"Whose car is this?"

After closing the car door and tying up the seat belt, Natalie asked curiously.

"Do you like your birthday gift?" Ryan stepped on the accelerator, and the red Maserati left the street where Natalie rented in a wind, galloping towards the eastern section of Long Island.

"The colors are too bright and the style is too swaggering. Keep up with the East Side..." Speaking of this, Natalie shrugged playfully.

Listening to the girl's reasons, Ryan shook his head gently. Fortunately, this was not a gift he prepared. This sports car was borrowed from the pink fairy he stayed at the Waldorf Hotel.

"Okay, this car is actually Pari's."

Ryan opened a heart-shaped ornament in front of the car, inside which was a photo of a girl with straight platinum hair.

"Have you not been in touch for a long time?" Natalie asked calmly.

"Yes." Ryan turned the steering wheel and waited for the car to turn the corner, and then said, "When I went to Waldorf Astoria Hotel today, I happened to meet her. My car was parked in the villa here, so I had to borrow one."

"Paris or the same?"

"It's almost the same. I said goodbye after saying a few words to her."

After all, I haven't contacted him for a while. Paris Hilton would lend him this limited edition sports car. First, it was a friendship that he had established since his youth, and second, it was a desire to go to Hollywood to develop.

The car parked in front of a villa. Ryan and Natalie walked out of the car door one after another, opened the electric door, and entered the courtyard of the villa.

The villa is a typical French style, with the red roof and the white walls spotless. After walking through the small vestibule, the two entered the living room. The area of ​​the house is not large. The decoration is also very simple, obviously not for long-term living.

Although the house covers a limited area, it is located very well. Walking up to the balcony on the second floor, you can see the beautiful coastline not far away and the sparkling water light. Occasionally, you can smell the slightly salty smell when the sea breeze blows by.

After walking around the villa, the two of them prepared black tea and snacks together and returned to the balcony. Sitting at the table woven rattan, drinking afternoon tea while admiring the sea and sky in the distance.

"A very good place, you can settle here." Natalie stared at the sea in the distance, siping black tea.

"Do you like it?" Ryan seemed to say inadvertently, "If you like it, you can move here, Nat."

Natalie turned her head and stared at him blankly.

"This can save money. The rent in your small villa should be very expensive, right?" Ryan immediately found a reason.

"I just found a job. The pay is enough to deal with my expenses." Natalie lowered her eyes and turned her head, not telling that she had been moved just now.

Work? Pay? These two words attracted Ryan's attention, and he asked curiously. "What movie did you take?"

"The title of the film is tentatively called "Fang Xin Tianya", and the director is still a Chinese." Natalie probably felt that she had never mentioned it to Ryan, and explained in detail with a little apology. "When the other party invited me, I refused because there was a nude scene, so I didn't tell you. But a few days ago, director Winnie Wang specially sent someone a new script, and they deleted those overly sensitive scenes."

Ryan nodded slowly, of course he knew which movie Natalie was talking about.

"By the way, Nat." Ryan suddenly pointed to the house next door, "I heard that this villa is for rent. You can rent it down and we are neighbors."

"Ryan." Natalie stared into his eyes and said extremely seriously. "In the next year, I will take the Sat test, film "Fang Tianya" and the post-production dubbing of "Star Wars". I don't have time to think about other things."

"Sorry, Ryan."

Perhaps knowing that just now had passed, Natalie put down the teacup and held down her big hand on the rattan chair with force.

"It's okay, my dear...Nate." Holding the little hand in his palm, gently pinching the protruding joints on it, Ryan asked, "Have you thought about which university to apply for?"

"Harvard is the first choice."

Without any hesitation, the girl gave the expected answer.

“Clinical Psychology?”

"Hmm~"

For Ryan, there were no surprises.

The sea breeze gradually became cooler and the sky became dimmed. Before we knew it, the two of them sat on the balcony and chatted for half an afternoon, just like when they were young.

"What do you want to eat for dinner?" Ryan did not mean to let Natalie go.

"Do you do it or me?" Natalie asked.

"this……"

Ryan looked at the little hand she was catching, then looked at her hand, and quickly made a decision, "We'll go out and eat."

In the French restaurant of Waldorf Astoria Hotel, the melodious and soothing piano sounded like flowing water. Ryan looked at the pink fairy sitting beside Natalie helplessly and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"How do you know I'm here?"

"I asked the people in the lobby to pay special attention. They will notify me when you come back."

Paris Hilton held the fork and poked the steak on the disk with no intention of enjoying dinner. She looked at Natalie again, "Hey, Nat, you won't be upset, are you?"

"Of course not." Natalie smiled politely, "We haven't seen each other for a few years, Paris."

"Yes, you two have become big stars." The rich daughter's tone was filled with unabashed envy. "After graduating from high school next year, I plan to develop in Hollywood."

"You want to go to Hollywood?" Natalie was a little curious. Does this girl born with a golden spoon in her mouth need to roll in that Vanity Fair?

"Yes, I want the whole world to remember the name Paris Hilton..."

"Cough~" Ryan coughed lightly and quickly swallowed the food in his mouth, "Sorry, I'm eating a little soon."

"It's okay." Paris Hilton suddenly leaned forward and asked seriously, "Ryan, can you give me some advice?"

Although this girl has not completely left the category of naive love to play, this does not mean that she is a fool. Instead, the elite education she received since childhood has made her vaguely understand how to use every favorable condition.

"You can sing? Have you received professional vocal learning? Pari?" Ryan asked seriously.

"No." Paris shook her head.

"Where is the acting? Do you have any relevant experience?" Ryan continued to ask.

"No." Paris continued to shake her head.

"Do you know other knowledge about script creation or film and television production?"

"Won't."

Before Ryan could continue asking questions this time, she said anxiously, "I have been an amateur model before and have shot covers for many magazines."

"So." Ryan put his right hand on the dining table, stretched out a finger, and in line with his tone, "You should move towards fashion."

"Fashion?" Paris shook her head subconsciously.

"Don't be busy denying it." Ryan pointed to her pink clothes. "You have a lot of experience in dressing, such as today's clothes, which suits your style..."

Natalie's eyes floated across Ryan's face. It seemed like he had never praised himself so much, right? Damn guy.

"Ryan, are we friends?" Paris didn't listen to what he said just now.

"Of course." No matter what, the friendship we established when we were young is much more reliable than those who came together now.

"Then you find a role for me."

Paris Hilton suddenly grabbed Ryan's right hand on the table and shook it gently, "It's better to be a character who will become popular soon. I want to become a big star as soon as possible."

You really don't know how to be polite! Natalie's eyes suddenly opened wide, staring at the two hands that were connected together.

Almost as Paris finished speaking, Ryan pulled his hand back calmly. He said tactfully, "Pari, the words may not be very listenable, but they do not have a foundation in acting. It is difficult to find a suitable role."

"What should I do?" Paris lifted her chin and showed a thoughtful look.

In fact, Ryan really wants to tell her that it is just based on your identity as one of the heirs of the Hilton Group. As long as you introduce yourself into that circle, you can go out for a walk without even making too outrageous actions. Just relying on your own identity and appearance is enough to attract the attention of many media.

But this is not suitable for saying it in person.

"I have an idea." Paris's eyes lit up and she asked, "Ryan, I remember you don't have a girlfriend, right?"

Ryan did not answer, but looked at Natalie, the girl in Long Island had already answered for him, "He didn't."

"Then it's better." Paris doesn't care who the person answered, "Tomorrow, we pretend to be a couple and go to the Fifth Avenue..."

Speaking of this, she shook her head and without waiting for Ryan to refute, she said excitedly, "Ryan, let me be your girlfriend!"

"What?" Ryan widened his eyes in surprise.

"Let me be your girlfriend." Paris didn't seem to be joking, "Don't you think we are all very suitable for age?"

At this moment, there was a crisp sound of knife and fork hitting the disk next to him. Natalie stood up, "Ryan, I'm full, please send me home."

"Sorry, Paris, it's very late, I'm going back." She looked at her side again.

"Okay." Ryan quickly stood up, "Goodbye, Pari."

He no longer gave this troublemaker a chance to speak, and pulled Natalie away from the Waldorf Astoria Hotel without looking back.

"Paris is just kidding."

While driving, Ryan glanced at the passenger seat and the girl from Long Island was very calm.

"Have you encountered it before?" Natalie asked softly after a long time.

"Yeah." Ryan nodded and said slowly, "You should know the way some women in this circle are doing."

Natalie pursed her lips hard and stared at Ryan's eyes. It was very rare for her to persevere until now. Maybe she should make some concessions and changes.

"Ryan, don't forget two days later." Natalie reminded before getting off the car.

"It's your birthday, my dear Nat." (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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