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Yuki Nakayama lies on her back on the hotel bed, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes. The chandelier is not fully turned on and emits a soft light, which makes her look quite pure in a white dress. In the bathroom, there was a murmur of water. It was a showering girl. The American gentleman she needed to serve should be talking to his friends in the bar of the hotel.

Previous pictures constantly flood into her mind, making her mind become scattered. I remember that nearly ten years ago, she had already made music for animation. At that time, she had already wanted to be an artist, so she kept working hard until she finally realized her dream three years ago. She was chosen by the producers of the Okinawa TV series "blue summer" and became a contract performer of the current office.

She has also heard about those things in the entertainment industry. She has been warned and taught some knowledge about how to protect herself. She has also used these skills to deal with several people. Since then, she did not think that it would be a good idea for her to join the body shaping agency. However, she did not think that she would be able to help her next generation of baby shapers because she had not recommended a few things from her own school.

She was shocked at the request of the other party. Although she wanted to endure it, she still showed it on her face. She wants to refuse, but although the other party is smiling, her words are irresistible, and the implied meaning is very clear. If she is not willing to do so, she will not be able to stand out in this circle. She was very angry that they could send her as goods. She would rather give up the opportunity that was available at hand rather than do it.

very much, but an elder of the firm told her that even if she was to quit the entertainment industry, she would have to fulfill the requirements of the other party before she could quit

The elder looked at her sympathetically and meaningfully, but did not go on. She thought of all the things she had heard before, and her heart was cold. In fact, she is not very conservative. She just wants to give her first time to the people she likes. Even though she is ridiculed by many students in school, she still tries her best to carry out her idea. Unexpectedly, today

But she had no choice, and the weakness of the Japanese woman at that moment made her succumb and was sent to the man's room at the dinner table. Although she tried to control the feeling of humiliation, she could not help but sob at the moment when the other party entered her body

she thought that this would make the other party angry or make the other person more excited. She knew that some people like this. But the other side suddenly became extremely gentle. Several caresses and kisses not only let her relax completely, but also let her have a good taste of the beauty of * * the next day, in addition to the inconvenience of walking, there was not much discomfort. What a strange man.

"You Ji Hui, do you want to take a shower?" At this time, the voice of Chang pan Guizi rang, and you Ji Hui, who was in memory, sat up quickly.

"After a while, master changpan." By Ji Hui politely smile, her facial features position is just right, the corner of her mouth when it appears very gentle, very virtuous, coupled with the girl's breath also appears very pure.

"All right." The noble son nodded and wiped his hair on the sofa. After a pause, he asked again, "do you have What's the matter

"What's on your mind?" By Ji Hui wants to say no, but looks at the noble son's eyes and then silence down.

After she was settled, she was forced to read a lot of other party's information. She knew that the American man was a very powerful and talented man in Hollywood on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, so they wanted to please him. She hated the American man, but after two days of company with him, she was left at a loss.

This man is very gentle and considerate. Although he is very lecherous, he not only likes to let her come with her, but also likes to play some role-playing games, but he never forces her. I remember the first time she proposed to play role-playing, she refused because of her instinctive resistance. The other party shrugged and let the hotel open another suite to let her have a good rest.

"You Not angry, Mr. Adrian? " She was surprised to ask.

"Why am I angry?" The other party laughed, and then he picked her up and put her on the bed. After kissing her forehead, she stroked her face lovingly: "women are used to care, not for."

From that moment on, her heart seemed to be touched by something, and then began to try to cater to him. Now, he suddenly proposed that he wanted to take her to the United States to develop, because he liked her very much, he wanted her to be her woman, which made her confused again.

"I don't know what to say..." A moment later, Ji Hui sighed.

"If you think you can say it to me, say it; if you think you can't, don't say it." Your son smiles.

Ji Hui sighed again to learn that the prince was also serving Adrian. She was surprised and embarrassed. Last year, when "please tell me I love you" hit, she saw it and liked the image of Guizi, but she didn't expect to meet in this way. However, when she found that her son was so flattering to Adrian, she even instructed her how to do it when she was in the line of three people. She was embarrassed and looked down on each other at the same time."Why resist? Adrian is a very gentle man and respects me The noble son lightly responded to her question, "at least better than some men."

This sentence suddenly let Ji Hui have a resonance, the attitude towards your son has become complicated.

"Well, I I'd like to ask senior changpan... " You Ji Hui bit his lip, "if I mean, if you have a chance to go to the United States Will you go? "

Ji Hui was still too simple. He said this too much. He knew what was going on when he heard it. In this case, if the other party was a little careful and guided twice, he would have different results. However, this is in Japan. Most female artists have several friends of the same sex who have good friendship in the circle. Although their generations are always there, they are not as well-defined as Bangzi. After all, they are vulnerable groups. In addition, Japanese collectivism naturally brings them together, so the noble son does not interfere.

"It seems that Mr. Adrian likes you very much, you Ji Hui." The noble son sighed so, did not conceal his envy, and by Ji Hui's face for no reason red up.

"Go to America, get out of here, and follow him." Then the noble son said again.

"But..." Ji Hui showed a hesitant look, she did not think about this, although not very familiar with Adrian, but also through those information that he is a wonderful person. However, although she can summon up the courage to come to Tokyo from Okinawa, Hollywood is foreign after all, and her understanding of it is only limited to paper. Can she really adapt to it? What about the family? And it all depends on Adrian's commitment, if

"Mr. Adrian is a good man," as if reading her mind, and the noble son opened his mouth again. "Although I have only been with him for half a month, I know that he is a good man. As long as it is a promise, he will not go back on his word."

"Is it?" Ji Hui's hands unconsciously grasp the corner of the clothes, do not know what to say.

"Do you know how many people dream of going to Hollywood, you Ji Hui," the prince sighed again. "At least as far as I know, every famous actor in the film industry would hate to go to Hollywood. As long as they go there, even if they are only second-line performers, they will have different prices when they come back. What's more, with Mr. Adrian protecting you, you will be more free. What's more Won't you fight for it yourself? "

Ji Hui became a little embarrassed. He coughed twice and repeated his son's words twice. Then he recalled Adrian's words. His body suddenly trembled slightly. Yes, with his protection She was asked to do so this time. What about next time? Although they also promised benefits, but even the regular market elders have to do so, let alone their own?

Taking a deep breath, Yuki Nakayama stood up and bowed deeply to the noble son of changpan: "thank you for your advice, senior changpan."

After nearly 20 days in Japan, Adrian basically got what he wanted and inquired about the news from other ways. Adrian finally left the place, and then I went to Hong Kong.

In fact, he wanted to go to Shanghai at the beginning, but he hesitated to book a ticket and finally changed to Hong Kong with a sigh. Compilcated by the fact that he had no idea of what he was and what he was going to do, he even cut off the fact that he had no such person in mainland China, but he was still feeling a sense of being shy.

"I thought I had enough sense and calmness, but I didn't expect to feel like that." Standing on the top of Taiping mountain, looking north, Adrian said with some self mockery.

He knows why he is like this. Some things are deeply buried in his soul. Even if only two thirds of them are resonated, they can still make people tremble. He wanted to go to Luohu port or visit the so-called Sino British street, but he hesitated and gave up the plan.

"Anyway, I'm doing what I should do. If I don't pay some tuition fees, I won't understand it by relying on other people's guidance, especially if I can't be sure what this person wants." Adrian murmured, looking at the north.

Hong Kong film is experiencing its final glory. Its small pattern is doomed to fight with Hollywood. If Terminator 2 and Jurassic Park make Hong Kong films tottering, then the emergence of big ships will completely destroy them. Hong Kong is just a free port. In the case of technical constraints, it can still rely on genre films to gain a firm foothold. However, once the technology is developed to be able to easily move all kinds of imaginative scenes to the background of the silver screen, it is only a matter of time before they fail.

As for the mainland, it has just started and is still under the influence of European directors. He thinks that he can be complacent after winning a few Film Festival trophies. He thinks that he has spread his culture to the whole world and can't win the market. How to show off is just a reflection. It's no wonder that the three generations will name the grand boat festival to see how others publicize it.

Unfortunately, there is not much he can do. It is the limit that he can do to introduce Hollywood movies to the mainland. Although there are still some means and actions, it will take a few years for the mainland to understand what commercial films and the film market are. After all, it's not Bethune's era. It doesn't matter if he is a Chinese American or just an ordinary American director. However, he is still the chairman of an emerging media company. If he comes to the mainland, both the mainland and the United States will keep an eye on him.Adrian suddenly laughed at himself, why bother about those? Anyway, as long as he does his own thing well, as long as he has a clear conscience.

He only stayed in Hong Kong for three days and then left. He had planned to visit Lan Kwai Fong, and maybe he could hunt and hunt Yan. However, he was not in the mood after feeling at Taiping peak. Besides, some of his favorite flowers are already owned by famous flowers, while others are not too interested. It's really meaningless. Moreover, although Hong Kong has maintained its prosperity on the surface, next year will be 1997. It is inevitable that everyone will have a sense of panic. What's more, the Taiwan sea in 1996 is not peaceful, so it is better to leave early.

After traveling half the world, Adrian arrived in Italy, and Monica had been waiting for him for several days. Now that he has returned to Europe, o'ska's nomination list is still being watched by many people, he can't be as boastful as before. Although you don't have to meet a paparazzi, it's always good to be prepared. Besides, even staying at home is not necessarily boring.

There was a scream from the kitchen, and there was a giggle, followed by a few crackles, and then there was no movement. The silence lasted for about a few minutes, and the screams, laughter, and crackling came out again, and it seemed that the cycle would not stop.

"All right, all right, I'll stop. I'll give up." Adrian raised his hands and cried out. His face was completely spent. Cream, cake and cheese were all over the place. So was the white shirt. There were a lot of marks on it, as if he had just come out of the cake.

"You want to cheat me, don't you? You don't want to cheat me. "Monica looks worse than him. Her face is almost full, her apron and clothes are full of seasonings. She even has a lot of brown and black hair on the back of her head. She holds a baked golden cake in her hand and roars fiercely, which has no ordinary sexy appearance.

"Hey, I've already raised my hand. There's nothing left. Can't I explain the problem?" Adrian waved his hands up in discontent.

Monica looks at him suspiciously, knowing that she has suffered too much. But Adrian does have nothing in his hand, and should not be deceiving her.

"Did you really give up?" She asked, but the hand holding the cake fell down.

"Am I not sincere enough?" Said Adrian, raising his hand and coming up to her, raised his eyebrows as the crumbs stood.

"Well, in that case, I can consider a truce, but as a loser, you have to..." Monica finally relaxed and looked up at Adrian. Adrian was just about to get some compensation. With a bang, the big cake that had just been put down was firmly buttoned on her face, accompanied by Adrian's wild Laughter: "do you think I will really admit defeat? You are too naive "

" Adrian "Monica screams furiously, and the kitchen starts shaking again.

If the noise for about half an hour, two people sit together on the ground to breathe. If the kitchen before was just a mess, then it has been completely destroyed. The refrigerator was open, and all the food in it took part in the war. Most of the food fell to the ground like pots and pans. The two people were no longer covered with cake, cream, ketchup, peanut butter or whatever they wanted. No one who is familiar with them will recognize either of them. One is a Hollywood wonder director, and the other is an Italian sex goddess.

When the breath subsided, Monica suddenly giggled. Adrian wanted to say something, but after looking at Monica's messy face, he couldn't help laughing. After laughing so happily for a long time, the two finally settled down.

"This is a tie."

"No, I won."

"Draw"

"I won"

"draw"

"I won"

"do you want to do it again, Mr Adrian"

"would you like to accompany me, miss Monica?"

Just as the two men were fighting and it seemed as if there was going to be another world war, the doorbell rang.

"What's the matter?" They came out together, opened the door and asked.

The two people who rang the doorbell outside were shocked. After all, Monica is better. Besides cream, cake and cheese, Adrian's face is soy sauce. At first glance, Adrian, who is full of ketchup, looks like a zombie. One of the apartment security guards took the stick in his hand for the first time.

"What's the matter?" Monica asked, a little unhappy.

"Well I'm sorry, ma'am. Mr. Allen next door hears a little bit of noise on your side. He's worried about something. Let me come and have a look The security guard, who had guessed part of the truth, was about to take the stick.

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