Chapter 70： Pink

Ryan knows that you can’t look at American girls from the perspective of previous lives. Besides, it’s just a dinner. It’s not a matter of going up and down the fire, or taking video tapes.

It's just that he didn't expect that the place to eat is not in the restaurant of the hotel, but the presidential suite on the top floor belonging to Paris.

"Ryan, welcome you to visit my room." The little girl raised her head and led the way.

Ryan’s forehead jumped with blue veins, as for the reason? It's very simple, just look at the decoration of the room.

is not to say how luxurious it is. Compared with the nouveau riche in previous Arabs, the Waldorf Astoria Hotel has a deep heritage, luxurious and introverted style, just like a Western aristocracy with hundreds of years of tradition.

Well, pink has nothing to do with these!

Ryan is stepping on a pink carpet, with pink crystal chandeliers and ceilings above his head, and pink tapestries hanging on the surrounding walls. Even all the cabinets and utensils are pink, here is pink. Fairy tale world.

Then, something that made Ryan even more collapsed happened. Paris led him into her bedroom. The inside was still pink. She took three books from the bedside table. Her own book was already The first three Harry Potter books published.

It’s just that... it’s just that these three books are all pink, no matter the cover or the pages. He doesn’t remember the pink Harry Potter published by the publisher. Is it a pirated copy?

The heir to the dignified Hilton Group actually watched piracy. Uncle can bear it, Ryan can’t bear it!

"Pali, is this a pirated copy?" he asked tentatively.

"Piracy?" The little girl blinked, and then said, "I asked my father to order it from the publishing house. I specially made them pink."

Damn it, is this little girl so obsessed with pink? Ryan quietly wiped the cold sweat from his head.

"Is my room beautiful? Does it resemble your dream world?" the girl asked proudly.

"It's beautiful, but don't you think the color is a bit monotonous?" Ryan rolled his eyes.

"How cute is pink!" Paris was probably aware of Ryan's white eyes, and said, "If one day I am elected president of the United States, the first decree is to paint the White House pink!"

What a great ideal! President Zipper and President Cowboy are weaker than you! Ryan gave a secret thumbs up. If she can be elected President of the United States, it will definitely be the gospel to the people of the world.

Then, Ryan followed her to visit the cloakroom, library, recreation room, etc., without exception, the main colors were all pink, especially the pink clothes in the cloakroom, his eyes almost turned into white rabbits.

"Look, Ryan, I have read all your works." In the library, Paris said, pointing to a few books on the desk.

After getting along for half an afternoon, Ryan gradually understood her temperament, knowing that this was just a squeamish and playful girl. At the moment, you're welcome, sitting directly on the chair in front of the desk, opening those books and flipping through the books. After flipping, indeed, there are obvious traces of flipping on the pages of the book, and related pictures are drawn based on the text in the blank spaces, but the quality of the paintings is terrible, and it should be the girl's hand.

"Apart from Harry Potter, which one do you like best?" he asked.

"Well... Toy Story is good, but you can't buy many of the toys you wrote, and the brave games are also good. Sometimes I want to enter such a fantasy world." It seems that she is very familiar with "Ryan Tales".

After a few more chats, the butler in the suite informed them that they could go to the restaurant.

Sitting at the pink dining table, holding a pink plastic knife and fork, Ryan sighed a lot. The past and present lives have been combined for decades. This is still the most special dinner he has ever eaten, and he shouldn’t be served food. Is it also pink?

Fortunately, what came up was a French meal. It seemed that Paris was taking a serious treat. Even though a lot of drinks and food that were not suitable for underages were removed, the meal was still very formal.

Fortunately, when he was in London, Ryan learned from his family etiquette teacher the dining etiquette of the most important dishes in the West, and he looked like a gentleman, but the little girl still maintained a serious dining attitude at the beginning. After just a few minutes, it was solidified and germinated.

"Come on, Ryan, don't you find it uncomfortable? We should be unrestrained!" Seeing Ryan's gentle manner, the little girl became dissatisfied.

"Okay." Ryan shrugged and relaxed a lot.

"Can you tell me a story?" The little girl asked with her big innocent eyes, "Don't want the one I have seen, nor the "Lion King" in the afternoon, I want to hear a brand new one."

Taking people's short hands and eating people's mouths short, Ryan could only smile helplessly, and said, "Well, I will tell you a story about a panda who knows kung fu."

"Kung Fu?" The little girl pondered and asked, "Like Bruce Lee?"

"Um~ almost."

After drinking the juice, Ryan spoke briefly. The little girl listened very seriously, often forgetting to eat, and seemed to be completely immersed in it.

"After a fierce battle, Panda Abao finally realized the essence of Kung Fu, defeated the demon Snow Leopard Dragon, brought peace to Heping Valley, and became a real dragon hero!" It only took less than half of it. When I was young, a simplified version of "Kung Fu Panda" appeared in this world, but unfortunately there was only one audience.

"Wow, Abao is great, I love pandas." As the two got acquainted with each other, Paris's lively temper became more and more obvious. At this time, she cheered, "Ryan, we will go to the zoo tomorrow. How is the panda?"

"No." Ryan refused directly, "Tomorrow I will follow the crew to participate in the promotion."

At the same time, he muttered in his heart, forget the panda, if you look at the goldfish...

……

The propaganda continued. The crew accepted an interview with The New York Times, but Ryan was dumbfounded after the interview was published the next day.

The column written by the interview reporter initially revolved around the entire crew, but after half of the report was written, the ghost knew what he was thinking, so he came to the crooked building once and directed most of the pen and ink to himself.

"James Cameron described Ryan Jenkins this way. He is the best actor in the crew and the one who has been yelled at least by me."

"The acting skills that Ryan showed on the set completely defeated Arnold and me. We had to use 200% of the state to play the show! This is the emotion of Linda Hamilton."

"Unlike what we are familiar with, Ryan has been very silent during the interview. When I asked the reason, he pointed to his throat and squeezed his voice, saying that he was afraid that the current drake voice would ruin his image. He is changing his voice. period!"

"Although Ryan rarely speaks, I can use his past experience to add it. "The Sixth Sense", "Home Alone", "Night Sleep in Seattle" and "Terminator 2: Judgment Day" have something in common with the four movies Point? That is all related to Ryan, and they all have made super sales. Well, some people may say that "Terminator 2" has just been released, but I think everyone looked at the box office numbers close to 60 million US dollars in the first week. Do you doubt the box office performance of this movie?"

"Whether a movie will sell well, no one can guarantee before it is released, but the movies related to Ryan have been successful successively. This boy has become a guarantee for the box office. If I were the owner of a film company, even It costs a thousand dollars and also signs a movie contract with him!"

The news about Ryan is really eye-catching, especially after more than half a year of harassment. The sales volume of this issue of The New York Times has risen by a full five percent. No wonder the reporter deliberately covered it. floor.

Since it can be profitable, other newspapers and periodicals will of course not let him go, especially some unscrupulous tabloids, and they simply put Ryan on the front page.

This is the home base of the New York Post, and they naturally bear the brunt.

"No one can deny the achievements of Ryan Jenkins in the past, but don't forget that he is three inches taller than when he starred in "Terminator 2", and he is evolving towards maturity in all aspects. The Hollywood child star curse is very Soon it will fall on him, maybe in the next film, he will become a box office poison."

"Someone might say that even if Ryan doesn't act in a movie, he can still write novels or scripts. UU reading , but have you ever thought about it. An eleven-year-old boy has so many ideas. It's really normal. Of course, we are not doubting the authenticity of his work. After all, Mr. Tom Cruise has proved it for us. What we want to say is that Ryan Jenkins’s imagination is too strange, which is very peculiar to him. Ms. Nicole Kidman’s growth may not be beneficial. Maybe Ms. Nicole Kidman should take Ryan to see a psychiatrist. Maybe Ryan will have delusion..."

After reading this kind of article, it is a lie to say that he is not angry. If possible, Ryan really wants to burn the editorial office of the "New York Post" on fire.

He sat on the sofa in the living room of the suite, pondered for a while, and called attorney Wilson. The request was not complicated. He just mailed a letter to the New York Post.

After being baptized by the Internet in his previous life, he has seen reports with no lower limit. As early as the day he entered Hollywood, he knew that he would also be attacked.

"Ryan!" Paris sat on the other side and read the newspaper again. Although some things are not clear, she also knows that this is attacking her new friend. "We should bring someone to the newspaper. Smashed!"

"Smashed?"

Ryan imagined a shot in his mind. Paris was wearing a pink trench coat with a team of pink female bodyguards, rushed into the editorial office of the New York Post, shook off the trench coat, and took out a branch from the inside. The Chicago typewriter, painted pink, fired fiercely at the bastards. After a burst of pink gunpowder, the editorial office turned into a piece of pink rubble.

...Today there are only two changes, send the pink tickets and collections~~~