The only feeling when An Feng woke up the next day was that his head was so dizzy and uncomfortable. He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling above his head and was stunned. The glass door was open, and the morning breeze blew over the swimming pool. It was a little cold. An Feng subconsciously wanted to pull the blanket, but he was stunned when he turned his head.

This is not a hotel.

He lay on a large chang. Why? Because one...two...three, three women lying on it. He pulled the blanket away and wanted to get up. Well, the fourth one was huddled under the blanket. He gently took her hand on her belly, sat up with her legs shrank, rubbed her painful head to find her cell phone... The fifth one was lying on the wool carpet under the bed, and she was sleeping in a daze. An Feng patted her face without any response.

He tiptoed to find his cell phone and his pants that he threw on the ground, put them on in a hurry, and looked back before walking out of the room. Oh my God, this must have been not done by himself... After he walked out of this door, he gradually recalled the ridiculous scene of last night in his mind: everyone was drunk and had enough fun. The underages went home and the adults stayed behind were naked and excited, and they did whatever they should do. An Feng pulled a bunch of foreign horses to the guest room, and then repeated it like a perpetual motion machine on the woman, repeating it again and again.

Looking back on this process, fatigue is better than pleasure and a little guilty. He doesn't owe anyone, but so many people are always a little... To be honest, he had the intention of hooking up with girls before he came, but his mind was pure, only one! What's going on with these five or six now?

This is the same as the fact that he finally saved 10,000 yuan and was excited to buy a local rich man in tea eggs, but when he arrived at the place, he found out that he could actually buy 5,000 yuan. He couldn't accept it, and he was mentally prepared... In summary, there was only one sentence: a bitch is pretentious.

An Feng despised his hypocrisy and walked to the living room. He saw Roger lying on the sofa with his head tilted, covered with a woman's bra, and the carpet was covered with colorful clothes. It was estimated that the living room was even more powerful than the guest room last night. He reached out and shook Roger a few times, and then sat opposite him.

Roger stayed for a while before getting up, sighing, "I'm going to be late?"

Late? An Feng glanced at his watch and gloated: "Haha, it's almost 12 o'clock."

"I bought it!" Roger patted his head and bounced like an electric shock: "I can't play so crazy in the future. By the way, I played it well last night, right?"

"It's ridiculous!" An Feng shook his head, "Where are you looking for so many women?"

Roger smiled proudly. Just as he was about to speak, the phone on the ground rang. He staggered and touched it several times but couldn't catch it. Finally, An Feng helped him pick it up. Roger took the phone and said thank you. Then he leaned on the sofa casually and started playing video communication with Hani.

The one who called Roger's girlfriend Miranda, the woman who was the fashion director of the former supermodel last time. An Feng wanted to avoid it, but he saw a hot girl wearing only T-trousers walking by behind Roger and falling into the background of the video call, he didn't care, and he moved his butt and sat down again.

Roger chatted for a few minutes, then put down the phone and asked, "What did you say just now?"

"Nothing." An Feng shook his head and changed the topic: "Isn't the one who called you your girlfriend?"

"Miranda? That's right." Roger put his feet on the table and rubbed his face. "We live together, sleep together at night, and love together."

"Then she doesn't mind if you are so messing around?" An Feng looked at the girl who was looking for clothes to wear. The meaning was clearer.

Roger waved his hand and said with a smile: "We have made an agreement to keep each other loyal until we really decide to get married, otherwise we should not interfere with each other's private lives. You know it's important to keep fresh, and you didn't have a lot of fun last night. What's so strange about it!"

An Feng looked contemptuous: "I am different from you. I have broken up with my girlfriend, so it doesn't matter who I have sex with. And I was probably passive last night."

"What a noble reason." Roger also despised him.

"Thank you! If I had a girlfriend, I would be loyal to the other party and would not do such a thing." An Feng just felt that he was a little noble.

Roger laughed when he heard this: "How boring that, can you be sure that she will be your wife in the end? This kind of love is too tiring. I have pursued true love before, but I will never find the feeling of being with me for a lifetime in the movie. It is not as good as the contract couple between Miranda and me! The contract description: we need each other, complement each other, and discuss the others later. If it is suitable, we will get together, but I am still young, so I am not in a hurry!"

An Feng understood what contract couples say are so noble, but they are not fuck-friendly relationships. However, Roger's open love is strange, and it may be a common phenomenon in the circle of rich people. After getting tired of playing, choose someone who feels like a match and keep going with the marriage safely.

Roger looked at An Feng with a slutty smile: "You just broke up? You must be because there is no one around you, so you are lonely? Before you prepare for a new relationship, do you think the relationship I mentioned is very good? Very free? Very yearning? Very eager to learn from me? I am thinking about getting something done in my heart?"

"Go to you!" An Feng smashed him with a pillow.

Roger avoided and smiled and patted his thighs: "I see through you! Bitch!"

...

The loan matter in the afternoon was still not handled, and it is expected to be until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Roger will go out to fulfill his contract boyfriend's obligations: visiting the set and showing his love. He also invited An Feng to go with him. An Feng habitually refused, so he did not disturb others' world. But Roger said Miranda was working.

Roger: "There are a lot of very spicy models out there, do you want to go for food?"

An Feng: "You think of me as a livestock?"

Then he went...or why would it be a bitch?

The location is located in Beverly Hills, and there are many fashion bars, high-end perfume shops, customized clothing stores, etc. A fashion expert, Miranda naturally cannot do without the circle of celebrities in Beverly, otherwise how can she lead the trend?

The work location is an ordinary three-story building, and there are almost all these low buildings along the way. The luxury car Bentley and Double R stores are only one or two floors. Roger bought a bouquet of flowers on the road, sprayed some men's perfume on his body, and wore sunglasses. He walked in very proudly, and An Feng was automatically staying away.

An Feng picked up a monthly magazine from the previous issue and flipped it out casually. The content was mostly high-end, with very little circulation. It talked about high-end enjoyment such as jewelry, clothing, luxury cars, yachts, and airplanes. One piece of jewelry costs more than 100,000 yuan and one piece of watch costs hundreds of thousands, which ordinary people can't afford.

When he came to the shooting scene with Roger, he happened to meet a group of models wearing gold and silver, wearing fashionable clothes, standing under the light for shooting. The cameraman was very busy. Miranda was at the command site, and Roger came forward to deliver flowers. She hugged and kissed him, and then opened her arms to An Feng.

"Hi, Bruce!" Miranda still remembers An Feng's name.

"Long time no see, Miranda, you are still so beautiful." An Feng gave her two polite gifts. Usually, the more times they often mean the better the relationship. If you want to come ten times, others will say you are crazy.

"Thank you," Miranda said with a smile, "I still have some things to do, you can do whatever you want, there is coffee over there."

Roger said: "You are busy, I can see you."

“So-sweet(so sweet)!”

After the words came to an end, the models or staff next to them envied her boyfriend for being so considerate and so on, and she also accepted the flattery of everyone with a sweet look on her face.

An Feng glanced at the "sincere" Roger. He should be able to win a movie star in Hollywood, right?

I sat down with Roger to watch the scene. The models were very good and great. They were tall and long, each of them was about 1.7 meters tall and had a standard figure, but they were very busy and had to put on makeup from time to time. If they were not suitable for their movements, they would start over. Seeing them walking around wearing ten centimeter high heels for a long time, it felt that it was not easy to get along with the glamorous back.

Roger whispered to An Feng when he was bored: "These models that meet the supermodel standards are just good-looking. In fact, they are on a serious diet and don't have much flesh on their bodies. They feel like they are bones when pressed on, and they are not very energetic. Only the "three-page girl" of The Sun and the "cover girl" of Playboy are the best."

An Feng said, "That should be called Fengman, right?"

Roger nodded: "That's right, the perfect plump-fullness can make the curves on the front, back and side perfectly reflect, right?"

An Feng deeply agreed.

Professor Roger suddenly looked up and stared at the front: "Look at that girl, wow! She is straight and straight, her skin is tight, it's rare to see her! I'll give her 90s in her figure, where are you?"

After An Feng glanced a few times, he said seriously: "80! I am an oriental, look at my face! I also hold on to the Asian female compatriots: You can only YY in your mind for this figure."

Roger was respectful to his national heart.

After several rounds of shooting, the tall horse with brown curly hair stepped down, took off his high heels and rubbed his sore feet. The casual movements were full of charm.

An Feng glanced at Roger and stood up and left decisively: "Brother, I'm sorry, in fact, I also have 90 in my heart."

After the words came, An Feng sat in front of the horse.
Chapter completed!