After dinner, Andy leaned against the sofa, and was bored with the remote control and changed to a gossip news program, and then stopped.

He picked up his phone and looked at it, but there was still no reply to the message. Andy couldn't help but curl his lips, looking at the gossip news played on TV, blinked twice, and snapped the sofa.

"Sheit, why did I forget this show!"

Andy jumped up from the sofa, found paper and pen to write the outline. His am TV station was about to be formed, and he sold all the good variety show ideas in his hands. Therefore, he wanted to find a suitable good program to increase the ratings.

After watching the news reports of these gorgeous female stars in Hollywood and the wives of various male stars, he remembered that he had watched a little bit of "Beverly Wife", which not only satisfies the audience's spy on the lives of these noble ladies, but most importantly, what is more amusing than watching a group of hypocritical and artificial Bichi.

Andy muttered while writing the outline with a wicked smile: "Hehe, put a few drama artists together, tsk, it's hard not to be lively. Don't you want to expose it or show off? I'll give you a chance..."

At this moment, the phone that was placed beside me rang. Andy grabbed the phone and read the text message, smiled on her face, reached out to take out a circular coin-sized remote control from her pants pocket, pressed it, stuffed the paper and pen into her backpack, bent down and started putting on her running shoes, putting on her backpack, and took the hood on her face, leaving the side door of the villa, and disappeared into the backyard in the night.

“Huhu”

In a guest room at the Beverly Hills Hotel, known as the pink palace, Andy was lying on the back with sweat on her back, breathing heavily, calming her previous intense physical exhaustion.

Turning his head and looking at the perfect curve of the niche that is still lying on the ground, and Andy exclaims with unsatisfactory appreciation: "Monica, you are simply unparalleled. You can make me feel happy every time. Oh my God, you really make me crazy!"

Even though Monica had penetrated, she still didn't recover. She grabbed Huang's hand, moved slightly a few times, and slowly turned her head. There was a hint of confusion on her beautiful face, but as time went by, her blurred eyes slowly returned to clearness, and she exhaled a deep breath of turbid air, as if she drove away all the resentment accumulated in her heart.

He slowly got up, and reached out his hand lazy to pull out a slender cigarette from the headstand. "Ding!" Du Peng turned on the light and lit it. After taking a sip, he let out a long sip of smoke, with satisfaction on his face, and a charming smile appeared, and said in her strangely pronounced Italian accent.

"You're such a complete asshole!"

"Is this a compliment?" Andy smiled and supported his head with his right hand, leaning sideways to enjoy the charming infinite charm, watching the Italian goddess smoking afterwards gracefully, and the lazy charm of satisfaction on her face.

"Will you treat your girlfriend like you did to me before? Do you have no scruples and do whatever you want..."

"Of course! It's just that she can't hold on, so you fascinated me so much, the quality makes me feel happy." Andy reached out and stroked Monica's little tui, and exclaimed without hesitation.

"Maybe it was a mistake for me to come to the United States this time..." Monica gracefully placed the cigarette on the crystal ashtray, raised her arms and put it together her chestnut hair wet with sweat, tied it up, and didn't care about Andy, who was enjoying the charming scenery. Her green eyes stared at her amazingly impressive scale.

"But, since things are already like this, then let's do it. At least I can guarantee that I have a perfect life, which will keep my mood happy for a long time. In the tug-of-war with time, the mottled shadows left on my face will come later."

"Your beauty has nothing to do with youth, it is the ultimate charm that extends behind the brilliance. Haven't you said that this is your most beautiful life period? It's extremely honorable that you can enjoy this beauty exclusively!"

"Gee..." Monica smiled and shook her head and said, "Greedy little guy..."

Turning back and squeezing out the cigarette butt and getting off the fire, Monica walked to the bathroom and glanced at Andy and said, "Little guy, do you still have the strength?"

"Don't doubt!" Andy made a bodybuilding move, followed closely behind, hugged Monica Fengni's delicate body, and walked into the bathroom with a charming laughter.

The next morning.

After reaching out and fumbled for a while, Andy slowly opened his sleepy eyes. There were still figures of things beside him. He couldn't help but yawn and sat up lazyly. Xia Chuang picked up his nightgown and put it on, walked into the bathroom to wash.

This is an ambassador suite, about 120 square meters, with a standing bedroom and living room, which can enjoy a large and comfortable space for leisure or office. When Andy came to the living room, Monica had already applauded breakfast.

"Good morning, my goddess."

"Good morning, little guy."

"No, my dear, I've said a long time ago, don't call me a little guy, look, it's a lot of people, have you ever suffered from him?" Andy hugged Monica's waist and sniffed her neck.

"Stop making trouble, after breakfast, get out of here, you're simply a lunatic. This is the Beverly Hills hotel, full of celebrities and reporters, aren't you afraid of exposure?"

Andy kissed Monica's extremely rosy cheek, sat on the dining table full of breakfast, shook off the napkin, leisurely put it on, picked up a piece of bread and smiled, "To be honest, I'm not afraid. I have a long private room here, I can go up right in a while."

"Haha, it's not for stealing qing..." Monica also sat down gracefully, looking at the change of expression on Andy's face with a smile on her face.

"It's really not. There is also a Four Seasons Hotel, which is used to hide from paparazzi. You know, I sometimes need a quiet environment to write novels, and the damn paparazzi at home are tossing outside all day long. My two dogs are often joking and have to hide out."

Andy won’t tell her the truth. Women’s intuition is sometimes terrible. She guessed right. He stole the Australian sweetheart Miranda Kerr here, and it was also very enjoyable and refreshing, making people feel aftertaste!

Monica smiled faintly and did not bother with this kind of problem. After all, the relationship between the two is just a partner. If you invest too much love, it will only make each other confused and embarrassed. When they are together, they pursue happiness, not seeking abuse.

"Monica, you should have a place to stay in Los Angeles. You can't stay in a hotel all the time, right?"

"This is good. I don't like the American environment. I am a European. When I return to Europe, I feel comfortable. And I don't know how to get along with people like Hollywood for a long time. People here are overly concerned about money and success. What I can't accept most of them like to suck du. Andy, don't try to make me a part of Hollywood. I will come here to make movies. If I need me, Hollywood is not a part of my life..."

After the divorce, Monica did think about moving to Hollywood, but during the time she came here, she found that this place was still the Hollywood she had seen before, and there was still no change in the fame and fortune fair.

Opportunities, opportunities, always tense, no personal hidden, paparazzi stealing everywhere, open and secret struggles everywhere, and various transactions are open and open, making people feel depressed and nervous. This has formed a fierce conflict with her lazy and comfortable life after her success in recent years.

Andy was a little helpless. To put it bluntly, Monica has been eliminated by Hollywood. She can no longer apply to the clockwork rhythm of fame and fortune. Perhaps from the beginning, Monica was just a passerby in Hollywood and came to gilding. The good thing is that she successfully gilded, and the bad thing is that gilding is just gilding after all.

"Okay, I respect your decision, but don't take any trash movies in Europe, especially those who make you untidy. Damn it, those trash directors who are rascal in the banner of art films just want to use yours as a selling point to cheat the box office."

Monica giggled and said, "The 45 million euro pay is difficult for me to refuse, and I don't have to waste much energy and time. I know their purpose very well, so I take on one or two Hollywood movies every year, even for supporting roles."

"You won't be dissatisfied with the second-tier pay you this time, right?" Andy couldn't give Monica money directly, so the quality of the relationship between the two would change, which would make Monica angry. She could only use this tactful way to give her money, so that she could live a more free and comfortable life.

"Well, I'm very satisfied, or my agent in Hollywood was a little surprised. I didn't expect that a so-called international movie star like me could still get a second-tier 5 million pay, and it's still the heroine. Haha, should I say thank you?"

"Your box office appeal in Europe is worth this price, and the boys in the United States still hold the most real and beautiful qy fantasies about you, and they will walk into the theater for you."

Andy said seriously as she looked at Monica's classical and beautiful face and clear and bright black eyes.
Chapter completed!