American East Coast Time.

22:00 p.m.

In front of the Central Hilton Hotel.

"Yawn ......"

Los Angeles' Hollywood Entertainment Newspaper's New York special correspondent, John Smith, yawned.

He glanced at the smart bracelet in his hand and asked a colleague next to him, "Sephorosa has been in for three hours, right?"

The colleague said, "Exactly. It was two hours and 56 minutes, and I pinched the time to calculate. ”

"Uh-huh...... He's supposed to be out, right? Guess which supermodel this playboy is going to bring out? If he does, that supermodel will be able to spread all over the Federation and Europe tomorrow. It's really scary to think about, and with him, there will never be a shortage of exposure......" John Smith said eloquently to his peers.

"yes. I think it's going to be Kendall Jenner. The fierce, the face, the waist...... The most important thing is that buttocks! I can get hard just thinking about it!" said his colleague who spoke to him.

"I like Taylor Hill. Kendall Jenner's plastic face, I don't like ......"

"You don't understand. The most important thing is that the ass is big enough, and it's okay!"

Listening to this colleague's argument, John Smith couldn't help but take a closer look at his colleague's face.

Well...... It's a bit dark. But it's not particularly black, and it may have black blood. If that's the case, it's okay to like big butts. The NBA's old blacks love this bite.

"Let's see! Let's see what kind of gentleman he likes. Or see which supermodel will be lucky enough to make the headlines tomorrow. John Smith said to his colleague at the end.

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American East Coast Time.

00:15 a.m.

"It's not out yet...... a female paparazzi reporter complained.

"Don't you want us to sleep?" said another middle-aged Caucasian man.

The entrance to the Central Hilton Hotel is still lit by the light as if it were day. But these figures, which many reporters were waiting for, did not come out of it for a long time. There are many celebrities in the middle, including some well-known Hollywood stars. After all, the Hilton Hotel was only chartered for 5 floors, not the entire hotel.

But journalists have shown little interest in these celebrities. It's normal to think about it, if there is a big cake in front of you, and a small candy passes by.

Few people are interested in small candy.

John Smith only felt that the late night in New York at the end of November was getting colder and colder. Although it was already very wise, I put on the down jacket early. But John Smith still felt the cold.

He stamped his foot.

He said to his colleague next to him, who was a little bit of an old black blood, "What is this guy doing in there? Is he fooling around with a whole class of Victoria's Secret supermodels?"

"Impossible, right?! That would be ridiculous. And many of the supermodels in this are also married. Even if they were fooling around, they wouldn't participate, would they?"

The old black blood peers are uncertain.

"Uh-huh......"

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American East Coast Time.

3:45 a.m.

John Smith has been fighting between the upper and lower eyelids. He looked sleepily at the door of the glittering Central Hilton, where no one had been in or out for a long time.

"I say......" The old black colleague suddenly poked John Smith and handed him something in his hand, "Would you like a bite?"

"Big?" said John Smith, who was in his spirits at once.

"This is good, brother, give me a bite!"

"Uh-huh......"

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American East Coast Time.

In front of the Central Hilton Hotel.

6:45 a.m.

More than 60% of the reporters at the door have dispersed, and most of them can't help but leave at three or four o'clock.

Only some of the more strong-willed paparazzi reporters remained, hiding in their cars, closely watching the streets of Manhattan, New York, in the early hours of the morning, and the Hilton Hotel opposite.

There are almost no pedestrians outside.

In addition to the occasional passing city dingo, there are also city rats......

Only the sanitation workers who got up early and the garbage trucks that collected the garbage started to work.

John Smith left his car and ran into the compartment of his old black companion, and the two men huddled together.

Next to it is the testimony of the friendship between the two people last night, the remains of the grass after the hi.

"Not out yet......"

"Was that guy really going to be in a bunch of women last night?mother***!!fxxkk!"

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American East Coast Time.

9:00 a.m.

After listening for hours at the door of the Central Hilton, the stream began again. A large number of new guests, as well as old guests who are ready to leave, converge at the door.

It's lively.

In this Ford Focus sedan on the side of the road, John Smith and his old black companion were asleep.

The two of them lasted until 7:00 in the morning, and at that time, even the spirit of the grass could not withstand the exhaustion of the body. Then both of them fell asleep and slept until now.

Just when John Smith was dreaming that he was holding a Tyler Hill on his left and a Lima on his right, he was about to raise his gun and stab.

Suddenly, the two supermodels in his arms exploded, blowing him up all over in blood, and scared him awake all at once.

He was startled, woke up and rubbed his eyes, not fully awake. Goosebumps rose all over his body, because he saw that at the door of the Central Hilton Hotel, the man who had made them wait all night finally walked out of the hotel with a proud face.

"Hey!Jack!Hurry up, that guy is out!Sephorosa get out!fxxk!Hurry up, wait a minute, don't blame me for not reminding you. I'm sorry for the hard work of a night of waiting for a few photos without taking a few photos!"

While beating the old black colleague next to him, he yelled and carried his filming equipment, jumped out of the car and rushed towards the hotel door.

If you look up at this time, you will see the street near the entrance of the Hilton Central Hotel, which was originally quiet. Suddenly, as if stabbing a hornet's nest, many paparazzi reporters with camera equipment appeared from the cars parked next to them or the grass on the side of the road.

It looked like a bunch of vicious dogs, seeing a bunch of fragrant bones.

Crazy and terrifying!

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Abel was in good spirits.

Abel is cool to the extreme.

The little Mr. Sephorosa, who is quietly reminiscing, can attest to this. Last night, it experienced dozens of different landscapes and landscapes of the cave in one night.

Some of them are twists and turns, but there is a cave in the depths of the peach source, some are a straight line, like a line of sky, which can make people go straight to the end, some are thick and thin, and the walls of the cave are full of various buds, squeezing the little Mr. Sephorosa into foaming at the mouth in various postures, some of the holes are very thin, but the inside of the cave is very thick, and some are the opposite, the hole is very thick, but the little Mr. Sephorosa in the cave is a little difficult to pass, and some are like the passage of a conch, twisting and ......

Just like no two people in the world are exactly the same, Abel after experiencing last night. It is also very responsible to say that there are no caves in the world that are exactly like them.

But explore them.

It's a great pleasure.

Abrel was in it.

Little Mr. Sephorosa thumbs up like crazy!

It was precisely because of this extremely pleasant experience that when he left the hotel in the morning, he was in a good mood in front of a large group of crazy reporters who flocked to him, and he was even willing to accept their interview for the first time.

He showed surprise to Andres and Craig, and let a little reporter in for an interview.

Andles and Craig looked at each other and nodded. Then some reporters, who did not look threatening, were put into the bodyguard circle and isolated about two meters away from Abel.

The reporters shouted excitedly and asked loudly at Abel:

"Mr. Sephorosa, you stayed at the Hilton Hotel last night, and in which model's room, did you hang out? Tyler Hill, or Kendall Jenner!"

"Mr. Sephorosa! I'm the Hollywood Gossip Daily. Do you think Adriana Lima is more suitable for this year's closing ceremony model, or is it a return to the mountain, and this year's Super Victoria's Secret show of Gisele Bundchen is more suitable. ”

"Which supermodel do you think has a sexier body?!"

"Hello, Mr. Sephorosa, we would like to have an interview with you. Which supermodel do you like more?"

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There are a lot of questions.

Abel, who was in a rare good mood, smiled and ordered a young white reporter who looked like he had dark eyes and an impotent face: "You, I'll give you a chance to ask a question." ”

The young white journalist was overjoyed and shouted, "Mr. Sephorosa! You are now the boss of Victoria's Secret! I would like to ask you, Tyler Hill or Kendall Jenner, which one do you prefer?!"

"I love them all. ”

"I still want to ask ......," the young white reporter shouted, but Abel skipped him and pointed to a dark, impotent-looking reporter next to him, "You only have one question." It's yours now, hurry up and ask. ”

The black reporter couldn't believe that he was so happy, and after a second or two, the white reporter next to him patted him on the back of the head.

only to react.

"Mr. Sephorosa! You don't like that washboard from Taylor Hill. You must like Kendall Jenner, right?" asked the old black reporter subconsciously and loudly, regretting it immediately after asking.

No way!

How could he ask such an idiotic question? He must have been infected by the idiot next to him, and he looked speechlessly at the white reporter who was also curious about the question.

Which one do you prefer?

Abel raised an eyebrow.

Smile slightly.

In my mind, I couldn't help but recall the taste and feeling of these two last night.

Well...... A beautiful and innocent one, and a very good figure. The cry is very loud, even a bit like a pig-killing scream. But it is easy to make a man feel accomplished, and little Mr. Sephorosa gave her a thumbs up.

The other one, the Buttocks are particularly large. When using a certain pose, little Mr. Sephorosa's height and circumference play a role. There is no embarrassment that cannot be touched at all, and there are still problems. For this one, don't look at the front, look at the back. Little Mr. Sephorosa still gave a thumbs up.

Combined with the feeling of little Mr. Sephorosa, Abel also praised them: "They are all very good. I mean, really, it's comparable. It's all good!"

This is an answer to the old black reporter's question.

The other reporters were frantically trying to ask questions, but Abel was already lacking interest.

"That's it, whatever you want to make up, I'm going to work. By the way, good news for everyone!"

He smiled at the frenzied shouts, told him to stop, and continued to answer a few questions from the reporters:

"Today, I made another $10 billion!"