King of Hollywood

In the villa, all the lights are on, making the whole house look radiant and glamorous, in the largest living room, a man and a woman are dancing with changing music. From time to time, they embrace a slow dance with their ears clasped together, twisting backwards and forwards, beating the floor in a powerful rhythm.

The man was tall and pulled out, and the five officers carved out of 0 like marble looked delicious. The woman had reddish blonde hair and was wearing a dark jumpsuit with a cross shoulder. Her uniform body made her look sexy and attractive. Even a pair of 5-inch heels on her feet could not stop her from treading at a fast pace.

“Again...” Nicole chuckled, letting Adrian cuddle her waist and relax for a slow dance moment before replacing a fast paced piece of music with a remote control, so she had to jump on.

“Watch your feet.” Adrian did not let go of her hand on her waist, but warned.

“It's okay, no problem, if you're worried...” Nicole kicked the heels out of her feet and turned to look at him smiling, "What do you say now? ”

Her face was full of red spots, her blue eyes were full of water, and her previous constant dancing made her gasp. Her body was full of mature teenagers' temptations.

“Then come on.” Adrian stepped over and asked on her lips.

Nicole immediately grabbed his hand, spinning out, straightening her arm obliquely, and reaching for the cup of amber liquid on the table next to her. Lift your head for a sip. He followed his hand and turned back, holding Adrian's face and pouring the whiskey in his mouth to mouth.

After tasting the wine in her mouth, Adrian suddenly put her arm on her shoulder, then lifted her thigh again, picked up the remote and replaced it with a tango, Carlos? Gardell's One Step Away. The two then stepped together in a lazy and gorgeous rhythm.

Nicole's dance posture was more fragrant and hot, her movements were more provocative, her hips slammed as she turned around, her thighs rubbed deliberately as she lifted her legs, and from time to time she squeezed a hand at the top of her head, all pulling Adrian. Adrian was doing the same thing, making Nicole tremble slightly every time her fingertips crossed her chest. Every time you slip over your butt, it passes from the inside, so much so that the dance you should have looked good eventually ends up dancing in a mess with only a * * breath left.

“Oh, that's wonderful. It's been a long time since I've had such a good dance.” Nicole finally stopped on the couch, screaming like a child. Then he grabbed the newly opened whisky cup and poured it: “Especially when he thought of Gwyneth's unhappy look, all of a sudden, the whole crowd was happy. ”

Adrian, packing things, sighed helplessly from the moment Nicole intervened. He knew his troubles were coming. Last year, because Gwyneth was so excited that something that was supposed to hold steady fell into Nicole's hands because of Adrian's... eccentricity, he had to change the habit that every Oscar night would spend with Gwyneth after that night.

Nicole didn't say anything at the time, just pulled him out at the party and squeezed him. I didn't expect to come out this time of year to stir things up. Well, it can't be said that she's in a mess. Her demands are justified. Last year she got the best actress, but Adrian accompanied Gwyneth, so this year Gwyneth got the best actress, and Adrian naturally had to compensate her.

No wonder she's after the passion in the stairwell of the Koda Theatre, when Adrian “threatens” her. What to say “I believe, and it will be soon” and reveal what the plan looks like.

Gwyneth was obviously reluctant, and if it was Blanchett and Liv, she would definitely say yes, and if it was Kate, Sarah and Julia, she wouldn't be happy to hesitate for a moment, but eventually she would say yes, and only Nicole couldn't, even if she had good reason.

However, Nicole is not a fuel-saving lamp, and no matter what Gwyneth says, it's just a mouthful of bite. Adrian accompanied her last year, so she has to stay with herself this year, in accordance with the principle of fairness. Two women on their lips, you come to the corner of my corner, and sometimes the flashes come out and hide the Xuan machine, and Adrian can't even stick his mouth in it for a while.

Fortunately, they all have a fair share, and their voices are not loud or high, and forgiveness still attracts a lot of attention to the party. One is last year's best actress, one is this year's best actress, and last year and this year were rivals, and the other is the miracle director who brought them together, even if they were fine, they would be remedied by other people's brains.

However, no matter what they did to each other, it was Adrian who eventually made the decision, so Gwyneth couldn't compete with Nicole, even though she tried to save and put on a pathetic look.

“Unfortunately, Gwinnie, I have to be fair.” Adrian said with a look of love that couldn't help.

Of course, taking care of her feelings, coupled with preventing her from being photographed by a reporter, left Nicole almost 20 minutes after she left the party.

“Well, honey, you're all a little drunk.” Adrian walked over and took the cup from Nicole.

“So what?” Nicole snatched the bottle back and carried it in her arms, looking like a little woman he wouldn't have taken, "I've never been happier. What's wrong with a few more drinks? ”

Adrian picked an eyebrow and felt that Nicole was a little different tonight. You know, over the past few years, she had either seduced him, or she was cold and noble, and then she tried everything she could to seduce him, make him squeeze herself under her, and then ask him for "money for sex." Not even a few copies. It's not like now, for a moment, with a loud voice, for a moment, like a little woman.

That sounds like a lot to me, but I did have a great time tonight. Adrian shook his head slightly and poured himself a whiskey: "Never? I remember having fun a few times before. And before..."

He didn't go on here, he just smiled badly, and the meaning was self-evident.

I don't know if it was alcohol or too much fun, but Nicole, with a blushing face, snorted softly and suddenly asked, "What would I do now if I hadn't pulled you in that day, or if I pulled someone else in? ”

“Who knows," Adrian said with a casual tone, "but one thing is certain. You and he are definitely gonna get divorced. He's not good enough for you. ”

“Ha," said Nicole, half-laying on the couch, laughing out, "I knew you scoundrels would say that, there's no worse man in the world than you. ”

“Well, from being an asshole to being a villain, to being the worst man in the world. Looks like I should celebrate.” Adrian opened his hand helplessly.

“Isn't that right?” Nicole stood up, put her upper body on the armrest of the couch, raised the cup, and her blue eyes blinked through the amber liquid and didn't even look at him, “you forcibly seized me and played me on the crotch. Keep trying to humiliate me, treat me like a whore, pay me every time I go to bed, want to hit me with this, want to conquer me from the heart! ”

“But...” Adrian thought. “You didn't object, did you? ”

Nicole half-answered, her eyes became blurred and confused again, and it wasn't long before she twisted her body against his shoulder and raised her head to look at him with an unknown, palpitating look: "Yes, I have no objection. At first I thought, at least this reminds me that between us... it's just a deal, and I want to keep my distance from you. But then, slowly, I started to get used to this kind of deal, and suddenly I started to worry, if one day..."

She took a deep breath. "What if one day you don't pay anymore? You don't... you don't... you don't... what am I going to do? ”

Speaking of which, Nicole laughed at herself: “I thought, oh, it's just that my purpose hasn't been achieved, so long as I get that supreme honor with your energy, I can recover, but... when I finally got Oscar's best actress in the last few days, when I came home to face the empty room, the feeling of fear was never so strong, that damn villain, what am I going to do if he stops fucking with me! ”

She almost chewed on her teeth and said, as if it had been squeezed out of her throat, her hands on the couch had also held fists. Then she suddenly relaxed and sat up laughing, covering her head half silently, wondering if she was mocking herself or laughing bitterly.

“I shouldn't be an actor," Nicole waved the bottle drunk as if she was in a state of frenzy, as if alcohol had rushed into her head, "I'm a slut, a whore, a slut! When a villain plays and humiliates me, I'm still worried about what if he doesn't do this to me in the future! I should be a caller, I'm very conscious, I'll do pretty good, I can definitely make more fucking money with this! ”

“You are.” Adrian opened his mouth calmly with an unknown glow in his eyes, his chin slightly lifted and his gaze at her from above, "in front of others, are you after the cold and noble Oscar, Nicole? Kidman. But in front of me, you just cost me 20 bucks to cheer me up, private whore, all the time. ”

Nicole's eyes grew blurred and her hair drooped from one side of her face with curls, her arms supporting her body, giving her a wonderfully soft feeling of pity for a while.

“Will you continue to prostitute me, Ed? Will you pay me every time I make you feel better?” Her eyelids slowly drooped and her fingers circled continuously on the couch, saying in a somewhat flimsy tone.

“Of course," Adrian replied softly, reaching over her shoulder, holding her in her arms, and then squeezing her chin in front of herself, "I can assure you, Nicole, I swear, every time you make me feel better in the future, I will give you exactly what I owe you, and I will not be in arrears! As I was saying, you're my private whore, my private recruit, forever. ”

Although the rhetoric is very strange, the people who say it are serious and the people who listen to it are serious. Then Nicole wrapped around his neck and blocked Adrian's similarly alcoholic mouth with her own alcoholic mouth. Then they wrapped each other so warmly, claiming from each other's lips and tongues, that they did not breathe apart until after countless exchanges of saliva.

“I was wondering," Adrian was blowing at her, "to better prove my commitment, should I have a VIP card handled here so you can be more assured? ”

Nicole laughed, and the twigs felt both wandering and gloomy.

“Next year,” she replied, "this year. Definitely not just Gwyneth, I can assure you, and... I haven't had enough. ”

“Okay, so...” Adrian also continued the conversation, picking up her skirt with her hands and pinching it on her thighs.

Taking a deep breath, Nicole straightened her waist and pulled her shirt down, which was soft enough to hold it still strong and jumped a few times.

“Host you today for free.” She lifts her chest, a face of pride, "that's not much of a chance, so do whatever you have to do. ”

Nicole. Adrian laughed and sighed in his heart. Then his hands squeezed her waist upwards and buried her head inside.

Frankly, he didn't expect to end up like this, and although Nicole's mind was basically in his grasp, he didn't expect last year's consolation of Gwyneth as a catalyst. Ultimately, this became a harmonious relationship due to contradictions and awkwardness. Of course, it's nice to do that, Adrian loves Nicole, and this deep bone marrow role play can unlock more fun, and VIP cards are ready to go.

The evening was a madness, not to mention that the award ceremony was over. But the discussion and controversy did not stop, especially with regard to the winner of the best director. Many Scottish fans have accused the Academy of unfair selection, arguing that the old man of Italian descent is clearly better qualified to receive the award than Sofia, and even that Sofia was the best director because of her father and her obscure relationship with the miracle director.

Although Scorsese subsequently issued a statement expressing respect for the Academy of Cinematography, it was merely respect, and only one sentence was clearly very dissatisfied.

Adrian didn't care at all, and it wasn't two days a day or two without Scorsese at the Film Academy. He only managed to push one of them this time. Besides, Scorsese is better than the other guy, who was supposed to be the best director of the current Oscar, who hasn't made it to America since he fled to France.

You know, this was the only chance for Polanski to finger Oscar after he fled to Europe, but Adrian took it out of his own plan and pushed Sofia. And Scorsese will have a chance, at least in the future, and Adrian figured it out for his plan, and then he'll be compensated.

Beyond that, the media was not entirely on Scotia's side, and some critics stood up for Sofia with the flag that Lost Tokyo was well qualified to win her a best-directed little goldsmith. That's true, as I said before, Lost in Tokyo interprets the sense of loneliness that people feel elsewhere, and they do deserve to win, otherwise Adrian will not be able to put Sofia on the throne of the best director.

Soon afterwards, the Washington Post exclusively revealed that, according to informed sources, Sofia had won only a handful of Skorcis votes in the best directorial selection, a total victory. Adrian was also informed that it should be accurate, that accounting firms were generally not allowed to disclose specific votes, but that such vagueness could be said.

So, a lot of people are emotional, and this time, luck is on Sofia's side, and God wants Oscar to be the best female director. These are things that Adrian didn't interfere with, so Adrian let people mix up the water a little more, so there's no need to worry about those who shout wrongs for Scorsese.

But for the other gossip, he couldn't handle it. The best actress, the best actress, the winner of the best director were all very close to him, especially Sofia. Almost became an open love affair. And then over the past few years, the Miracle Girl kept climbing to the rear throne one by one. How could she keep the reporters from gossiping?

And, of course, they're smart, and they don't do biased stories —— playing with a media tycoon is all about dying —— they give Adrian the title "Hollywood knows women best, makes actresses shine brighter and more distinctive."

Empire, for example, used a very objective tone to describe what could be reported between Adrian and Gwyneth, between Zeta Jones, and between Sofia. For example, attending the funeral of old Patro, holding Zeta Jones at the film premiere, the shadow behind several of Sofia's works, etc.

Though not saying much, readers can automatically generate associations at first glance, and then look back at who has won the best female lead in the last few years and imagine how many eyeballs they will attract.

“Sometimes I really want to sell these newspapers and sell them in 708 pieces, or give them a direct password," Adrian sighed, "unfortunately I have to follow the rules of the game, except for the chairman of the board of directors of AC Media, who I am a miracle director and whose identity appears more often than not. ”

“What do you mean, you came to me today to complain to me, hoping I could comfort you?” Charlize was very direct in grabbing White Road.