hear it. In this case, if the other party is a little careful, you can guide them to different results. However, this is in Japan. Most women artists have several friendly same-sex friends in their circles. Although the generations are always there, they are not as stratified as sticks. After all, they are a vulnerable group. Together with the collectivist nature of the Japanese people, they will naturally unite. Therefore, your son did not stem from this.

“Looks like Mr. Adrian likes you very much, Yukie.” Guiko sighed so loudly that he did not conceal his envy, and Ji Hui's face became reddish with no origins.

“Go to America, get out of here and follow him.” The nobleman then said.

“But…” Ji Hui revealed hesitation, not that she hadn't thought about it. Although she didn't know Adrian very well, she also knew from those data that he was a terrible person. But while she can muster the courage to come to Tokyo from Okinawa, Hollywood is still abroad, and her knowledge of it is limited to paper, can she really adapt? What about the family? And it depends entirely on Adrian's commitment if...

“Mr. Adrian is a good man," as if to see her mind, and the nobleman opened his mouth again, "although I have only been with him for half a month, I know he is a good man, as long as he has promised, he will not regret it. ”

“Really?” Ji Hui grabbed the corner unconsciously with his hands and didn't know what to say.

“Do you know how many people dream of going to Hollywood, Yukie,” Guiko sighed again, "at least as far as I know, the famous performances in the movie industry? Everyone can't wait to go to Hollywood. Just go there, even if it's a second-line show? Officer, when you come back, the price will be different, not to mention that with Mr. Adrian to protect you, you will also be more free, besides... won't you fight for it yourself? ”

Yukie became a little embarrassed, coughed twice, said Guiko's words twice, and recalled Adrian's words, suddenly his body trembled slightly. Yeah, with his protection... someone asked her to do it this time, so what next time? Though they may have promised benefits, even the seniors had to do the same, let alone themselves?

After taking a deep breath, his companion, Ji Hui, stood up and bowed deeply to Guiko Changbao: "Thank you for your instruction, Senior Changbao. ”

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After spending almost twenty days in Japan, basically getting what he wanted, and exploring a few other ways to find out what he wanted, Adrian finally left the place and... went to Hong Kong.

In fact, the first thing he wanted to go to was Shanghai, but he was hesitant when he booked the ticket, and eventually sighed long enough to change to Hong Kong. Though he knew exactly who he was and what he was going to do, even if he was so stuck, and when private detectives used abundant evidence to suggest that there was no such person in mainland China, he immediately cut it off, but it was inevitable that there was a sense of intimidation in the immediate aftermath.

“I thought I had enough reason and calm, but I didn't expect to feel that way.” Adrian mocked himself as he stood at the top of Mount Taiping and looked north.

He understands why he does this, and some things are buried deep in his soul, even if only two-thirds, and can still be palpitated if resonated with. He wanted to go to the Luohu Port or visit the so-called Chinese-English street, but hesitated repeatedly to abandon his intention.

“Anyway, I'm doing what I have to do, and some tuition fees are not paid, and it won't be understood by someone else's guidance alone, especially if I can't be sure what this person wants.” Adrian mumbled at the north.

Hong Kong movies are experiencing their final splendor, and their little pattern is doomed to fight Hollywood, and if Terminator 2 and Jurassic Park shake Hong Kong movies down, the emergence of the big boat will completely destroy them. Those momentous films cannot be made without industrialization. Hong Kong is only a free harbor. In the case of technical constraints, it is still a matter of time before the technology can be developed to easily move the various imaginary scenes behind the screen.

As for the mainland, it has just begun to be poisoned by European directors. Thought that they would be proud to win the trophy of several film festivals. Thought that they had spread their culture all over the world, that they could not compete for the market, and that it would be nothing more than a mirror blossom moon to show off. No wonder the third generation would name names depending on how the big boat club was promoted.

Unfortunately, he has not been able to do much, and introducing Hollywood films to the mainland is already the limit of what can be done so far, although there are still some tools and moves to be made, which will take several years to come before the mainland understands what the commercial film and film markets are. After all, this is not the era of Bai Yan. It doesn't matter if he is Chinese or just an ordinary American director. He is also the chairman of an emerging media company. If he comes to the mainland, both the mainland and the United States will keep an eye on him.

Suddenly Adrian laughed and laughed at herself. Why should she compare them? Anyway, all he has to do is do his thing and ask for it.

He left after only three days in Hong Kong and was planning to go for a stroll around Lan Guifang. He may be able to hunt, but he was not in the mood after a sigh of emotion at the top of Taiping Mountain. Besides, some of his favorites are already famous, others don't have much interest, it really doesn't mean much. Moreover, although Hong Kong's surface continues to flourish, next year is the year 97. It is inevitable that everyone will feel a sense of panic, not to mention that the Taiwan Sea was not peaceful in '96. It would be more appropriate to leave early.

After halfway around the globe, Adrian came to Italy, and Monica had been waiting for him for days after getting the news. Because he's back in Europe, huh? Ska's nomination list is still attracting a lot of attention, and he cannot be overstretched as before. Though it's not necessarily paparazzi, it's always good to be prepared, and even staying at home isn't as boring.

The scream rang from the kitchen, and there was a hip-hop sound, followed by a few bangs, and then no movement. Such silence lasted for about a few minutes, and screams, laughter and bangs came out again, so that the week would start over as if it would never stop.

“Okay, okay, I'm stopping, I'm losing.” Adrian raised his hands and shouted, his face had been completely spent, cream, cake and cheese were all over the place, as was the white shirt, and the stars were dotted with traces, as if they had just been drilled out of the cake.

“You're trying to trick me, right? Don't you dare lie to me" Monica looks worse than he is, her face is almost covered, her aprons and clothes are covered with spices, even on the brown and black hair behind her head, holding a baked golden cake in her hand, the fierce roar, there is no half the usual sexy look.

“Hey, I've got my hands up. There's nothing left. Can't that explain the problem?” Adrian waved his hands up in dissatisfaction.

Monica looked at him suspiciously, knowing that she had suffered too much. Adrian didn't have anything in his hand, though, and it shouldn't be cheating on her.

“Did you really admit you lost?” She asked, but held the cake and put it down.

“Isn't that sincere enough for me?” Adrian walked in front of her with her hands up and raised her eyebrows of cake dandruff.

“Well, in that case, I can consider a truce, but as a loser you have to...” Monica finally relaxed and looked up at Adrian, looking at him with her head up, looking for some compensation, banging, that big cake she just dropped, sturdy on her face, accompanied by Adrian's furious laugh: “Do you really think I'm going to admit losing? You're too naive."

“Adrian” Monica screamed furiously and the kitchen began to rock again.

If it's been almost half an hour since the two of us sat on the ground together and gasped, and if the previous kitchen was just a mess, it's completely destroyed now. The refrigerator was wide open and all the food in it was involved in the war. Most of it fell on the floor like a pot and pan, and the two were no longer covered in pure cake, cream, ketchup, peanut butter or anything. Those who are familiar will not recognize the look of either of them at this moment, one as a Hollywood miracle director and the other as a sexy Italian goddess.

After her panting slowed down, Monica suddenly giggled. Adrian wanted to say something, but after looking at Monica's messy face, she couldn't help but laugh. After so much fun and laughter, the two finally settled down.

“This is a tie. ”

“No, I won. ”

“Tie hands."

“I won."

“Tie hands."

“I won."

“Do you want to do it again, Mr. Adrian?"

“With pleasure, Miss Monica. ”

The doorbell rang just as the two of them battled their lips and tongues and looked like they were about to make another World War.

“Is there something wrong?” The two of them came out and opened the door and asked.

The two outside ringing the doorbell suddenly shocked, after all, Monica was fine, her face was soy sauce except for cream, cake and cheese, but Adrian, a guy full of tomato sauce, at first glance smelled like some kind of zombie, and one of the apartment guards held the stick in his hand for the first time.

“Is there something wrong?” Monicarton asked unhappily.

“Um... I'm sorry, ma'am, but Mr. Allen next door heard a lot of noise on your side, worried about something, and let me see it all.” It has been guessed that some of the security guards were about to take the stick.