Chapter 897 God Is Never Fair

Under the dark night of winter, New York is not as vibrant as people think, but as cold as steel.

New York sprawled across the surface like a steel behemoth. The lights of the city look like steel being tempered in a steel furnace. They don't add human flavor because of the warm colors, and the strong lights will only dazzle people.

Upper East Side of Manhattan.

The banquet was full of high-profile guests, mingled with each other, and the happy conversation was over. Back home, the elated hostess of the banquet, before she even had time to react, was carried into the bedroom by Andy, who was a little bit drunk, and thrown into the creative room. ...

"Wow, you are so passionate tonight..."

Andy lay on his back on the wound, stroking and lying in his arms exhausted, the evening dress on his body had completely lost its gorgeous appearance, while Ivana, who was blushing, was as tight as an octopus The xi was attached to Andy's arms, and it seemed that he hadn't regained consciousness from the fireworks all over the sky.

"Oh my god, what a wonderful day." Ivana is very satisfied with everything today, the victory, the cheers, the spotlight, the focus, the center, the excellent boyfriend, the perfect banquet and the madness that made her fly to the sky... …

"Honey, I feel extremely happy, God is fair, I lost my beautiful childhood, but gave me the best boyfriend in the world, Andy, I love you..."

Andy caressed Ivana's pretty ruddy face with a doting hand, met her confused eyes, and said, "I love you too..."

"Hmm~"

Ivana felt that Andy living in her body changed again, she couldn't help biting Honghun lightly, her eyes were misty, and her eyes were like silk.

"However, I usually don't talk, I just do it! Let's continue..."

In the early morning of the next day, Andy yawned lazily, and tightened his perfect body in his arms. Lushan's Claw, who had become as used to sleeping naked as him, was enjoying the most perfect prey in the world.

"Boom~"

"Good morning, dear."

Ivana, who also looked lazy and tired, was woken up passively. Her beautiful eyes were almost crescent-shaped. She turned her head and kissed Andy, greeting her.

"Honey, you are so charming, you always make me unable to restrain my yw..."

"cluck,

Okay, don't make trouble, aren't you flying to London today? obedient! "

Ivana naturally knows the level of her boyfriend's livestock. She doesn't want to be unable to do anything today and can only rest at home. After all, her work is also very important, so she can't ask for leave all day because she can't make a wound.

Andy looked at Ivana who turned over and jumped off the wound with some regret. She put on her nightgown and sighed, "Fortunately, I played enough money last night, otherwise I would have lost money!"

Ivana had a strange blush on her pretty face, and cast an annoyed glance at her boyfriend with a smirk, turned around and walked into the bathroom with a slightly awkward posture.

"Hey...wait for me, let's wash together..."

"Don't make trouble, ah"

There was another playful chatter in the bathroom. Half an hour later, Ivana blushed and came out wiping her pretty face with a towel. Happy dancing Andy.

After breakfast, Andy took the luggage that Ivana had packed for him, and sent Ivana to work first. The two embraced in the car. After being tired for a while, Ivana reluctantly got off car.

Looking at the back of Ivana who was still smiling sweetly and gracefully waving to the paparazzi who took pictures of her, Andy smiled slightly, raised the car glass, nodded, and the car slowly drove away from the roadside.

At New York's Kennedy Airport, Andy boarded a special plane to London accompanied by a group of bodyguards, assistant Tory Black and her two teenage assistants.

In Hollywood, Los Angeles, the influence brought by the screenwriter strike that lasted for more than 70 days continued to ferment. The participation of Hollywood actors brought the entire Hollywood to a standstill. At the same time, many low-level screenwriters were affected, and a large number of screenwriters were laid off by film companies. Unemployment makes things even more complicated.

First, the Golden Globes suffered a strike and were left out in front of the door, and then the Grammys were boycotted, and their fate was ill-fated. The fate of the 80th Oscars is uncertain, but this does not mean that the annual Oscars will be left out. Some people say that if an artist does not attend the Oscars, it is the same as if an athlete does not attend the Olympics. The eventful entertainment circle is always full of uproar, never lacking in noise.

Wearing sunglasses, with long black hair hanging loose, Monica Bellucci, who is wearing a fishtail skirt with big red and black dots and a slim waist long-sleeved dress, is elegantly holding a white coffee cup and drinking fragrant coffee She has long been used to the paparazzi taking pictures outside the floor-to-ceiling windows and those greedy eyes in the coffee shop.

The dress with a slim waist and the astonishing curves outlining her crotch and her incomparable and proud bust can almost make any man salivate. Unforgettable.

Sitting across from her was her agent, looking at her with somewhat helpless eyes. For Monica, her agent was also very troubled. After all, Monica's peak period in Hollywood has passed, and her current status in Hollywood is too high. She can only be regarded as a second-rate international movie star, not that kind of Hollywood star. After all, there are not many good scripts that Monica can get, and the European market cannot be lost. Although this will ensure her international reputation, But in Hollywood, the film company's remuneration is not high.

Especially after getting married, Hollywood seemed to close the door to her, leaving only one window to maintain her fame.

"Monica, who are we waiting for? Half an hour has passed, and the other party is late..."

"It's not that the other party is late, it's that the appointed time has not yet arrived. I just want to come early and have a quiet cup of Blue Mountain coffee. Why, do you have other things to do? I see you've been checking the time." Monica's pink hunk lightly opened, and her eyes with sunglasses flashed a playful smile. She knew that these brokers' philistines could bring them benefits, and they would offer themselves like gods. If not, then another face will show itself.

In recent years, her status in Hollywood has shown a downward trend, and it is getting worse year by year. There are few movies with female characters. If there are no special circumstances, if it is not a very special situation like her, Europe and Hollywood run on both sides. Actresses are hard to come by, that is, some supporting actresses choose her for the sake of European box office.

She is better. She is also an international actress, and the situation of Sophie Marceau, the French rose who is often compared by the media, is worse than her.

"No, serving you is my only job. I have received invitations from several mirrors..."

"Hehe, no need, we can wait for someone to come." Monica took off the sunglasses on her face, her beautiful eyes were extremely quiet, and she looked at the middle-aged man behind the manager who was slowly walking towards them.

"Who?" The female agent looked back curiously, and her eyes became extremely bright. If you say that there are very few people in Hollywood who don't know the fat man who came, fat Carl, Andy Smith's ex. The agent, now a big shot in Hollywood, his deeds are already a legend in the agent circle.

He never gave up on his depraved employer, and eventually his employer turned around, and his little man rose to heaven, becoming a veritable power class in Hollywood.

"My God, Monica, why didn't you tell me that the person you want to meet is Mr. Carl..."

"Hehe, why, is he famous?" Monica didn't know that Carl's recent "La Vie en Rose" had made him extremely popular in Hollywood.

"Marion Cotillard's Golden Globe Award for Best Actress is the result of his public relations. I heard that this year's Oscar for Best Actress is also likely to be Marion. Now he is a famous figure in Hollywood, and many people want to get acquainted He, I heard a lot of people say that he will be the next Harvey..."

"Really?" Monica's eyes flickered slightly, the corners of her mouth turned up, showing a faint smile, she stood up gracefully, looked at Karl who had spotted her and walked over quickly, and stretched out her little hand.

"Hi, Ms. Bellucci, nice to meet you, I'm Carl..."

"Hi, Mr. Carl, you can just call me Monica, this is my manager Hannah."

Carl glanced at the smiling female agent, nodded slightly, turned his face into a warm smile and said to Monica: "Sorry, there was a traffic jam on the road, it took a while, I didn't keep you waiting Bar."

"Hehe, no, please sit down." Monica naturally knew why the middle-aged man in front of her treated her with such an attitude. It seemed that the fat Carl in front of her was really that little bastard's confidant.

After all, the matter between her and the little bastard was too unbelievable. If they didn't know the relationship between them, a prominent Hollywood figure like Carl wouldn't explain it to her in such a low profile.

The female manager Hannah's eyes flashed with shock. The more she knew about Fatty Karl's reputation, the more she was surprised by the pleasant conversation between her employer and Karl.

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