Chapter 30

When Brooklyn dyke was at a loss, he heard a hoarse voice.

"Do you have anything to eat? Great, Brooklyn. Why are you standing still? Are you hurt, too? Damn it, Andy, you're so rude! I was injured there. "

They turned around and saw that Marissa Miller was yawning as she walked in a small T-shirt that didn't fit her very well. Although her walking posture was a bit awkward, she quickly came to the table, grabbed the ham and toast on the plate with her hands, chewed them and swallowed them. She drank up a glass of milk and breathed out a long breath. "I thought I would die here last night 。。。”

Andy rolled his eyes and asked Brooklyn to sit down for dinner. The girl seemed to think of something. She snorted and sat down for breakfast.

Marissa looked back and forth at Andy and Brooklyn. At last, she looked at Andy carefully. "Andy, are you a monster?"

Andy looks at the vacuum state, and is shocked by May's spring light. He is full of temptation. He glares at her fiercely, and tries to correct her impulse. He picks up a sandwich and gives it to silent Brooklyn. "Have your breakfast!"

Marissa seemed to see Brooklyn's difference. Her mouth was slightly cocked. She couldn't help sneering at her, and she said with a rude laugh, "Brooklyn, what's the matter with you? So listless, did the "big banana" last night eat too much

The black line on Andy's head, watching the pretty face being held red, glared at Marissa's Brooklyn, couldn't help but clapping his forehead, knowing it was going to be bad.

Who knows that Brooklyn just breathed a few times, chest rapid ups and downs a few times, on the tone of gentle and impolite reply: "my mouth is not as good as yours, and the taste of retching is not good!"

Seeing the appearance that the two are about to have a war, Andy can only use his fork to knock the body of the goblet. "Hey, girls, didn't we get along very well last night? Quarreling is not a good girl's business. Who is quarreling, I'll invite her to have a banana breakfast right away."

After looking at each other strangely, the two women snorted coldly, but no one started any more trouble and began to eat breakfast.

After breakfast, Marissa still didn't want to change her clothes. She was still a small T-shirt with a small body. She was barefoot in the kitchen and made coffee.

Andy looks at Brooklyn who looks down and is silent. He doesn't seem to want to leave. Andy is scratching his head. Shouldn't he leave the numbers for each other and go to different places? These two women don't want to depend on me, do they?

For money? It's impossible. They don't practice themselves like this. It's not **** although he knows that both of them have goals, he shouldn't ask for them now, should he?

Is not willing to give up their own banana, last night after tasting the taste of want to wrap themselves? Looking at their hostile attitude towards each other, don't you really have this idea?

During Andy's brainstorming, Marissa Miller wriggled her charming body to bring the coffee, and saw a cup in front of Brooklyn. Andy nodded secretly, but he was a little angry.

Marissa sips her coffee and squints at the opposite Brooklyn Decker to see her hostility. The little bitch seems to want to pester Andy and dominate the opportunity. Even if she can't become Andy's official girlfriend because of her age, she won't let the little bitch succeed.

In Andy's eyes, no matter what these two women think, don't expect him to be trapped. Long-term or underground lovers can be considered.

"Well, we all had a good night last night. Although it's absurd, our relationship can be maintained. Until one day you ask for no more contact, everyone has no opinion." Andy knows that he can pull out the birds mercilessly, and he can leave without explaining anything. After all, it's what you love me. Isn't it a little bit strong for Brooklyn when he used the double Fei last night? He doesn't want these two women to hate themselves.

What's more, his demand is that they take advantage of themselves. As for their demands for themselves, as long as they are within his ability, they can help or can help. Of course, if they ask too much, Andy can only ha to her.

"I don't have a problem, but people love the feeling of soaring to the sky, dear." Marissa replied with a smile, and she rubbed her foot under the table on Andy's calf. Andy tried to resist her temptation, stared at the woman who started to hair Sao, and turned to Brooklyn Decker.

Brooklyn Decker looked at Marissa and swore, "bitch, it's just a bitch with Qi!" instead of dodging Andy's query, he said in a tone of grievance and shame, "I'm not the kind of person you think I am!"

"Pooh" ~ "

just as Andy wanted to comfort himself, he heard Marissa Miller sneer scornfully:" what kind of person are you? Jeanne D'Arc? This is Hollywood! Salim has said what happened last night. Andy Smith, best-selling author, new billionaire, hottest topic person, young and handsome, perfect figure. Which of the little bitches who came here didn't want to seduce him? "Andy frowns, looks at Brooklyn dyke, who is about to be angry when Marissa Miller takes off her disguise. His face is red and his teeth are clenched. He pats the table to stop Marissa from going on.

"All right! Don't make any noise, Brooklyn. If you didn't respect your opinion last night... Cough, I'm sorry. I know you're a good girl. I don't mean to say that. It's just that you're so charming. I don't want to lose you because of last night. Can you understand my mind? You said that your dream is to make a movie. Although I am not a big man in Hollywood, I have some contacts. As a good friend, I will help you realize your dream as much as possible. Of course, beyond my ability, I can't do anything. I hope you can understand. "

Brooklyn hears Andy's words, her eyes are a little red, her lips are slightly shaking, it seems that she's tangled with something, and what she wants to say is choked back. Andy knows that she's still a 19-year-old girl, with a thin face. Maybe she can't accept this obscure trade like relationship for a while, but Andy believes that she'll figure it out.

"And you? What do I need to do? " Andy turns his head to look at Marissa of Brooklyn with a sneer. Instead of bending around, he asks directly. After all, it's easier for people like Marissa miller who have been walking around in the fashion circle for many years.

"Ha ha, it's really not cute. It's a genius. I'm really in love with you." Marissa used her fingers to circle around the mouth of the white porcelain coffee cup. She had lost her luster with a little joking eyes. She sighed with a sad smile.

"In 2001, I ran into Mario Testino, a famous photographer who was surfing on the beach in California. He said that he was excited by the natural atmosphere of my body. Soon, a group of beautiful pictures with my surfing theme appeared in fashion magazine." Looking at Marissa Miller's innocent smile and remembering perhaps the best time, Andy sips his coffee and listens quietly. Brooklyn dyke also calms down, but the light corners of her mouth show disdain for Marissa's memory.

"Ha ha, at that time, I thought I would soon become a star, gave up the ideal of becoming a teacher and joined the fashion circle without hesitation. Enter just know, where can the matter be so simple, become supermodel, star that is so easy thing, pretty face? Tall and plump? Ha ha, let alone the number of qualified girls in the United States, there are countless such girls in California alone. Finally, I understand what is the most important and opportunity! Only chance is the most important thing, but why give you chance? No fame, no background, no contacts, where are the opportunities? If you want opportunities, you need to find those who have resources, but what can you give them in return for an opportunity? Fashion circle, ha ha, people who say they give me the chance look at me and hate to eat me. They are just interested in my face and body. Whether they give you the chance or not, they should play with them first and then, want to resist? They will kill you in minutes

Marissa Miller seems to have opened the door of memories, and told her all these years of bitterness. The expression on Brooklyn Dyke's face, who was still laughing at her in her heart, has become dim and empathetic.

Andy is speechless and can only be silent. He believes that Marissa's words are all in his heart, but he has not much sympathy and pity. His mind is not 21 years old as his age, and he has already gone through a hot stage. He will not blame those who carry out the Qian rules, but he is also one of those who have the resources to do so, because this is the reality.

Who says you want to be famous and become a star? Who makes you want to make a lot of money? No one forces you, so pay the price for the opportunity, don't complain!

Marissa peeped at Andy, who was drinking coffee in silence, with no change of expression on her face, and a trace of disappointment in her eyes. She couldn't help but scold: "Damn it, why don't you get hooked!"

Brooklyn looked at Andy's young and handsome face, and seemed to think of something. She was young, but she was not a fool. She soon understood Marissa's intention of saying these words, and scolded a cunning bitch. Thinking of her hostility to herself before, Brooklyn sneered and said, "it's shameless to sleep with someone for the chance."

Marissa looked at Brooklyn with a wry smile and said: "not everyone can be as lucky as you are. At this age, you can sign sports illustrated and have the chance to come to Hollywood to realize your dream. Besides, you don't have to laugh at me. If I really accept the conditions of those people, I won't be at the level that I'm still lukewarm. "

"Well, who knows!" Brooklyn, with her hands around her chest, sneered, not caring how attractive the pair of 36C peaks were squeezed by her arms.

"You --"

Marissa Miller glared angrily at the beautiful young face that made her jealous. She really wanted to stretch out her fingernails and scratch it.