Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty First Bed

Los Angeles, airport.

"I like how you look in stockings, see you next time." Li Zitao said something in the ear of the shy Lily, and Li Zitao left with the bodyguards.

As for the fragments of stockings all over the floor, someone will naturally take care of them.

"Lily, how about my necklace?" Bullock held the necklace and gestured in front of his chest. The finger-sized emerald was fascinating.

"Well, it's very beautiful." Looking at the back, Lily couldn't help but put her hands in her pockets.

The icy texture the size of a pigeon's egg, and the ring that was just the size of a finger bone made her gaze gradually slack, and a layer of water mist emerged.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" When Li Zitao arrived at the hotel, he was kissed by Greta who threw himself into his arms.

This screen goddess deliberately chose to skip work for today's meeting.

Because of the disappearance of the heroine, the entire crew stopped working, but instead of being angry, the director personally sent her to the car with a smile on his face.

"Jia Bao, send my greetings to Your Excellency the Marquis." As a contracted director of DreamWorks, with the investment from the boss, serving the proprietress N, it is not easy for a director!

In a battle, the sky was dark and the earth was dark.

In some years, when the fourth conquest was launched, the Kiba finally overwhelmed and made a loud 'clang'.

The bed is gone!

Drenched in sweat, the two rolled down on the carpet, looked at the tilted bed and smiled at each other, both understood what the other meant, 'Go on. '

Let alone a bed, even if the sky is falling, you have to enjoy happiness first!

So, at 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, the personal butler of the Waldorf Astoria Hotel busily directed the staff to clean up the discarded wooden beds and replace them with brand new sofa covers.

Well, the carpet in the bedroom is a bit damp, so replace them all.

...

"When will she arrive?" By the empty open-air swimming pool, Greta sat leaning against his arms, enjoying Li Zitao's thoughtfulness of putting food into his mouth piece by piece.

It would be even better if he could replace his mouth with a fork.

"Tomorrow afternoon, we have plenty of time." Li Zitao had a strange expression on his face.

Why do I suddenly feel like cheating——

"Asshole." Greta gritted her teeth and gave him a sideways glance, and said, "You promised that one week of every month would be mine."

"...too busy recently." Li Zitao just wanted to scratch his head in embarrassment.

For a week, he doesn't even have time for himself now, where did the week come from.

Having too many women is not enough, and you have to show your love to your fiancee and spread dog food.

In other words, since when did he become more and more busy as a salted fish, until now his feet are not touching the ground, and he doesn't even have time to lie down.

"Then I'm going to squeeze you dry today, and when your noble princess comes down, I will only see a shriveled worm." Greta said with a cold snort.

"Woman, you will regret your words." Putting the dinner plate on the table, Li Zitao grinned, grabbed her and rushed into the pool.

clatter——

Well, the coach's technique hasn't regressed yet. This is how women's underwater freestyle swimming should be practiced. Holding your breath is just a basic skill.

Throughout the night, the two left their shadows everywhere in the hotel, and Greta, who lacked moisture, seemed to really want to squeeze him dry.

This bold move made Li Zitao a little terrified.

For example, at the corner of the stairs, and the remote grocery room, he is very grateful for the backwardness of this era, "Fortunately, the monitor has not yet been born."

In the early morning, lying on the bed with the exhausted Greta in his arms, seeing her sleeping soundly, Li Zitao couldn't help but feel a little amused.

The madness last night didn't look like a goddess, it was completely like a lady with dissatisfied desires.

The active enthusiasm almost overwhelmed him, but in retrospect, "It was very touching."

"If I let those fans know that their goddess is so crazy, will I be blacked out?" Li Zitao thought it was very possible.

Compared with all the women around her, Greta spent the most time with him, from the initial indifference to the later enthusiasm,

Up to the current madness, she didn't hide the change in her feelings at all, and she became more and more inseparable from herself.

Thinking of this, Li Zitao couldn't help feeling guilty, "If only the Qing Dynasty was still alive, three wives and four concubines would meet the needs of development!"

But this thought just flashed through his mind, Li Zitao would not be stingy if he could give it, and he wouldn't even show wrong signals if he couldn't.

Getting up and going to the living room, Li Zitao went out in his nightgown and knocked on the next room.

"who?"

"it's me."

Ai Mo opened the door, looked at the energetic Li Zitao, and asked in surprise, "Boss, don't you need to rest?"

She lives next door to the two of them. Just look at the dark circles under her eyes to see how big the commotion was last night.

"Let's go in and talk about it." Li Zitao walked into the room and sat on the sofa.

"Coffee, tea?" Aymo closed the door and walked to the bar.

"Coffee." The imageless Jing collapsed on the sofa, and Li Zitao said in a calm tone: "Help me draw up a new contract, about DreamWorks—"

Regarding the future of his own industry, Li Zitao knew that there would be a day when it would be fully integrated, so some matters should be resolved this morning while it is still too late.

The contents of the two contracts were the same, only the names were different, and Li Zitao, who had left, took it in his hand.

"Give this to Jesse, she will know how to do it." Jesse the elk is still in Sweden, seeing her happy, Li Zitao let her stay there to take care of Bergman.

And he himself returned to the room with another contract, put things on the table, tidied up his clothes, kissed Greta on the forehead and led people away.

He was going to the aid station in the center of Los Angeles, where he would meet his fiancée and put on a charitable show.

Click!

When the door was gently closed, Greta, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, opened her eyes.

Looking at the curtains in a daze, after a while, she lifted the quilt and took the nightgown, covering the same silky skin as it.

The living room was empty and silent. Greta stepped on the carpet with bare feet and saw the documents on the table.

15% of the shares of DreamWorks are gifted without any additional conditions, and the ownership right is undisputed, whether it is now or in the future.

The terms that involve details can make the top lawyers sigh.

She knew very well that these were the guarantees Li Zitao gave her, or as compensation, whatever.

It's just that compared to these, she hopes to spend more time together.

Recalling the scenes of the past, what made her unforgettable was the scene when he carried herself roughly and rushed into the room shouting, "Let's talk about it later."

Although at first Greta yelled at him for his knaves and hooliganism, today, those are fond memories.

And the careful thought he spent, the carefully prepared flowers every time we met, the corners of Greta's mouth couldn't help but draw a beautiful arc.