Hollywood Domination Chapter 130: Follow the feeling
Christopher came to "GQ" to shoot the cover. In fact, just like Jenny, the purpose is to interview "Sally". One-fifth of the investment, of course he has to publicize it as carefully as Jenny.
Friends who acted in the same crew met in the studio, so of course they had to come to say hello. As Christopher said, this is also a good tidbit. More calls (Jenny can't help but secretly admire the power of "Thrilling Lover"). However, he did not continue to stay after the group photo, but went to the studio of "GQ" very interestingly. ——If he dared to stay and watch her filming, Jenny would have to kill him. They are now in Hollywood, not Hamilton, and too ambiguous behavior will bring unexpected troubles to the two of them.
However, Christopher obviously didn't intend to let this matter pass by like this. After more than 30 minutes of filming, Jenny began to touch up makeup and change clothes. Usually, this time is also a good time for her to take a nap. Mary put her bag Handed it to her, "I just had your call."
Jennie felt ominous, and opened it while the dresser was adjusting her clothes (she really wants the 2014 anti-peeping screen now), and it turned out to be a missed call from Christopher, and of course there was a text message tips.
"So, your phone is connected." The text message was sent after the phone call.
Jenny was helpless. Christopher specially picked someone to send it when he was in the studio next door. The meaning of deterrence is self-evident.
"Do you want to have a working lunch together?" She simply replied the text message - it would be more convenient to meet and talk, and the word counts, and the evidence is less.
Putting down her phone, she started shooting again. It was already noon when she rested again, and the shooting work officially came to an end. Jenny called Josh and took the initiative to go to the studio next door to call Christopher, and the two got into the car. , drove out of the parking lot amidst the crowd of paparazzi chasing after them, and drove to the restaurant that Mary had reserved with her privilege.
"Have you heard about it?" After sitting down in the restaurant, Jenny said to Chris, "I heard that Hollywood is going to introduce the Gawker mechanism. Have you ever been to New York, do you know what Gawker is?"
——Gawker is a very popular New York gossip website in recent years. Passers-by report on Gawker after seeing a celebrity, so that a large number of fans can rush to watch. Earn millions of dollars in advertising fees, and it also shaved the tops of New York stars to such a thin layer.
Chris glanced down through the glass: he brought the paparazzi this time. Unlike Jenny, whose life is extremely boring, Chris can support at least ten paparazzi by himself, as long as he is in Los Angeles. Show up, the paparazzi with great powers can always locate him.
"You can come to my house." He didn't pretend to be stupid, but showed a kind of cheerful smile at Jenny - clearly showing malicious intent, "My house in Malibu can definitely guarantee us of *."
Jenny is helpless: not replying to text messages is a signal, and her attitude is a signal when we meet, and this sentence is a signal. Her attitude is already obvious. Of course, the time with Chris is very pleasant, but she will not spread vicious news at this sensitive time for the sake of pleasure-if Cesare threatened her to cut off with Chris Contact, then she might be rebellious for a while, but after Cesare expressed his support and analyzed the pros and cons for her, Jenny herself can come to the conclusion: only these ten days, and she is quite busy, there is no need to add more One thing...
"Chris." She softened her tone and said awkwardly, "You know it's not that simple."
Chris's eyelashes flickered, and the shoulder line slowly relaxed, "You should at least reply to my text message."
"It's impossible for me to Sextext with you," Jenny lowered her voice, "Number one, it's sad, I don't think it's useful, and two, you never know when your phone will be dropped." In whose hands—"
"And you don't trust me to keep your information?" Chris' eyes flickered, but his tone calmed down. "Or you don't believe I'm going to delete it after reading it?"
"Well..." Jenny spread her hands: The current star is too stupid and naive, but as a future person, after several pornographic photos, she would be really stupid if she still stores this information Medicine saved.
"So." Chris leaned back in his chair, he nodded and laughed, "You don't trust me—you don't trust me."
I have to admit that his current expression is very lethal, but it is impossible for Jenny to dance with him.
"You're acting a little too hurt, Chris, and I don't believe you're that weird?" she said, "Plus, there's no way I'd do this with anyone if it would make you feel better— —Listen to me, Chris, you never know who your personal belongings will fall into, so it's best not to store such sensitive information."
"Are you trying to tell me that you don't trust everyone?" Chris took a sip from his glass and said with a grin, "Whoa, you're such a Coldhearted—"
Under Jenny's gaze, he stumbled, "—Queen, you are such a cold-blooded queen, Jenny."
Christopher, like her original self, has the problem of speaking dirty, which is determined by education and class. Jenny can't change some mantras until now, so she wasn't too angry, but just said sarcastically, "Very well-bred, Asshole."
"Thank you for your compliment." Christopher said happily, they looked at each other, and Christopher fired at her exaggeratedly - very similar to some of the expressions they had when they first met.
After all, the relationship is different. This time, Jenny didn't feel disgusted. Instead, she laughed with Christopher without holding on for a while. "So, do you still want to have lunch with this Coldheartedbitch now?"
"Of course." Christopher also restrained his malice and cuteness. He replied kindly and gently, took Jenny's hand and kissed it lightly, "Actually, your cold-bloodedness makes you more attractive, Milady."
"You sound very serious." Jenny didn't know whether to frown or laugh, she said in a joking tone, "It means that you are deeply-deep-love-me-me, right? Christopher?"
"Yes—ah." Christopher also replied in a coloratura high voice, "girl, with this bright moon, with its silver light painting the tops of these fruit trees, I swear—"
Jenny laughed, and she rushed to say, "Ah! Don't swear by the moon, it is fickle, and there are gains and losses every month; if you swear by it, maybe your love will be like that." It's just as impermanent—(see note)”
"I remember you not being in a drama club?" Christopher said, "Didn't you say on The Oprah Show that your high school didn't even have a drama club?"
"But I still read some books seriously." Jenny raised her eyebrows, "So, you watched that episode of "The Oprah Show?"
"Of course, I said that I have always been very interested in you." Christopher patted his chest, exaggeratedly relieved, "It's okay, okay, our love for Hamilton is not just my wishful thinking, and neither are you. The kind of person who doesn't call after going to bed."
"Don't you call again after a night?" Jenny asked.
Their meals came, and Mary was guarding the door of the private room, acting as a guest waiter. She blushed and excitedly served Christopher the meal, and then whispered in Jenny's ear, "Josh should be here soon. .”
"Usually, the girls don't expect my call, they expect to be photographed with me," Chris replied, "But, yes, for the girls who expect me to call again, I At least one more phone call will be made."
There seemed to be vague accusations in his tone, Jenny raised her glass and touched him, whether it was true or not, Chris managed to arouse a little softness in her heart, "Okay, then I'm sorry for my cold blood Sorry for you, I should have texted you back, even if it would be a disappointment."
"No reply will be more disappointing than not replying all the time." Christopher was completely smug, Jenny stared, and he sank again, "But I also appreciate your prudence."
He thought for a while, and stopped being coquettish, but said calmly, "Actually, what you said was very inspiring to me, and I decided to take it as a warning."
"What," Jenny asked, "you don't post that kind of photo anymore?"
Chris squinted at her, "How is it possible? Ah, Josh is here."
He stood up and greeted Josh through the glass, and went to the door to shake hands and pat his shoulders. He looked like a good brother, and led Josh to the table together before continuing, "But I won't send I can have a photo of my face."
"What are you talking about?" Josh asked curiously.
"Sextext." Christopher replied generously, and Josh choked on water.
Of course, Chris also knows Josh. Men are always familiar with each other. In fact, Josh has already called him brothers and sisters when he was ordered to visit the class before. With him, Christopher no longer talks about sensitive topics. Instead, they chatted about Josh's new movie, "I didn't receive an invitation to the premiere, why didn't I, Josh?"
Josh had no choice but to agree to reissue one, and Christopher patted him on the shoulder, "Very good - Buddy, you are worthy of my friendship."
"Huh?" Josh was baffled by him.
"I decided to hold a premiere party for you." Christopher said solemnly, winking at Jenny. "At my house in Malibu—Josh, tell me when are you free?"
Jenny sighed, Josh choked, and looked back and forth between her and Chris, "Okay, I'll be there—but it's not my favor, Chris, you'd better prepare a few bottles for me Wine."
Christopher beamed with joy, "You can go to my wine cellar and choose at will, brother, and bring that—makeup artist—Claudia? Take her."
Josh raised his eyebrows at Jenny, and Jenny shook her head slightly: She didn't tell Chris about Claudia and Josh, and Chris always showed off his observation and cleverness at the right time.
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"Wow——" Christopher sighed with emotion.
The sound of the waves came from the window, and Jenny fell off Christopher, looked at the transparent roof, and sighed in approval from the bottom of her throat, "Well, wow——"
"When is your flight?" Chris asked.
"The day after tomorrow." Jenny turned over and looked at Christopher with her face propped up. Claudia's happy laughter was mixed with the sound of the waves. . "God, I can't believe I actually did this - pulling people to cover me for fun and letting them play while guessing when we're done - don't tell me you miss me."
"I'm a little bit reluctant to part with you." Chris turned his head and kissed her. "Why should I lie?"
"Chris, you are just because I don't hang around you like other women—" Jenny rolled her eyes, "Forget it, do as you please."
"I didn't propose to you either." Chris turned over and lay on the bed, he had gradually recovered his most photogenic figure, his waist and hips were shining brightly in the sun, and he looked delicious, "It's just—— Go with the feeling, right? Dear Jen, I don't seem to have finished feeling for you."
"Don't come after the Caribbean." Jenny warned. "Also, I have a schedule tomorrow, so I can't come here."
"Okay." Christopher said, shoulders slumped, dejectedly, "You really know how to spoil the atmosphere afterward."
Jenny also felt that she was a bit too much. It was not a crime that Christopher had a crush on her, and he did not do anything excessive.
"Let me make it up to you." She sent an apologetic kiss, lowered her head and pointed at the tip of Christopher's nose, "—do you still have the energy to do it again?"
"Give me a few minutes." Christopher replied in an uncertain tone, "You know, I'm almost 30 years old this year, I'm not young anymore, Jenny—"
Amid Jenny's chuckle, he suddenly turned over and pressed her down, his eyelashes brushed her eyelids, and said coquettishly, "This time, answer my text message, huh?"
Jenny was itchy and giggled, she took a bite on Christopher's mouth, "Okay, I'll call you."
The author has something to say: Note: That dialogue is from Romeo and Juliet
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Updated, sorry for the long wait
If I suffer from rhinitis in autumn and winter, my spirit will not be very good, and this is 9K words for more than 20 consecutive days, I am a little tired...