Chapter 235

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"Excuse me, where is the capital of Venezuela?"

On the stage, facing the last question of the talent show, Gail gado thought a little and gave his own answer, "Caracas."

"Correct answer!"

after this routine judgment, there was a lot of applause in the competition hall. Murphy and Kara Firth, who was sitting next to him, were clapping hard. The support group that Kara Firth found nearby even made a banner that "Gail gado is Miss Universe".

"If I choose," Carla Firth whispered, "Gail must be Miss Universe of this year."

Murphy shook his head. "It's a pity that the criteria of the judges are different from ours. It's not just the performance on stage that determines Miss Universe's ownership."

Gail gado's performance this afternoon can be called perfect. Although there is Murphy's personal psychological judgment, she is not much worse than the best players. In the question session just now, she answered all the questions correctly.

In addition to the previous swimsuit and evening dress, she can hardly find any other defects except a little green.

But Murphy understands that, not to mention Miss Universe, Gail gado is unlikely to enter the next round of the top 15.

As he said before, it's not just the performance on stage, the usual training attitude and the spirit of striving for that determine Miss Universe's ownership. All these will affect the final result.

Gail gado is very ordinary in these aspects. Her usual training can be seen from her ability to sneak out and date Murphy. She basically takes three days to fish and two days to bask in the net, not to mention the spirit of active struggle. She just takes this competition as tourism and knowledge growth. This kind of emotion is also very obvious. If the organizer gives Miss Universe to her

Think of here, Murphy sighed, in fact, Gail - gado is also very clear, even if eliminated, presumably will not be sad.

Sure enough, two hosts stepped onto the stage and announced the results of the competition. There was no Gail gado in the top 15.

That's the end of today's game. Murphy, like everyone else, stood up and was ready to leave.

"I'll be backstage later," he whispered to Carla Firth. "Are you going?"

Carla Firth shook her head. "I asked Paul Anderson to talk about alien vs. iron soldier this evening."

Her project has a lot of resistance, but it is also progressing steadily, and the title of the film has been determined.

"I'm not going to the party tonight?" Murphy asked again.

Carla Firth nodded her head. "No more."

In the evening, the organizer will hold a thank-you party in the last club. Murphy's first-class VIP ticket is also an invitation to the party. This party is a charity party, and all contestants must attend. Gail gado is no exception. This is written into their participation contract.

After leaving the competition hall, Murphy went backstage. Many people came backstage to look for people like him. Ninety nine percent of them were men. After all, this is Miss Universe, not Mr. universe.

Everyone was stopped and Murphy had to wait here, but Gail gado knew he would come and sent a text message first.

"Give me five minutes."

Don't say five minutes, even five hours, Murphy will wait patiently.

But just five minutes later, Gail gado, wearing a baseball cap and a white T-shirt and Capris, turned out of the backstage aisle.

"This way." Murphy waved to her.

Gail gado stepped up and trotted to Murphy's side regardless of the other people's eyes aiming at his long legs. Seeing his open arm, he first jumped on it, then stood on tiptoe and gave him a kiss on the lip.

It's not a place to talk. Murphy pulls Gail gado up and walks out, looking into her eyes.

"What are you looking at?" Gail gado touched his face with the other hand. "Is it ugly without makeup?"

"Of course not." Murphy head shake fast, "you don't make up more beautiful, there is a fresh and natural beauty."

He took another look at Gail gado and deliberately said, "I want to see if you're crying red."

"You think I'll cry?" Gail gado squeezed Murphy's hand. "Elimination is not the end of the world."

They went out while talking, but they fell into a tight encirclement as soon as they went out.

There are a lot of reporters gathered outside, and paparazzi can be seen everywhere in Los Angeles. When they see Murphy and Gail gado, they gather around like flies.

"That man is Murphy Stanton, the director of" chainsaw "and" sin city. " Murphy has been recognized by sharp eyed journalists.

And a well-informed man called out, "he must be next to miss Israel Gail gado."

The cameras in these guys' hands are faster than their mouths, and the flashing lights are all connected.Murphy knew that these guys were difficult to deal with. Once they got entangled, she couldn't get away easily. Without waiting for them to get close, she stood in front of Gail gado and isolated her from the paparazzi.

"Let's go back." He said quickly.

Now there's no one to help. It's really the same as Longtan tiger.

From walking on the red carpet hand in hand with Murphy, Gail gado was harassed by paparazzi more than once. Knowing that these guys were very annoying, he withdrew under the cover of Murphy.

Murphy follows Gail gado back to the theater, pulls her up and runs back.

"Let's go through the main gate."

After running to the place where there were security personnel, Murphy stopped, took out his cell phone and dialed Kara Firth, "are you gone? If you don't leave, come here. Gail and I will go to the hotel

They turned back to the front hall of the theater and walked out with the crowd. This time it was quiet. Gail gado asked curiously, "haven't you ever been a journalist before? Is this a crazy business? "

Out of the theater, the reporters here pay more attention to those high-profile celebrities, and don't notice Murphy and Gail gado in the ordinary audience.

Murphy saw Carla Firth's BMW, pulled Gail gado to the other side, and said, "entertainment paparazzi is always crazy. Social journalists are only crazy about it."

Walking to BMW, Murphy first knocked on the co pilot's lathe glass, then opened the rear door and entered with Gail gado.

"You've also been a journalist," Carla Firth said, starting her car and driving away from the theater. "You didn't know you had to follow the crowd at this time."

Murphy shook his head. "I think too much."

"Carla," Gail gadolfo asked behind Carla Firth's seat, "don't you go to the party tonight?"

"I have something else to do." Carla Firth looked at Murphy and Gail gado in the rearview mirror. "I won't disturb you."

She and Gail gado visited the street several times and got along well. This Israeli girl is much better than that rebellious and impulsive British girl before.

Drop Murphy and Gail gado at the door of the hotel, and Kara Firth leaves directly.

Through the hotel lobby, into the elevator, probably the earliest to come back, did not meet other competitors, Murphy and Gail gado stand together, patiently waiting for the elevator.

"Won't you go back and change your dress?" Seeing Murphy's T-shirt and sweatpants, Gail gado thought, "is that how to Party in the evening?"

She has a good family education. It's OK for her to dress up like this to attend a private party. It's very impolite to attend such a charity dinner.

"I rented a room on the top floor," Murphy pointed up. "The clothes are in the room."

"Oh..." Gail gado's eyes blinked. "How do you think of staying in a hotel?"

When the elevator came, Murphy took her up the elevator, stood behind Gail gado and gave her a kiss on the back of her neck. "To get closer to you."

Gail gado looked at Murphy through the smooth glass elevator door, but did not speak. When the elevator reached the first floor where she stayed, she turned to stop Murphy who wanted to get off the elevator together. "You go back and change your clothes. I'll see you in the lobby in an hour."

Listening to her, Murphy didn't force her to leave. She went to the suite on the top floor and had a rest for half an hour. Then she changed her dress and went down to the lobby. She found a sofa in the rest room where she could see the exit of the elevator. She sat on it and waited.

During this time, he also called for a car by phone. There was a red carpet ceremony in the charity line at night. It was more convenient to have a special car service.

It's probably a habit I've developed since I was a child. Gail gado is very punctual. When it's five minutes away from an hour, he turns out of the elevator.

She painted light make-up, a black evening dress that fell to half of her thigh, highlighting the inherent advantage of long and straight legs. She looked very charming.

Although more green than the goddess in memory, Gail gado is almost perfect in Murphy's eyes.

"Honey," Murphy said, kissing her on the side of her face. "You're beautiful."

Gail gado, on the other hand, withdrew his face and warned, "don't waste my make-up."

Although it looks like a light make-up, Murphy knows that this kind of make-up is very troublesome. When his mobile phone rings, he looks down and says, "here comes the car. Let's go."

Taking Murphy's arm, Gail gado follows him out of the hotel and gets on the bus to the party club.

Before we get to the club, there are many cars on the road, and there are even congestion in some places. Many celebrities can be seen from the windows of some luxury cars.

From the perspective of increasing popularity and publicity, the organizer set up a long red carpet in front of the club where the party was held. Many media reporters gathered on both sides of the red carpet.

This is not the premiere of his own film. Murphy has no interest in cooperating. She quickly enters the club through the red carpet with Gail gado in her arm. In front of a large banquet hall, she sees Donald Trump, the party reporter convenor who welcomes guests. (to be continued). )