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

New York spreads like a steel behemoth across the earth. The lights of the city look like steel being exercised in a steel furnace, and they don't add to the warmth of the color, and the strong lights only dazzle people.

Upper East Side, Manhattan.

Full of friends, the staggered and happy drinking party has ended, and when I returned home, the elated hostess of the banquet didn't even have time to react, and was carried into the bedroom by Andy, who was a little drunk, and threw it onto the tron...

"Wow, you're so enthusiastic tonight... ”

Andy was lying on his back on the wound, caressing him lying in his arms and was exhausted, and the evening dress on his body had completely lost its gorgeous appearance, and Ivana, who was blushing, was clinging to Andy's arms like an octopus, and it seemed that she had not yet recovered consciousness from the fireworks in the sky.

"Oh my God, what a wonderful day. "Ivana was very happy with everything about the day, the victory, the cheers, the spotlight, the focus, the center, the great boyfriend, the perfect wine and the madness that took her to the skies...

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

Andy reached out dotingly and caressed Ivana's rosy pretty face, met her misty gaze, and said, "I love you too... ”

"Hmm~"

Ivana felt that Andy, who lived in her body, had changed again, and couldn't help biting the red chun, her eyes were misty, and her eyes were like silk.

"However, I don't usually say it, I just do it! ”

The next morning, Andy yawned lazily and tightened the perfect delicate body in his arms, which had become the perfect prey in the world that was as accustomed to sleeping as he was bare.

"Po~"

"Good morning, dear. ”

Ivana, who was also lazy and tired, was passively woken up, her beautiful eyes almost bent into a crescent shape, turned around and kissed Andy, and greeted.

"Honey, you're so charming, you always make me unable to restrain my Y... ”

"Giggles, okay, don't make a fuss, aren't you going to fly to London today?"

Ivana naturally knows the extent of her boyfriend's livestock, she doesn't want to be unable to do anything today, she can only rest at home, after all, her work is also very important, she can't take leave all day because she can't get hurt.

Andy looked at Ivana, who turned over and jumped off the wound and put on a nightgown, with some regret, and sighed: "Fortunately, I played enough last night, otherwise I would have died!"

Ivana had a strange red glow on her face, glanced at her boyfriend with a wicked smile in an angry manner, and turned around and walked into the bathroom in a slightly awkward posture.

"Hey, hey... Wait for me, let's wash together... ”

"Don't make a fuss, ah-"

There was another frolicking and coquettish cry in the bathroom, and half an hour later, Ivana's little face was flushed with anger, and she came out with a towel to wipe her pretty face, ignoring Happy Andy, who was still whistling comfortably in the bathroom, twisting her waist and dancing.

After breakfast, Andy took Ivana's luggage for him, sent Ivana to work first, and the two hugged in the car, and after being tired for a while, Ivana reluctantly got out of the car.

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

At New York's JFK Airport, Andy, accompanied by a group of bodyguards and assistant Torrey Blake, boarded a special plane to London.

In Hollywood, Los Angeles, the influence of the screenwriters' strike that lasted for more than 70 days continued to ferment, and the addition of Hollywood actors brought the whole Hollywood to a standstill.

First, the Golden Globes suffered a strike, a snub in front of the goal, and then the Grammys were boycotted, and their fate was uncertain. The fate of the 80th Oscars is uncertain, but this does not mean that the annual Oscars will be left out in the cold, some people say that artists do not attend the Oscars, just like athletes do not attend the Olympics. The eventful entertainment industry is always boiling, and there is never a lack of hustle and bustle.

Monica Bellucci, who wore sunglasses, long black hair and a slim waisted long-sleeved dress with a fishtail skirt with big red and black polka dots, tasted fragrant coffee with a white coffee cup elegantly, and she was used to the photos of the paparazzi outside the floor-to-ceiling windows and the greedy eyes in the café.

The slim-fitting tunic dress, the amazing curve outlined by her kua and her incomparable proud upper circumference, can make almost any man salivate, elegant and charming, graceful, exuding a unique mature charm, unforgettable.

Sitting opposite her agent, looking at her with a somewhat helpless gaze, for Monica, her agent is also a very headache, after all, Monica's peak in Hollywood has passed, and now her status in Hollywood can only be regarded as a second-rate international movie star, not the kind of Hollywood star, after all, Monica can not get many good scripts, and the European market cannot be lost, so although her international reputation is guaranteed, but in Hollywood, the value of the film company's salary is not high.

Especially after getting married, Hollywood is like closing the door to her, leaving only a window to maintain her fame.

"Monica, who are we waiting for? It's been half an hour, and they're late... ”

"It's not that the other party is late, but it hasn't arrived at the agreed time yet, I just want to come in advance and quietly enjoy a cup of Blue Mountain coffee, what, do you have other things? I see you've been watching the time." Monica's pink red chun lightly opened, her sunglasses eyes flashed with a playful smile, she knew that these brokers' philistines could bring them benefits, they would be like gods for themselves, if not, then another face would be revealed.

Her status in Hollywood has been declining in recent years, and it is getting worse and worse year by year, there are few movies with female characters, and good scripts, if it is not a very special situation, it is difficult to get actresses like her in Europe, Hollywood on both sides, that is, some vase supporting actresses, for the European box office, will choose her.

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

"No, serving you is my only job, I have received several invitations to the mirror... ”

"Hehe, no need, we're waiting for someone to come. Monica took off the sunglasses on her face, and her beautiful eyes were extremely calm, looking at the middle-aged man who was slowly walking towards them behind the agent.

"Who?" The female agent looked back curiously, and couldn't help but become extremely bright, to say that few people in Hollywood now don't know the chubby man who came over, Fat Carl, the former agent of Andy Smith, and now a big man in Hollywood, his deeds are already a legend in the circle of agents.

He never abandoned his depraved employer, and eventually the employer turned over, and he, a small person, also ascended to heaven and became a veritable power class in Hollywood.

"Oh my God, Monica, why didn't you tell me that the person you were going to meet was Mr. Carl... ”

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

"Marion Cotillard's Golden Globe Award for Best Actress is his PR, I heard that this year's Oscar Best Actress is also likely to be Marion, and now he is a Hollywood figure, many people want to get to know him, and I heard many people say that he will be the next Harvey... ”

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

"Hello, Ms. Bellucci, it's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Carl... ”

"Hello, Mr. Carl, just call me Monica, it's my agent Hannah. ”

Carl glanced at the smiling female agent, nodded lightly, turned his face into a warm smile and said to Monica: "Sorry, there was a traffic jam on the road, and I delayed a little time, so I didn't let you wait for a long time." ”

"Oh, no, please be seated. Monica naturally knew why the middle-aged man in front of her would use such an attitude towards herself, it seemed that the fat man in front of her Karl was really the henchman of that little bastard.

After all, her affair with the little bastard was a bit too unbelievable, and if she didn't know their relationship, a Hollywood bigwig like Carl wouldn't explain it to her in such a low profile.

Hannah, the female agent on the side, flashed shock in her eyes, the more she knew the prestige of the fat Carl,

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