Reborn Wealth America

United States East Coast Time.

22:00 in the evening.

The entrance to the Central Hilton Hotel.

"yawn……"

[Hollywood Entertainment News] in Los Angeles, New York special correspondent, John Smith yawned.

He glanced at the smart bracelet in his hand and asked a colleague next to him: "Sefrosa has been in for three hours? Right?"

The colleague said: "To be precise. It is two hours and 56 minutes, I counted by pinching time."

"Hmm... he should have come out? Guess which supermodel this playboy will bring out? If he is brought out, that supermodel will be able to spread throughout the Federation and Europe tomorrow. . Thinking about it, it’s really scary. With him, there will never be a lack of exposure..." John Smith talked to his colleagues.

"Yes. I think it will be Kendall Jenner. That fierceness, that face, that waist... The most important thing is that hip! Just thinking about it, I can be tough!" Tao.

"I like Tyler Hill. Kendall Jenner's plastic face, I don't like..."

"Haha! You don't understand. The most important thing is that the butt is big enough, that's it!"

Listening to this colleague's argument, John Smith couldn't help but carefully examine the colleague's face.

Hmm...it's a bit dark.But it's not particularly dark, it may have black blood.If that's the case, it's okay to like big butts.The old blacks of the NBA love this one.

"Wait and see! Just see which type this gentleman likes. Or see which supermodel is lucky enough to make the headlines tomorrow." John Smith said to this colleague at last .

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United States East Coast Time.

00:15 in the morning.

"I can't come out yet..." a female paparazzi reporter complained.

"Does this not want us to sleep?" another white middle-aged man also said.

The entrance of the Central Hilton Hotel was still shining like daylight.However, the characters that many reporters are waiting for have not come out of it.Many celebrities emerged in the middle, including some famous Hollywood stars.After all, the Hilton Hotel was only covered by the 5th floor, not the entire hotel.

However, reporters are not interested in these celebrities.It is normal to think about it, if there is a big cake in front of you, a small candy passing by.

Few people are interested in small candies.

John Smith only felt that the late night in New York at the end of November was getting colder.Although already very wise, I put on a down jacket early.But John Smith still felt the cold.

He stomped his feet.

Said to the fellow with a bit of old black descent next to him: "I can't come out yet! What is this guy doing in there? Is he fooling around with a whole class of Victoria's Secret supermodels?"

"Isn't it possible?! That's ridiculous. And many of the supermodels in it are married. Even if they are fools, they won't participate?"

The fellow of the old black blood is uncertain.

"Hmm..."

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United States East Coast Time.

3:45 am.

John Smith has been fighting with his upper eyelid and lower eyelid.He looked at the door of the radiant Central Hilton Hotel with some sleepy eyes, where no one has been in or out for a long time.

"I said..." The old black colleague suddenly stabbed John Smith and handed him something in his hand. "Would you like a bite?"

"A big hemp?" John Smith was refreshed.

"This is good! Brother, give me a bite!"

"Hmm..."

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United States East Coast Time.

The entrance to the Central Hilton Hotel.

6:45 in the morning.

More than 60% of the reporters at the door had disappeared, and most of them couldn't resist leaving at three or four o'clock.

Only a few more strong-willed paparazzi reporters remained, hiding in the car, watching the streets of Manhattan, New York in the early morning, and the Hilton Hotel opposite.

There are almost no pedestrians outside.

In addition to the city wild dogs that occasionally pass by, there are also city mice...

Only the sanitation workers who got up early, as well as the garbage truck for collecting garbage, started to work.

John Smith left his car and ran into the carriage of the old black fellow, and the two huddled together.

There was a testimony of the friendship between the two people last night, and the remains of the past.

"Not out yet..."

"Is that guy really among a bunch of women last night? mother***!!! fxxkk!"

"..."

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United States East Coast Time.

9:00 in the morning.

After listening for a few hours, the entrance of the Central Hilton Hotel began to flow again.A large number of new guests staying in, as well as old guests preparing to leave, gather at the door.

Lively.

In this Ford Focus sedan by the side of the road, John Smith and his old black counterpart were sleeping.

The two persisted until 7:00 in the morning, and at that time, even the mental energy after the grass was overwhelmed, they could not withstand physical exhaustion.Then both of them fell asleep, sleeping till now.

Just when John Smith was dreaming that he was holding a Taylor Hill on his left and Lima on his right, and he was about to stab him with a gun.

Suddenly, the two supermodels in his arms exploded, blasting him all over with blood, and suddenly awakened him.

He was shocked and woke up and rubbed his eyes, not fully awake yet.The goose bumps all over his body began to rise, because he saw the man who had waited for them all night at the entrance of the Central Hilton Hotel, and finally walked out of the hotel with a face of spring breeze.

"Hey! Jack! Get up quickly, that guy is out! Sefrosa is out! Fxxk! Get up quickly, don't blame me for not reminding you. Waiting for a night, I am sorry for the hard work of the night without taking a few photos !"

While beating the old black counterpart next to him violently, he yelled and carried his shooting equipment, jumped out of the car and rushed towards the hotel entrance.

If you cast your eyes to the sky at this time, you will see the street near the entrance of the originally quiet Central Hilton Hotel.Suddenly, as if stabbing a hornet's nest, a lot of paparazzi reporters with camera equipment suddenly emerged from the cars parked next to them or the grass on the side of the road.

It looked like a lot of evil dogs and saw a bunch of fragrant bones.

Crazy and scary!

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Abel feels well.

Abel was so cool.

Mr. Sefrosa, who is in a quiet aftertaste, can prove this.Last night, it experienced dozens of different scenery and views of caves in one night.

Some twists and turns, but there is a cave in the depths of Taoyuan; some have a straight line, like a line of sky, which can make people go straight to the bottom; some are thick and thin, and the walls of the cave are full of various buds. Mr. Sefrosa squeezed in various poses and foamed at his mouth; some holes were very thin, but the inside of the cave was very thick; some conversely, the mouth of the hole was very thick, but the little Mr. Sefrosa in the cave was thin It’s a little difficult to pass through; some are like conch-like passages, winding and...

Like no two people in the world who are exactly the same, Abel has experienced it since last night.I dare to be very responsible to say that there is no cave in the world that is completely similar.

But explore them.

It is a great pleasure.

Abel is in it.

Mr. Sefrosa likes crazy!

It was precisely because of this extremely pleasant experience that when he left the hotel in the morning, he was in a good mood when facing a crowd of crazy reporters, and he was even willing to accept their interviews.

He motioned to Andres and Craig outside to let a little reporter in to interview.

Andres and Craig glanced at each other and nodded.Then some reporters who seemed relatively innocent were put in the bodyguard circle and isolated about two meters away from Abel.

The reporters yelled frantically with excitement, and asked Abel loudly:

"Mr. Sefrosa! You stayed at the Hilton Hotel last night! Which model did you relax in the room? Taylor Hill or Kendall Jenner!"

"Mr. Sefrosa! This is the Hollywood Gossip Daily. Do you think Adriana Lima is more suitable to be a model for this year's closing ceremony, or do you come back to participate in this year's Super Victoria's Secret Show? Gisele Bundchen more suitable."

"Which supermodel do you think has the sexier figure?!"

"Hello! Mr. Sefrosa! We hope to have an exclusive interview with you. Which supermodel are you more satisfied with?"

"..."

There are many problems.

Rarely, Abel, who was in a good mood, smiled and clicked a young white reporter who looked full of black eyes and impotence: "You, I will give you a chance to ask a question."

The young white reporter was overjoyed and shouted: "Mr. Sefrosa! You are now the owner of Victoria's Secret! I would like to ask you, which one do you prefer, Tyler Hill or Kendall Jenner? !"

"I like all of them."

"I still want to ask..." the young white reporter yelled, but Abel jumped over him and pointed to a dark-looking reporter who was also impotent next to him: "You only have one question. Now it is Yours, hurry up and ask."

The black reporter seemed to be unable to believe that he was so happy. After a second or two, the white reporter next to him patted him on the back of the head.

Just reacted.

"Mr. Sefrosa! You must not like Tyler Hill's washboard. You must like Kendall Jenner, right?" The old black reporter asked subconsciously, regretting it immediately after he asked.

I rely on!

How could I ask such an idiot question?He must have been infected by the idiot next to him, and he looked at the white reporter who was also curious about this question.

Which one do you like?

Abel raised his eyebrows.

Smiled slightly.

In my mind, I couldn't help but recall the taste and feeling of these two people last night.

Hmm...a beautiful and pure, with a good body.The cry was very loud, even a bit like a scream.But it is easy for a man to have a sense of accomplishment. Mr. Sefrosa gave her a compliment.

The other one, Buttocks is very big.When using a certain posture, the little Mr. Sefrosa's height and body circumference played a role.There is no untouchable embarrassment, and there are still problems.For this one, don't look at the front, but look from the back.Mr. Sefrosa still clicked a like.

Combining the feeling of the little Mr. Sefrosa, Abel also praised them: "They are all very good. I mean really, they are comparable. They are all good!"

In this way, he answered the question of the old black reporter.

The other reporters were crazy about asking questions, but Abel was already lacking in interest.

"That's it! Make up whatever you want, I'm going to work. By the way, I have good news for everyone!"

He smiled and shouted at the madness, let him stop, and the reporters who continued to answer a few questions said:

"Today, I made another 10 billion U.S. dollars!"