Chapter 97： celebration

Dear Miss Drew Barrymore? script? Owe me?

Drew has always been very carefree, and the voice of speaking naturally fell in the ears of the reporter. These keen sense of smell immediately began to associate.

Is there an ulterior relationship between Ryan Jenkins and Drew Barrymore? Or the two of them...

"By the way, I've heard people from Universal Pictures say that the two of them seem to have had an entanglement in Universal Studios. It's not clear what it is." A well-informed reporter whispered.

entanglement? Will there be any entanglements, is it a relationship between sister and brother...

Although Drew Barrymore and Gwyneth Paltrow made a surprise attack, they all came to cheer for themselves no matter what. Ryan couldn’t say anything, and gave a polite hug. Thank you.

"You're welcome, Ryan, I'm going to find Nicole later." Little Chili from the previous life smiled slightly.

"Well, Ryan, I wish you a big sale of your first album, and sell ten platinum as soon as possible!"

Drew leaned in his ear and murmured, although the two had no other meaning, it was completely different in the reporter's eyes.

These guys are professionals. They quickly selected the angle, but the camera shutter did not stop for a moment, and they captured the front and back of the scene.

Now, they feel at ease, and don’t worry about tomorrow’s entertainment headlines.

You know, Ryan Jenkins has stabilized a lot recently, and it’s been a long time since he made big news, what? Isn’t that normal for record sales? For super geniuses, a decline in record sales is good news.

It's all right now, the super genius has an ambiguous relationship with the fallen girl, how should I write it? The reporter's brain quickly turned. As for whether the relationship between the two people was what they thought, it was not a problem at all. In their writing, even if the two are just ordinary acquaintances, they can be forced into lovers in the report.

Besides, the two of them are still embracing under the eyes of everyone...Well, although fools understand that it is just ordinary etiquette, but well, it was photographed in a dislocation way...

There is a script? It sounds like Ryan Jenkins wrote a script for Drew Barrymore. This is big news and we must find a way to dig it out!

If the two are not related, why would he write a script for her? There must be inside information, the public has the right to know, our responsibility is great and sacred, and we must dig out all their privacy.

What if not? That's too easy. Looking at pictures and making up things are our basic skills. If we don't even know this, then we can just change the job.

Scandals represent news, news represents sales, and sales represent green bills, so the headline should be eye-catching, the content should be horrifying, and the fake we can also be true!

Many reporters have already imagined in their minds how to fabricate...Ah, no, it's writing.

Ryan didn’t think much about it. For all the guests who came to cheer today, he used hugs to express gratitude. This is one of the most basic etiquettes. It is more solemn than shaking hands. No matter what these people are here for, this is all. It's a favor.

Back to the lounge, except for Nicole, Drew, and Gwyneth, the other people who came to cheer were gone. After all, they were all busy people. It was already a shame to make a special trip.

"Go" Ryan helped Nicole pack her things and greeted everyone.

"Wow, it's over?" Drew took off his earplugs and looked at John Burns. "Mr. Burns, can we go to the celebration party?"

After getting the affirmative answer from the other party, the guy screamed in excitement. She is just like the rumor, a veritable party animal.

The party was set at the Four Seasons Hotel in Beverly Hills, and Hollywood Records had contracted a grand banquet hall. Except for Ryan’s people and the band, most of the participants were Disney’s staff. Of course, some big players were invited. Newspaper reporter.

"Boom~"

Amid the loud cheers of the crowd, a large bottle of champagne opened, and Reid, the CEO of Hollywood Records, personally filled it with one glass after another.

Because of the presence of the media, everyone was fairly restrained and did not hold up the champagne to spray. Moreover, Ryan's allergy to alcohol is no longer a secret. The record company also warned everyone in advance.

"Cheers!"

Ryan held up the juice, bumped into Nicole's glass, and drank it after a crisp sound.

"Dear, drink less." Nicole asked with concern.

"Hey, Ryan, look over here and smile."

It was an acquaintance who called his name, Mick Taylor of the Los Angeles Times.

Ryan took Nicole, turned her head, took her slender arm, put her head on her shoulder, and showed a bright smile.

"Wait, there is me!"

Drew Barrymore threw away the wine glass and rushed up from behind, but her smile couldn't be described as brilliant, and the corners of her mouth were almost touching her ears.

A few people posing and meeting the reporter's photo requirements, the media professionals were invited out by the record company, and the rest will be carnival time.

A huge cake was pushed in at this time, and the jam on the butter formed the bright two platinum words. This naturally celebrated the album sales exceeding 2 million. The Recording Association officially designated the record of "Ryan Jenkins" as Platinum record.

"Ryan, come on!" Burns greeted.

Looking at the huge butter cake, Ryan laughed badly. He took the plastic knife and cut the first cut with force.

The cake was too big and it was troublesome to cut. Ryan only cut the first symbolic knife, and left the rest to the waiter. He deliberately chose the two pieces with the most cream and put them in his hands.

"Nicole, look! I chose the most delicious piece for you." The first thing to give is naturally Nicole Kidman.

"Thank you dear."

Although this kind of food is the enemy of women, the meaning of Ryan's personal delivery is naturally different. After Nicole took it, she sipped it without any hesitation.

She just wanted to taste the second bite, but her eyes suddenly went black.

At the moment Nicole lowered his head, Ryan waved his right arm and covered the cake in his hand on Nicole Kidman’s face. The fair and charming face was as white as a sauce shop. The red, the green, all are glued to it.

"Ryan Jenkins!"

Nicole made a weird cry. Before she could react, Ryan grabbed the cake in her hand with lightning speed, and suddenly patted it.

The shot was a bit low this time, and it happened to hit Nicole's sturdy chest. The purple sweaters propped up by the two mountain peaks immediately turned white.

Nicole immediately understood that this nasty little guy had launched a cake fight against her, and he was no longer polite at the moment, but there was no ammunition in his hand, so he simply ran into Ryan's face with the face covered with butter jam.

Ryan had been prepared for a long time, and jumped into the distance in threes or twos. He happened to be next to Drew Barrymore who was watching the excitement. Without even thinking about it, he quickly grabbed the cream cake in her hand and glared at Drew. Patted her baby's face in her eyes.

"Ryan!" Drew let out a scream.

But the boy who was playing with his head gave full play to his guerrilla warfare tactics. He shuttled around in the crowd, grabbed cakes from time to time, and threw them to the rear.

Drew was unwilling to chase him up, holding the cake he didn't know where he had snatched from, and threw it at Ryan's head, but her accuracy was a little worse, and she hit the band's female violinist. .

When Ryan shot Drew, the older people knew what was going to happen next, and they left the venue very simply, leaving the banquet hall to these young people.

Ryan was the fuse of the Third World War. He kept shooting at people, regardless of who it was. Jinsli and Burns, who had just walked to the door, became victims under the cake bomb.

Of course, other people would not just be beaten and not fight back. After getting the ammunition, they started throwing them around. Unfortunately, a few beautiful ladies became the main targets of the attack. Gwyneth was the most unlucky. She was relatively quiet and not good at it. This kind of nonsense, but within a few minutes, the whole body was covered with cream and jam.

Of course, the most unlucky one was Drew Barrymore. Ryan colluded with all the band members and launched a full bombardment on her. Pieces of cake fluttered around her.

"Wow~"

Drew rushed to the side of the big cake under the intensive artillery fire, and he didn't know who he was. He caught a person and threw him away. In an instant, several people were poisoned by her.

"Ahhh~ Ryan, you badass, I won't let you go!"

Taking advantage of Drew's confrontation with others, Ryan rushed over quickly and directly picked up the remaining half of the cake and buckled it on the girl's head. For a while, the beautiful blonde hair turned white. UU reading www.uukANASHU. The com-mad Drew simply gave up the others and directly chased him down.

"Haha~"

Ryan laughed very refreshingly, but didn't notice that Nicole came behind him, and suddenly felt a cold on the back of his neck, and a large sticky thing had fallen into the back collar.

Grabbing a hand backwards, Ryan felt all the cream. Unexpectedly, he jumped up to Nicole, unceremoniously stuffed a lot of cream into her neck, turned and fled. .

"Ryan Jenkins, I remember you, let's see how I can clean you up when I get home!"

Where did Nicole Kidman catch up with Ryan, and finally stood still and shouted loudly.

As the ammunition ran out, the Cake World War finally ended. All the people in the banquet hall, including the staff of the Hollywood record company, were turned into big faces, and the clothes on their bodies could be directly scrapped.

"Ryan!"

On the car going home, Nicole pinched his ears, looking fierce, but actually reluctant to use a little bit of effort, "You kid, my new suit is reimbursed like this!"

Nicole Kidman and Pie Kingsley had obviously changed their clothes, and there were fierce lights in Ryan's eyes.

But who is Ryan, a character with a thick skin like a city wall, said carelessly, "Well, dear Nicole and Pat, I will place an order with Versace and let them send you ten sets of the latest fashions. come."

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