Chapter 897: 897
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In the dark winter night, New York is not as vibrant as people think, but as cold as steel.
New York is like a giant steel beast spreading on the earth's surface. The city's lights look like the steel being tempered in the steel furnace. They don't add the flavor of Qi because of the warm color. The strong lights will only dazzle people.
Upper east side of Manhattan.
The party full of friends, chatting and chatting is over. Back home, the cheerful hostess of the banquet, who didn't even have time to respond, was carried into the bedroom by Andy, who was a little drunk, and threw it on Chuang...
"Wow, you are so passionate tonight..."
Andy lies on his back on Chuang, caresses him and lies in his arms. He is exhausted. His evening dress has lost its gorgeous appearance. Ivana, who blushes like an octopus, clings to Andy's arms tightly. It seems that he hasn't recovered his consciousness from the fireworks.
"My God, it's a wonderful day." Ivana is very satisfied with everything today, victory, cheer, spotlight, focus, center, excellent boyfriend, perfect banquet and the madness that made her fly to the sky...
"Dear, I feel extremely happy. God is fair. I lost my childhood, but I was given the best boyfriend in the world. Andy, I love you..."
Andy fondly reaches out to touch Ivana's rosy face, looks at her blurred eyes, and says, "I love you, too."
"Well ~"
Ivana felt that Andy who lived in her body had changed again. She could not help biting red Chun, her eyes were misty and Mei's eyes were silky.
"But I don't say it, I just do it! Let's go on... "
The next morning, Andy yawned lazily, tightening the perfect body in his arms. He has become the most perfect prey in the world, enjoying Lushan claw, which is used to sleeping naked.
"Bo ~"
"good morning, honey."
Ivana, who is also languid and tired, was awakened passively. Her beautiful eyes were almost crescent shaped. She turned back and kissed Andy, saying hello.
"My dear, you are so charming that I can't help my YW..."
"Cluck, OK, don't make any noise. Aren't you flying to London today? Be good! "
Ivana naturally knows the livestock level of her boyfriend. She doesn't want to be unable to do anything today. She can only rest at home. After all, her work is also very important. She can't ask for leave because she can't make it all day.
Andy looked at Ivana, who turned over and jumped to the bottom, put on her Pajama, and sighed: "fortunately, I had enough last night, or I would die!"
Ivana pretty face with a different red, not angry white a bad smile on the face of her boyfriend, a bit awkward posture turned into the bathroom.
"Haha... Wait for me, let's wash together
"Don't make a fuss, ah --"
there was another frolic and coquettish cry in the bathroom. Half an hour later, Ivana came out with her face red and angry. She wiped her pretty face with a towel and walked out, ignoring Andy, who was still in the bathroom, whistling and wriggling happily.
After breakfast, Andy takes Ivana's packed luggage with him, and sends Ivana to work first. They hold Wen in the car. After a while, Ivana reluctantly gets out of the car.
Looking at Ivana's back with a sweet smile, graceful and waving gestures from the paparazzi who took pictures of her, Andy smiled, raised the car glass, nodded, and the car slowly drove away from the road.
At Kennedy Airport in New York, Andy boarded a special flight to London accompanied by a group of bodyguards and little assistant Tori Black and two of her little Fu female assistants.
In Hollywood, Los Angeles, the influence of the writers' strike lasted for more than 70 days continues to ferment. With the participation of Hollywood actors, the whole Hollywood has fallen into a state of stagnation. At the same time, Bo and many bottom-level writers have been laid off by the film companies, making things more complicated.
First, the Golden Globes went on strike, and then the Grammys were boycotted. The fate of the 80th Oscar sailing is uncertain, but that doesn't mean that the annual Oscar will be ignored. Some people say that if the artists don't attend the Oscar, it's the same as if the athletes don't attend the Olympic Games. The entertainment circle is always full of noise.
With sunglasses and long black hair, Monica BELLUCCI, wearing a red and black dot fishtail skirt and slim waist long sleeve dress, tasted the fragrant coffee with a white coffee cup gracefully. She was used to taking pictures of paparazzi outside the window and the greedy eyes in the coffee shop.
The dress with slim body and waistband, the amazing radian outlined by her Kua department and her incomparable proud upper circumference, can almost make any man salivate, elegant and charming, charming, with unique mature charm, unforgettable.
Sitting opposite her agent, she is looking at her with some helpless eyes. For Monica, her agent is also very headache. After all, Monica's peak period in Hollywood has passed, and now her position in Hollywood can only be counted as a second-class international movie star, not a Hollywood star. After all, there are not many good scripts that Monica can get, O China's market can't be lost, so although her international fame is guaranteed, in Hollywood, the movie companies don't pay high price.Especially after getting married, Hollywood closed the door to her, leaving only one window to maintain her fame.
"Monica, who are we waiting for? It's been half an hour. He's late
"It's not that they are late, but they haven't arrived at the appointed time. I just want to come in advance and have a quiet taste of Blue Mountain coffee. Why, do you have other things? I think you've been looking at the time. "The red Chun of Monica's Pink se is gently opened, and her sunglass eyes flash with a ponderous smile. She knows that these agents' Philistines can bring benefits to them, and they will serve as gods for themselves. If they can't, another pair of faces will show up.
In recent years, her position in Hollywood is on the decline, and one year after another is unsatisfactory. There are few films with women's roles. Good scripts. If it's not a very special case, women running on both sides of Hollywood are hard to get, that is to say, some vases of supporting women will choose her for the European box office.
She's better. She's also an international actress. The French Rose Sophie Marceau, who is often compared by the media, is worse than her.
"No, it's my only job to serve you. I have received several mirror invitations..."
"Oh, no, we're waiting for someone to come." Monica took off the sunglasses on her face. Her beautiful eyes were very quiet. She looked at the middle-aged man who came to them slowly behind her agent.
"Who?" Looking back curiously, the female agent's eyes become extremely bright. To say that few people in Hollywood now don't know the coming fat man, Carl the fat man, the former agent of Andy Smith, and now the big man in Hollywood, his story has become a legend in the agent circle.
He never gives up on the fallen employer, and finally the employer turns over. He is a little man who has become Hollywood's real power class.
"My God, Monica, why don't you tell me that the person you want to see is Mr. carr..."
"He he, why, is he famous?" Monica didn't know about Carl's recent "rose life," which made him immensely popular in Hollywood.
"Marion godia's best actress in the Golden Globe Award came down from his public relations. I heard that the best actress in this Oscar is probably Marion. Now he is the man of the moment in Hollywood. Many people want to meet him and hear that he will be the next Harvey..."
"Is it?" Monica's eyes twinkled slightly, the corners of her mouth cocked up, showing a faint smile. She stood up gracefully and looked at Karl who had found her. She walked quickly and held out her small hand.
"Hello, Ms. BELLUCCI. Nice to meet you. I'm Carl..."
"Hello, Mr. Carr. Just call me Monica. This is Hannah, my agent."
Carl glanced at the smiling agent, nodded slightly, turned his face into a genial smile, and said to Monica, "I'm sorry, there's a traffic jam on the road, there's a delay, I haven't kept you waiting."
"Ha ha, no, please take a seat." Monica naturally knows why the middle-aged man in front of her takes this attitude towards herself. It seems that Carl, the fat man in front of her, is really the close confidant of the little bastard.
After all, it's a little too hard to believe what happened to her and the little bastard. If you don't know their relationship, Hollywood celebrities like Carl won't explain it to her in such a low manner.
Hannah, a woman agent, flashed a shock in her eyes. The more she knew the prestige of fat Carl, the more she was shocked by the exchange of greetings between her employer and Carl in front of her.
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In the dark winter night, New York is not as vibrant as people think, but as cold as steel.
New York is like a giant steel beast spreading on the earth's surface. The city's lights look like the steel being tempered in the steel furnace. They don't add the flavor of Qi because of the warm color. The strong lights will only dazzle people.
Upper east side of Manhattan.
The party full of friends, chatting and chatting is over. Back home, the cheerful hostess of the banquet, who didn't even have time to respond, was carried into the bedroom by Andy, who was a little drunk, and threw it on Chuang...
"Wow, you are so passionate tonight..."
Andy lies on his back on Chuang, caresses him and lies in his arms. He is exhausted. His evening dress has lost its gorgeous appearance. Ivana, who blushes like an octopus, clings to Andy's arms tightly. It seems that he hasn't recovered his consciousness from the fireworks.
"My God, it's a wonderful day." Ivana is very satisfied with everything today, victory, cheer, spotlight, focus, center, excellent boyfriend, perfect banquet and the madness that made her fly to the sky...
"Dear, I feel extremely happy. God is fair. I lost my childhood, but I was given the best boyfriend in the world. Andy, I love you..."
Andy fondly reaches out to touch Ivana's rosy face, looks at her blurred eyes, and says, "I love you, too."
"Well ~"
Ivana felt that Andy who lived in her body had changed again. She could not help biting red Chun, her eyes were misty and Mei's eyes were silky.
"But I don't say it, I just do it! Let's go on... "
The next morning, Andy yawned lazily, tightening the perfect body in his arms. He has become the most perfect prey in the world, enjoying Lushan claw, which is used to sleeping naked.
"Bo ~"
"good morning, honey."
Ivana, who is also languid and tired, was awakened passively. Her beautiful eyes were almost crescent shaped. She turned back and kissed Andy, saying hello.
"My dear, you are so charming that I can't help my YW..."
"Cluck, OK, don't make any noise. Aren't you flying to London today? Be good! "
Ivana naturally knows the livestock level of her boyfriend. She doesn't want to be unable to do anything today. She can only rest at home. After all, her work is also very important. She can't ask for leave because she can't make it all day.
Andy looked at Ivana, who turned over and jumped to the bottom, put on her Pajama, and sighed: "fortunately, I had enough last night, or I would die!"
Ivana pretty face with a different red, not angry white a bad smile on the face of her boyfriend, a bit awkward posture turned into the bathroom.
"Haha... Wait for me, let's wash together
"Don't make a fuss, ah --"
there was another frolic and coquettish cry in the bathroom. Half an hour later, Ivana came out with her face red and angry. She wiped her pretty face with a towel and walked out, ignoring Andy, who was still in the bathroom, whistling and wriggling happily.
After breakfast, Andy takes Ivana's packed luggage with him, and sends Ivana to work first. They hold Wen in the car. After a while, Ivana reluctantly gets out of the car.
Looking at Ivana's back with a sweet smile, graceful and waving gestures from the paparazzi who took pictures of her, Andy smiled, raised the car glass, nodded, and the car slowly drove away from the road.
At Kennedy Airport in New York, Andy boarded a special flight to London accompanied by a group of bodyguards and little assistant Tori Black and two of her little Fu female assistants.
In Hollywood, Los Angeles, the influence of the writers' strike lasted for more than 70 days continues to ferment. With the participation of Hollywood actors, the whole Hollywood has fallen into a state of stagnation. At the same time, Bo and many bottom-level writers have been laid off by the film companies, making things more complicated.
First, the Golden Globes went on strike, and then the Grammys were boycotted. The fate of the 80th Oscar sailing is uncertain, but that doesn't mean that the annual Oscar will be ignored. Some people say that if the artists don't attend the Oscar, it's the same as if the athletes don't attend the Olympic Games. The entertainment circle is always full of noise.
With sunglasses and long black hair, Monica BELLUCCI, wearing a red and black dot fishtail skirt and slim waist long sleeve dress, tasted the fragrant coffee with a white coffee cup gracefully. She was used to taking pictures of paparazzi outside the window and the greedy eyes in the coffee shop.
The dress with slim body and waistband, the amazing radian outlined by her Kua department and her incomparable proud upper circumference, can almost make any man salivate, elegant and charming, charming, with unique mature charm, unforgettable.
Sitting opposite her agent, she is looking at her with some helpless eyes. For Monica, her agent is also very headache. After all, Monica's peak period in Hollywood has passed, and now her position in Hollywood can only be counted as a second-class international movie star, not a Hollywood star. After all, there are not many good scripts that Monica can get, O China's market can't be lost, so although her international fame is guaranteed, in Hollywood, the movie companies don't pay high price.Especially after getting married, Hollywood closed the door to her, leaving only one window to maintain her fame.
"Monica, who are we waiting for? It's been half an hour. He's late
"It's not that they are late, but they haven't arrived at the appointed time. I just want to come in advance and have a quiet taste of Blue Mountain coffee. Why, do you have other things? I think you've been looking at the time. "The red Chun of Monica's Pink se is gently opened, and her sunglass eyes flash with a ponderous smile. She knows that these agents' Philistines can bring benefits to them, and they will serve as gods for themselves. If they can't, another pair of faces will show up.
In recent years, her position in Hollywood is on the decline, and one year after another is unsatisfactory. There are few films with women's roles. Good scripts. If it's not a very special case, women running on both sides of Hollywood are hard to get, that is to say, some vases of supporting women will choose her for the European box office.
She's better. She's also an international actress. The French Rose Sophie Marceau, who is often compared by the media, is worse than her.
"No, it's my only job to serve you. I have received several mirror invitations..."
"Oh, no, we're waiting for someone to come." Monica took off the sunglasses on her face. Her beautiful eyes were very quiet. She looked at the middle-aged man who came to them slowly behind her agent.
"Who?" Looking back curiously, the female agent's eyes become extremely bright. To say that few people in Hollywood now don't know the coming fat man, Carl the fat man, the former agent of Andy Smith, and now the big man in Hollywood, his story has become a legend in the agent circle.
He never gives up on the fallen employer, and finally the employer turns over. He is a little man who has become Hollywood's real power class.
"My God, Monica, why don't you tell me that the person you want to see is Mr. carr..."
"He he, why, is he famous?" Monica didn't know about Carl's recent "rose life," which made him immensely popular in Hollywood.
"Marion godia's best actress in the Golden Globe Award came down from his public relations. I heard that the best actress in this Oscar is probably Marion. Now he is the man of the moment in Hollywood. Many people want to meet him and hear that he will be the next Harvey..."
"Is it?" Monica's eyes twinkled slightly, the corners of her mouth cocked up, showing a faint smile. She stood up gracefully and looked at Karl who had found her. She walked quickly and held out her small hand.
"Hello, Ms. BELLUCCI. Nice to meet you. I'm Carl..."
"Hello, Mr. Carr. Just call me Monica. This is Hannah, my agent."
Carl glanced at the smiling agent, nodded slightly, turned his face into a genial smile, and said to Monica, "I'm sorry, there's a traffic jam on the road, there's a delay, I haven't kept you waiting."
"Ha ha, no, please take a seat." Monica naturally knows why the middle-aged man in front of her takes this attitude towards herself. It seems that Carl, the fat man in front of her, is really the close confidant of the little bastard.
After all, it's a little too hard to believe what happened to her and the little bastard. If you don't know their relationship, Hollywood celebrities like Carl won't explain it to her in such a low manner.
Hannah, a woman agent, flashed a shock in her eyes. The more she knew the prestige of fat Carl, the more she was shocked by the exchange of greetings between her employer and Carl in front of her.
In the dark winter night, New York is not as vibrant as people think, but as cold as steel. New York is like a giant steel beast spreading on the earth's surface. The city's lights look like the steel being tempered in the steel furnace. They don't add the flavor of Qi because of the warm color. The strong lights will only dazzle people. Upper east side of Manhattan. The party full of friends, chatting and chatting is over. Back home, the cheerful hostess of the banquet, who didn't even have time to respond, was carried into the bedroom by Andy, who was a little drunk, and threw it on Chuang... "Wow, you are so passionate tonight..." Andy lies on his back on Chuang, caresses him and lies in his arms. He is exhausted. His evening dress has lost its gorgeous appearance. Ivana, who blushes like an octopus, clings to Andy's arms tightly. It seems that he hasn't recovered his consciousness from the fireworks. "My God, it's a wonderful day." Ivana is very satisfied with everything today, victory, cheer, spotlight, focus, center, excellent boyfriend, perfect banquet and the madness that made her fly to the sky... "Dear, I feel extremely happy. God is fair. I lost my childhood, but I was given the best boyfriend in the world. Andy, I love you..." Andy fondly reaches out to touch Ivana's rosy face, looks at her blurred eyes, and says, "I love you, too." "Well ~" Ivana felt that Andy who lived in her body had changed again. She could not help biting red Chun, her eyes were misty and Mei's eyes were silky. "But I don't say it, I just do it! Let's go on... " The next morning, Andy yawned lazily, tightening the perfect body in his arms. He has become the most perfect prey in the world, enjoying Lushan claw, which is used to sleeping naked. "Bo ~" "good morning, honey." Ivana, who is also languid and tired, was awakened passively. Her beautiful eyes were almost crescent shaped. She turned back and kissed Andy, saying hello. "My dear, you are so charming that I can't help my YW..." "Cluck, OK, don't make any noise. Aren't you flying to London today? Be good! " Ivana naturally knows the livestock level of her boyfriend. She doesn't want to be unable to do anything today. She can only rest at home. After all, her work is also very important. She can't ask for leave because she can't make it all day. Andy looked at Ivana, who turned over and jumped to the bottom, put on her Pajama, and sighed: "fortunately, I had enough last night, or I would die!" Ivana pretty face with a different red, not angry white a bad smile on the face of her boyfriend, a bit awkward posture turned into the bathroom. "Haha... Wait for me, let's wash together "Don't make a fuss, ah --" there was another frolic and coquettish cry in the bathroom. Half an hour later, Ivana came out with her face red and angry. She wiped her pretty face with a towel and walked out, ignoring Andy, who was still in the bathroom, whistling and wriggling happily. After breakfast, Andy takes Ivana's packed luggage with him, and sends Ivana to work first. They hold Wen in the car. After a while, Ivana reluctantly gets out of the car. Looking at Ivana's back with a sweet smile, graceful and waving gestures from the paparazzi who took pictures of her, Andy smiled, raised the car glass, nodded, and the car slowly drove away from the road. At Kennedy Airport in New York, Andy boarded a special flight to London accompanied by a group of bodyguards and little assistant Tori Black and two of her little Fu female assistants. In Hollywood, Los Angeles, the influence of the writers' strike lasted for more than 70 days continues to ferment. With the participation of Hollywood actors, the whole Hollywood has fallen into a state of stagnation. At the same time, Bo and many bottom-level writers have been laid off by the film companies, making things more complicated. First, the Golden Globes went on strike, and then the Grammys were boycotted. The fate of the 80th Oscar sailing is uncertain, but that doesn't mean that the annual Oscar will be ignored. Some people say that if the artists don't attend the Oscar, it's the same as if the athletes don't attend the Olympic Games. The entertainment circle is always full of noise. With sunglasses and long black hair, Monica BELLUCCI, wearing a red and black dot fishtail skirt and slim waist long sleeve dress, tasted the fragrant coffee with a white coffee cup gracefully. She was used to taking pictures of paparazzi outside the window and the greedy eyes in the coffee shop. The dress with slim body and waistband, the amazing radian outlined by her Kua department and her incomparable proud upper circumference, can almost make any man salivate, elegant and charming, charming, with unique mature charm, unforgettable. Sitting opposite her agent, she is looking at her with some helpless eyes. For Monica, her agent is also very headache. After all, Monica's peak period in Hollywood has passed, and now her position in Hollywood can only be counted as a second-class international movie star, not a Hollywood star. After all, there are not many good scripts that Monica can get, O China's market can't be lost, so although her international fame is guaranteed, in Hollywood, the movie companies don't pay high price.Especially after getting married, Hollywood closed the door to her, leaving only one window to maintain her fame. "Monica, who are we waiting for? It's been half an hour. He's late "It's not that they are late, but they haven't arrived at the appointed time. I just want to come in advance and have a quiet taste of Blue Mountain coffee. Why, do you have other things? I think you've been looking at the time. "The red Chun of Monica's Pink se is gently opened, and her sunglass eyes flash with a ponderous smile. She knows that these agents' Philistines can bring benefits to them, and they will serve as gods for themselves. If they can't, another pair of faces will show up. In recent years, her position in Hollywood is on the decline, and one year after another is unsatisfactory. There are few films with women's roles. Good scripts. If it's not a very special case, women running on both sides of Hollywood are hard to get, that is to say, some vases of supporting women will choose her for the European box office. She's better. She's also an international actress. The French Rose Sophie Marceau, who is often compared by the media, is worse than her. "No, it's my only job to serve you. I have received several mirror invitations..." "Oh, no, we're waiting for someone to come." Monica took off the sunglasses on her face. Her beautiful eyes were very quiet. She looked at the middle-aged man who came to them slowly behind her agent. "Who?" Looking back curiously, the female agent's eyes become extremely bright. To say that few people in Hollywood now don't know the coming fat man, Carl the fat man, the former agent of Andy Smith, and now the big man in Hollywood, his story has become a legend in the agent circle. He never gives up on the fallen employer, and finally the employer turns over. He is a little man who has become Hollywood's real power class. "My God, Monica, why don't you tell me that the person you want to see is Mr. carr..." "He he, why, is he famous?" Monica didn't know about Carl's recent "rose life," which made him immensely popular in Hollywood. "Marion godia's best actress in the Golden Globe Award came down from his public relations. I heard that the best actress in this Oscar is probably Marion. Now he is the man of the moment in Hollywood. Many people want to meet him and hear that he will be the next Harvey..." "Is it?" Monica's eyes twinkled slightly, the corners of her mouth cocked up, showing a faint smile. She stood up gracefully and looked at Karl who had found her. She walked quickly and held out her small hand. "Hello, Ms. BELLUCCI. Nice to meet you. I'm Carl..." "Hello, Mr. Carr. Just call me Monica. This is Hannah, my agent." Carl glanced at the smiling agent, nodded slightly, turned his face into a genial smile, and said to Monica, "I'm sorry, there's a traffic jam on the road, there's a delay, I haven't kept you waiting." "Ha ha, no, please take a seat." Monica naturally knows why the middle-aged man in front of her takes this attitude towards herself. It seems that Carl, the fat man in front of her, is really the close confidant of the little bastard. After all, it's a little too hard to believe what happened to her and the little bastard. If you don't know their relationship, Hollywood celebrities like Carl won't explain it to her in such a low manner. Hannah, a woman agent, flashed a shock in her eyes. The more she knew the prestige of fat Carl, the more she was shocked by the exchange of greetings between her employer and Carl in front of her.
