King of Hollywood

Sighed deeply and sat on the toilet lid * * looking up at Adrian and looking at herself in the mirror, the spirit was that her eyes were not as bright as before, and fatigue was rare to climb to her face.

“Hey, Ed, how long are you gonna be in there?” The sound of Nicole's pride coming from outside the door was accompanied by a laugh from the women.

Damn, you happy women... Adrian turned a white eye and didn't make a sound, just took another breath and straightened her body slightly, trying to make herself look more spiritual.

Then came the sound of hip-hop, this time Alexander: “Come out, Ed, the first contest this morning is to see who can revitalize you in a short time, you can't be absent. ”

When Adrian settled in there, he bent down again, thinking about the scene in Alexander's mouth, he reacted with autonomy, and the feeling of swelling caused by too much use was uploaded from the bottom.

He's always been proud of his money, you know, man, and if it's hard enough, it's not long enough, it's not long enough, it's not hard enough, it's long enough and it's hard enough - albeit rarely - it's thick again. But Adrian, no matter the length, hardness, and thickness, counts as a middle-class, and with just as good endurance and burst power, the battle in the bed has never been lost.

Coupled with his emphasis on cooking, he was followed by a large number of nutritionists in the area, who ate reasonably, exercised reasonably, and worked reasonably. He was also introduced to some famous traditional Chinese doctors in Chinatown, Los Angeles and San Francisco - indeed, they have a reputation in the Chinese community, and seventy and eighty old traditional Chinese doctors, no doubt very experienced.

I've seen some related aspects in my past life. Someone has used the definition of science to explain the concept of TCM. It makes sense to think about it. TCM, there are aspects of science. Experience science or theoretical science?

Anyway, he got a lot of good feelings from the old guys with that, plus some TCM terms from time to time. Even let a few old guys have a lively discussion with him. Then Adrian fainted, after all, without even half a barrel of water in this regard, knowing that some of the terms were already very good.

But this way, from these old men, they get a lot of good dietary formulas and advice, and then organizers take their essence, so Chinese and western perfect, so until then, the dragon is still alive. One on one, one on two, then one on three, one on four. There's basically no difficulty, and that's the power of science, the prayer of God in modern society, and the practice of kung fu -- well, that's the word.

Nevertheless, there are times when manpower is finally poor. The tragedy was doomed when he jumped straight to the top. One woman has three holes, eight women have 24 holes, and there is only one thing, if you use it all... OK. It's just an ideal state, but forgiveness is enough for him.

Besides, once the effects of the masses are fully fermented, women leave their shame completely untouched, which can take turns, let alone plan many games. Like imitating a selection show for a variety of talent performances - all kinds of gorgeous dancing, steel pipe dancing, and then someone downstairs scores, and the loser is punished - or a double-headed dragon draw competition, and just the day before, we played a human connection with everyone.

Coupled with the idea that women had basically had a lesson to teach Adrian, they automatically joined forces to make waves and waves of attacks on him. The first day might still be bearable, and the second day was basically over, but by the morning of the third day, Adrian had to hide in the bathroom for physical reasons.

That's so unfair. Grief, an almost isolated emotion from him, has rarely surfaced. Physical problems are basically small, I don't have it anymore, I can still keep the women on top, but that thing...

To alleviate that feeling, Adrian had to recall something that made him feel comfortable, such as how wandering they had been over the past two days, and how many people in his past life could have gathered them together to play with themselves, whether they were breathing one after another, one after the other, or waving their asses up on the ground waiting for him to be fortunate enough to make him proud.

The final point, of course, is that fortunately only eight people were selected, and you know, the original plan was for the Ten. The only downside is that you can't recall images that are too brilliant and exciting, otherwise reacting will only make him more distressed and slower to recover.

Don't worry, babes, it's not over. Pretending not to hear them squeeze outside, after sending them away, Adrian finally adjusted and said harshly in his heart, then he grinned and rubbed his fingers.

Although he had plans, women were not fuel saving lights, and they were all completely let go anyway, and they didn't mind getting a little messier. A short journey from him to the beach outside, like in the stairwell, where Miranda and Britney kiss each other, and on the floor of the living room, Alexander and Zeta Jones, who lie in style 69, are simply too lazy to wear clothes. Not to mention taking things and not wearing leggings and showing them out obviously, and then grinding Nicole and Gwyneth in the mirror on the dancer Kristen and Christina, as well as four legs crossed at the dining table.

All in all, every woman is changing PHARE teasing him, and the relationship is all messed up, basically whoever has time will roll in a pile, not to mention Britney and Christina who are starting to get close in the competition, even Nicole and Gwyneth, who have been looking at each other badly, have been mixed up in ignorance of each other's kisses for the past two days.

This turbulent atmosphere is a cause, as is the fact that women share a common goal, and it is conceivable how stressful Adrian is. But he's not without a backhand, and the busy ones below can't be used too often, but don't forget that fingers are also his Italian apparatus, and it's not like no woman has * * been under his fingers. Not to mention that he exercises on Kayla from time to time, plus he has insiders...

Yes, the little pet is his inner companion, and Britney, who has been obedient since childhood, brainwashing and years of constant success, is even more obedient, exaggerating that she has basically lived for him. With her help in the dark, Adrian is perfectly capable of taking care of the women with every strategy of breaking, and the pet's emotional intelligence is good, albeit negative.

So the obscene party started to escalate. Adrian and his women fought further and killed them over the next two days to throw away their armor. But when the women who responded found out about the mole - and revealed it to Britney's most familiar Christina - they started cleaning up Britney together and once again held on to Adrian.

By this time, the party was over after a few days of chaos, and they woke up out of madness. I am confident that they will be impressed, as well as Adrian, and that there will be no next time. It depends on the outcome of the other thing. Some of the old words are still true. If you are very happy, you may be sad.

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“Listen, guys, I'm serious again. I am very dissatisfied with the recent news, very dissatisfied. So, if you can't find some more valuable news, I'll wave a whip and run you down the street and let you find it yourself!” In front of the office with the editor-in-chief's sign. A middle-aged man clapped his hands and spoke loudly to his editors.

“Got it, Mr. Rufflow.” The editors are not nervous at all, they say with a smile on their face, and one of them is even louder: “We'd love to take you out on the street if you'd like. ”

“You guys...” Rufflo, a little wealthy, shook his head with a smile. Back to my office.

Just sitting on the ass, a man breaks in: "Hey, Mark, I know you're in a hurry for the latest news, but you don't have to... threaten them, do you? Just kidding though. ”

“As I've said several times, Alan, you have to knock on the door when you come in. I'm the editor-in-chief of the Los Angeles Times entertainment.” Rufflow complained.

Just look at his iconic mustache. Is that Mark? Ruffalo's best friend Alan? When Rufflow took Adrian's picture kissing Julia, he and his partner, Rufflo, took Adrian's picture of her entering Julia's fraternity, and he was still with his partner, Rufflo, who, with the help of his luck and dignitaries, tried for years to finally climb into the position of editor-in-chief of the Los Angeles Times entertainment.

“Well, Mr. Editor-in-Chief,” Luther knocked with a smile. “May I come in? ”

“Come on, you're all in.” Rufflow gave him a white eye.

Now they're no longer years old, and Rufflow has long said goodbye to the rock style of wearing a baseball cap with a chunky gold chain around his neck, replacing it with a suit of leather shoes, a masterpiece of successful people. So is Luther, in addition to his iconic beard pair, but their emotions are still very good, and things like this going directly into the office are basically normal, and if Rufflow wasn't married, Luther would have a girlfriend, and maybe someone thought they were a couple privately.

“I just want them to work hard, and, you know, there's not much news lately.” Rufflow sighed.

“Don't worry, the news will come to you soon.” Luther smiled comfortingly and the phone rang as soon as the voice went down.

“Look, isn't this coming?” Luther immediately said, Rufflow shook his head, pressed the hands-free, and Amy's voice at the reception went off: "Mr. Rufflow, is there a Thomas here? Mr. Hart wants to see you. ”

“Thomas? Hart?” Rufflow thought back in his head, "Does he have an appointment? ”

“No, sir, but... he said he had something important to ask you, and he said... it was an absolutely powerful piece of entertainment news and you won't regret it.” The receptionist's tone of helplessness has obviously been haunted for some time.

Rufflow was about to say no, so he met so many self-sponsored people, most of them self-righteous, who liked to freak out, but looked up at Luther sitting in front of him and changed his mouth when he got to his mouth: "Okay. Then let him come up. ”

Soon after, the person who had been outside wrapping the front desk for a long time came to Rufflo's office, looking about 26 or 7 years old, a brown hair, a beard shaved very nicely, clothes poured neatly, a backpack on his back, a little nervous and impatient, his eyes clearly lit when he saw Rufflo.

“Hello, Mr. Rufflow. I'm Thomas? Hart, you can call me Thomas.” He reached out with enthusiasm and enthusiasm.

“Hello, Mr. Hart, I really hope you bring me good news.” Rufflow shook his hand with him and made a sit-down gesture.

“Hmm...” The other party hesitated to look at Luther, who had never walked.

“This is Alan. Alan? Luther, my best friend and assistant, there's nothing you can't say in front of him.” Rufflow introduced it immediately.

“Oh, yeah, Alan? Mr. Luther, Mr. Rufflow's best partner, I know.” Hart immediately had some excitement to reach out to Luther.

“You seem familiar with us.” Luther asked silently as he shook his hand.

“Of course, who didn't know you were filming miracle director Adrian in a row? Corwell and Julia? Roberts dating photos. That scandal was completely corroborated.” Hart said in an exciting tone.

“So you brought the news about the miracle director?” Rufflow immediately grasped the point of the problem.

But Hart didn't answer directly, he just smiled mysteriously and took a drum bag out of his backpack and handed it to Rufflow: "I told you it would be super powerful news. ”

Rufflo Half Letter answered with suspicion. When he opened it and looked at it, it seemed to be a pile of photographs before he drew one, and he hissed his breath of cool air and raised his head to look at Hart with a suspicious look, which was already unstoppable pride. Dry cough. Rufflow continued to look, and the more he looked at the shock on his face, the more he revealed the same color when the curious Luther picked up the photo he had handed over.

“After the two Oscars, the two Oscars' best actress winners, the two most famous idol singers, and Victoria's secret two most famous models, plus a leading international director.” Thomas? Hart licked his lips with his eyes open and his body trembled slightly because of excitement. “God, it's enough to cause a storm when they come together for this kind of party. ”

However, Rufflow didn't catch his mouth, and after carefully looking at all the pictures, he frowned and thought for a moment before suddenly asking, “Does anyone else know? ”

“Someone else? No, I don't. I know I'm going to...”

“Shoot yourself, flush yourself? ”

“Yes, I built a darkroom in the rented house...”

“Do you have a backup? ”

“Of course there is...”

“Not like in the movies, silly upload to the internet, set how long to send without access? ”

“No, sir, I've done this before...”

The questions kept coming up, and Hart didn't even have a chance to think, and he answered them honestly.

“Very well," Rufflow said, “this is not the usual big news, it has to be isolated from all possible leaks, the internet is unsafe, it's better to put it in the safe of the bank - well, now there's one last problem, and it's the most critical one. ”

He stared closely at Hart: "Are there any clearer pictures? ”

“Clearer?” Hart was confused first, but followed by an incredible look, "isn't that enough? ”

“Of course not,” Rufflow raised his voice, "I know better than you who we're dealing with, kid, you have no idea how much trouble you're in, much less how much energy the people involved have. I know what you care about the most, and I can give you the answer now, yes, these pictures are valuable, as long as they are real, at least millions or even tens of millions! ”

“As long as it's true?” Hart frowned and seemed to hear something.

“Yes, as long as it's true," Rufflow stood up in front of him, "I said," you have no idea how powerful they are or him, the media tycoon! You should be glad that the most correct thing to do so far is to come to me instead of contacting the tabloids, who can't afford the price and will only make things worse or even leak out the wind! ”

With a sigh of relief, Hart's face turned white a lot. Without the previous look of pride, Rufflow sat back: "That's why I asked you if there were any clearer pictures, I spent more time with him, and I knew how powerful he was. Without the iron evidence that he couldn't argue with, it would be difficult for him to admit it. ”

And he picked up those pictures and he swayed, “These look pretty clear, but even I can come up with a hundred of them. That's why they're fake, not to mention Adrian? Cowell! ”

“But...” Hart was a little frustrated, "I accidentally broke into that beach, a private beach, and the camera around me wasn't the best... Damn, I knew I'd see that, and I would definitely bring the best tools instead of... so many pictures, even if I wanted to deny it, I couldn't deny it? ”

“As you just said, you broke into private territory without permission, so even if you get paid, there's probably no place to spend it.” Rufflow hit his head back with a single word.

“So... what do I do?” Hart breathed heavily, apparently not intending to give up.

“Go home and think about it and see if you can wash out some of the better quality photos, even just a few. Then take your backup to a safe place, be it a bank safe or just hide it somewhere, and don't tell anyone, including me. Next, I'm going to talk to the editors of several other newspapers, and if I don't have any other hard evidence, I'm going to need their help if the Los Angeles Times alone isn't going to be enough to fight Adrian.” Rufflow paused here and handed Hart several different business cards.

“There are business cards for the editors of The New York Times and The Washington Post, and if you think it's necessary, you can talk to them yourself, but one of the keys to this is confidentiality, okay?” Rufflow gave a solemn order, "and another one was mine, so stay in touch with me at all times. ”

“Thank you, Mr. Rufflow.” Hart stood up grateful, "I'll do my best. ”

“I look forward to your good news.” Rufflo stood still and saw him go out. After Luther closed the door and held the leaves of the blinds open with his fingers for a long time, he turned around a bit and quickly opened the drawer at the bottom of the desk, taking out a very old but very new phone and dialing it up.