At night, the moon is in the sky

In a room decorated with pink hello kitty, a young girl curls up in a ball and rolls herself in a white silk quilt, and a few strands of mischievous black hair escape, scattered on a large, soft white pillow.

There was a soft "squeak", the bedroom door was opened, and immediately closed, and an emaciated figure walked in lightly......

As if telepathically, the girl on the bed whispered, "Go away, don't bother me...... Don't, don't leave me ......"

The bedside lamp was gently turned on, revealing the face of the night raider, but it was Feng Tingting in pajamas!

The white warm light lit up, and the girl on the bed was awakened, half-covering her forehead with her palm, with a look of surprise, "Tingting, why are you?"

Feng Tingting snorted coldly and jumped on the big bed, "Then who do you hope to be?...... If you don't lock it in the middle of the night, there must be a ghost in your heart!"

Li Yunxin yawned, sat up with the quilt, leaned half on the head of the bed, and looked directly at her uninvited girlfriend.

Feng Tingting didn't have any weakness, but asked confidently, "When you go to bed at night, you keep the door, do you want someone to touch the bed in the middle of the night." Isn't it disappointing to see that it's me?...... The little pervert can come, why can't I!"

The monk can touch it, and I can too! It seems to make sense.

Li Yunxin was clumsy and let go of half of the bed, but unconsciously tightened the quilt on her body.

Feng Tingting rolled her eyes, threw herself on her best friend, and asked with a smile, "Yunxin, did you have a spring dream just now...... Let the old lady see, there is no ...... in the running water"

One pretended to be a pervert, the other resisted desperately, and the two women made a mess.

After a while, there was a whisper in the room, which turned into a violent gasp.

……

In Los Angeles in the early hours of the morning, Mr. Draghi walked helplessly on the street.

Recently, the world has been very peaceful, and there is no eye-catching news, which makes him extremely disappointed, and the number of subscribers to the website has been decreasing, and some investors have euphemistically proposed to withdraw their funds.

Maybe a hot cup of coffee can dispel the chill in your heart?

A 2-meter-tall man walked over and accosted, "Oh, man, you really have a vision, the view of Los Angeles at four o'clock in the morning is the most beautiful!"

Draghi squinted his eyes and looked at the uninvited fellows: wide sunglasses covering half of his face, glittering earrings on his ears, loose clothes, and large tattoos faintly visible.

The advantage of height brought great oppression, which made the nervous Draghi's heart tighten, and he unconsciously touched the holster on his waist.

Los Angeles at night is not a peaceful neighborhood, full of violence, drugs, gangsters.

As if not seeing the other party's nervousness, the black young man smiled mysteriously and confided in a loud voice, "Man, the sun is the most beautiful now, isn't it?...... This is my secret, I've never told anyone, you're the first to share it!"

Without waiting for Draghi to respond, the black young man patted the other man's shoulder casually and strode forward, the basketball in his hand like an elf, constantly spinning and jumping with his fingertips.

Draghi's face was blinded, and he suddenly thought of something, and raised his voice, "Ferric oxide?!I like you so much, I'm your fan...... Don't go, what happened to the Eagle County incident? Did you chase the big shark away? Did you and Jenny have a leg?...... Don't run, I still have a lot of questions!"

The black youth stumbled under his feet, then with a great acceleration and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Draghi ran a few steps, did not find Kobe's shadow, and was so angry that he ripped off his tie, held his knees with both hands, and kept panting.

The phone in my trouser pocket beeped and I received another email.

He looked at it sullenly, his eyes round, and he smiled.

To hell with coffee, Kobe Bryant.

Back in the office, Draghi shouted to the assistant lady, "Ann, turn on the computer, update the Draghi Report...... Friendly negotiations, peaceful breakup, a bunch of stinky shit!"

Although a few years later, he still holds a grudge against Fox who fired him, hoping to slap the other party in the face and make the other party cry out and beg him to go back!

The assistant lady wore black tortoiseshell eyes and did not smile, "The matter involves the Film Association, you don't have the authority to release it, wait for Mr. James to authorize it tomorrow ......"

Draghi was furious and pushed down the neat folders, "Shit, the Draghi Report is my little darling, I don't need any authorization...... Immediately, immediately release it. ”

Five years ago, his newspaper received the exclusive news, but after high-level discussions, it was decided to gather relevant information first and wait for the matter to be further clarified before reporting it.

When he returned home, he immediately published it on his self-named blog, "The Draghi Report," becoming the first media reporter to report on Clinton's "zipper door."

The assistant lady was unmoved, still slowly, "Sir, all this is chasing after the wind. The Motion Picture Association of America is not our whole, the backstage is Warner, Disney, Fox ......"

The email portrays the Motion Picture Association of America as an evildoer, old-fashioned Goliath, and the newly formed Turtle as a rebellious hero David.

Draghi clenched his fists and lowered his head helplessly, "Then send the message on the first email first! ”

The United States is a company in the skin of the state, and it would rather offend the government and gangsters than the big corporations with funds in their hands.

The other identity is a talk show actor, in the show, he can ridicule and satirize the US government, and even President Bush Jr., but he still has to pay tribute to large companies.

……

San Bruno in the early morning, still shrouded in the morning light

A freckled boy in a cap threw a package into the courtyard gate and whistled by.

Dressed middle-class kids, pedaling their bicycles and frantically moving from neighborhood to neighborhood, tossing newspapers onto the manicured lawns of subscribers' homes became one of the hallmarks of the American dream.

Feng Tingting quickly opened the door, picked up the newspaper with a smile, and muttered to herself, "The third, now there are four newspapers......

After quickly scanning the headline, he became sullen again, crumpled the newspaper into a ball, and threw it in the trash.

Sun Buqi was half-lying on the sofa, looking at the milk-soaked cereal in front of him, with a bitter face, and pursed his lips, "Little girl, are you changing your face in Sichuan opera?"

raised the milk in his hand and drank it all, and couldn't help but joke, "In the movie "Forrest Gump", Forrest Gump is a newsboy, I thought they would be stuffed into the mailbox." ”

Li Yunxin pursed her lips and chuckled, "Sun Jun, please bear with me." We just moved in and didn't have the ingredients ready. Under California law, only U.S. Postal Service personnel have the right to use mailboxes, and it is illegal for other people or companies to post newspapers, advertisements, or books on their online mailboxes. ”

Feng Tingting threw off her slippers, lay on the sofa, and couldn't help complaining, "When it snows heavily in winter, newspapers are often buried in the snow, and after being crushed by the wheels, they will turn into pulp...... Oh my God, why isn't there a scandal with the turtle?!"

"Don't be impatient, there will be soon!" Sun Buqi rolled up his sleeves, walked into the kitchen, and asked loudly, "Yunxin, fry eggs for you two! ”

The two girls did not dare to speak anymore as if they had been immobilized.

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