Chapter 685： : Sad Monroe (Mon./Wed.)

morning,

Waking up from my sleep, last night's dream was still faint in my mind, Monroe showed a smile, stretched out.

Washing and dressing, Monroe was going to work on the TV station, stepping down the stairs with high heels. When walking to the door of Jiang Hao's house, Monroe watched the wooden door stop, walked quietly, and listened at the door.

Nothing happened.

She was slightly disappointed. "Maybe Jon hasn't got up yet."

Pushing open the door of the apartment building and coming to the street, Monroe glanced towards the balcony intentionally or unintentionally, but this glance made her see the figure in the dream. The man was standing on the balcony and smiling at him.

"Good morning, Marilyn." Jiang Hao said with a smile.

"Mr. Hall, oh, Jon, good morning," Monroe said nervously.

"Are you going to work?"

"Yes, there are advertisements on TV today," Monroe said.

"Remember, the night's date," Jiang Hao said.

Monroe smiled sweetly, "Okay, goodbye Jon, I'm going to work." After running and stepping away, he thought of the kiss last night and licked his lips unconsciously.

Today should be a wonderful day, Monroe thought happily.

Came to the TV station by car, Monroe started to work. Today, an advertisement for a biscuit needs to be filmed, nervous makeup, the staff is telling a drama, sitting in front of the camera, posing and starting the video.

But after shooting a few, the director was a little dissatisfied and said: "Monroe, you need to show your thighs, xiōngbù show more, stand up, and there is more beauty, you must show more beauty on your face. Let all men see it with blood and blood, wanting to devour you, tearing you up, ravaging you, understand! "

Monroe froze. "But the director, that's not the real state of acting, it's just showing off."

After Monroe said this, the director smiled. "Monroe, I just want you to show off, because men need you like that. It's not Broadway here, and no one cares about your acting skills."

Monroe's eyes lowered, he thought of Jiang Hao's words last night, she wanted to be a good actor, but people just wanted her to be a woman of fēngsāo, just to let her be a hormone-making machine.

The director kept directing, letting her perform various actions, Monroe squeezed out a smile, and made all kinds of gestures that the director wanted.

No one cares about her heart, and no one cares about what performing arts, people just want to see her.

As the film came to an end, Monroe returned to the dressing room. While removing makeup, a 40-year-old man walked in, put his hand on Monroe's shoulder, and smiled at Monroe.

Monroe looked at the man in the mirror. "Branx, is there anything?"

This man is her agent, Bronx. He is 40 years old this year. He started a small economic company in partnership with friends. He has more than a dozen models. There are many such economic companies in New York and Hollywood. To become famous men and women flood into the show business, these people will become their money-making machines.

"Baby Marilyn, is today's work going well?" Branks said with a smile.

"Yes, not bad." Monroe returned.

"I have one thing to tell you. Director Woodman knows that he recently had a new play and is currently recruiting a supporting role. I won a place. This time, I really got the chance to be on the big screen with a few lines." The agent said.

Monroe had a surprised expression on her face. It was always her dream to make a movie. "Really, Bronx, can I act, thank you so much."

Bronx smiled, bent down, and whispered closer to Monroe, "Baby Marilyn, Director Woodman has seen your advertisement and is very interested in you. The day after tomorrow is the weekend, Director Woodman is going to the farm Two days on vacation, you go with him, so that you can get a tip of $ 200 and a chance to leave the country. The price is not low. "

In fact, Monroe didn't know that 200 dollars was only available to Monroe. The other party gave more and was directly deducted by the economic company. Even if they knew how, the brokerage company had originally sucked their blood to survive.

Monroe looked at the man's smile in the mirror in a daze, "Blanks, do you want me to accompany him to sleep?"

"Of course, you have such a perfect body, and men like it, otherwise Director Woodman would not give you this opportunity, right?" The agent said bluntly.

Monroe's eyes were uncertain,

Make a movie, tip, sleep with young model, become famous.

But at this moment, Jon Hall's figure suddenly appeared in her mind, and the words of encouragement said, "To be a good actor, not to show off fēngsāo, not to show off her bare legs, but to keep on There is no shortcut to perfecting yourself. "

Monroe shook her head in the mirror and said, "Blanks, I'm not jìnǚ."

Bronx smiled stiffly, frowned slightly at Monroe, slowly straightened his waist, and said, "Monroe, success was all won by myself. Numerous girls want this opportunity, and now they take care of you, you But flinch. "

"Do you want to be on the big screen? Do you want to be a big star? Do you want to be sought after by countless people? Do you want to live a luxurious life? If you want, this is an essential step."

"With those men sleeping, you will not lose anything, and who is not sleeping, you have had a boyfriend before, did they give you anything when they slept on you? No, the producer and director can make you famous Opportunity, you can get money. "

"Marilyn, your body is your biggest advantage, and perhaps, your only advantage. Think about it yourself and give me a reply tomorrow at the latest."

After the agent said, he turned and left the dressing room, leaving Marilyn Monroe with a blank face. Monroe looked at herself in the mirror and muttered to himself:

"Do you really only have a body?"

At this moment, Monroe was sad.

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Just after Monroe went to work, Jiang Hao watched Monroe's back disappear, returned to the room, and glanced at the living room. Jiang Hao tried to restore them to their original state according to his memory.

After all, this is the home of someone else. He ca n’t stay here long. After everything is done, Jiang Hao puts on his clothes and walks out of the house to the street. He stops a taxi and says to the driver: "Go to the house rental company . "

At the house leasing company, the staff introduced Jiang Hao. Jiang Hao finally chose a satisfactory apartment. The apartment is complete. The most important thing is that it only takes a ten-minute walk from Broadway. Jiang Hao rented it for three months. It cost more than three hundred dollars.

Holding the key to open the new home, the brown wood floor in the living room, white wallpaper, TV, telephone, furniture and sofa are complete.

In the kitchen there are refrigerators, stoves, spatulas, knives, and in the bedrooms, the large soft beds are very air-conditioned, which is extremely important in the hot Manhattan.

The whole apartment is more than 100 square meters, two people live enough.

"OK, as long as you buy another typewriter, you can be a writer." Jiang Hao said with a smile.

"Well, it's time to wake up poor Mr. Sharman. Which hospital is he in and needs to call the publisher to ask." Jiang Hao said.

Calling the publishing house is the call from the secretary who has always liked to be flat-faced. Jiang Hao said: "Miss Morris, I was the writer who met Mr. Sharman yesterday. Mr. Sharman fainted at me yesterday. In front of me, I am very concerned about his physical condition. Will he wake up? "

"Not yet, poor Mr. Sharman. I was taken to the hospital yesterday, and I followed. The doctors used a lot of methods to prevent Mr. Sharman from waking up. The doctor said that he may have other diseases and has already announced It could be critical, "Miss Morris said.

Jiang Hao was stunned, I rely on, and this declared that he was in critical condition, and the doctors now are really terrific.

"Excuse me, which hospital is I going to see Mr. Sharman." Jiang Hao said.

"In Cornell Hospital, there are 32 beds on the fifth floor," said the woman.

Jiang Hao did not hang up, but asked again: "By Miss Morris, I remember yesterday that Mr. Sharman and I said that his wife and children went to the summer, who is taking care of him and he is sick Now, does his family know? "

Morris said: "Okay, Ms. Helen called this morning. She was very angry at first, but when she learned that Mr. Sharman fainted, she screamed in fright. She said she would come back as soon as possible. , Nurses at the hospital. "

Jiang Hao knew the information he wanted, and said, "Thank you, Miss Morris, you are a caring and beautiful lady. I hope that next time I go to the publishing house, I can drink your brewed coffee and see you again."

Putting down the phone, Morris took out the mirror and took a picture. She was praised as "a loving and beautiful lady". Morris was very happy in her heart.

She remembers the gentleman who called, Jon Hall, a handsome man. He praised me so much, did he like himself.

Oh no, I have a boyfriend.

If he asks me, do I agree? It's really distressing.

The caring and beautiful lady fell into her own fantasy ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Jiang Hao unplugged the telephone line last night. At 10 pm, Mr. Sharman's wife, Ms. Helen, called to check the post. Ms. Helen scolded:

"Damn Sharman, I must have been fooling around. When I left, I promised not to smoke, drink, burn my head, or play cards. But as soon as I left, I disappeared."

"I'll see you again tomorrow, I won't believe you won't go to work." Ms. Helen said angrily.

The next morning, Helen called Brandi Publishing Company, and Secretary Morris answered. At first Helen angrily wanted to question Sharman, but when she heard that Sharman fainted and was taken to the hospital, Helen was panicked.

"Oh my gosh, I said he was to pay attention to his body, but he didn't care. Manhattan was too hot, otherwise he would not faint. I have to rush back to take care of him. He worked for a year and never One day off, maybe he should be more on vacation. "Helen said sadly.

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