I’m in Hollywood

I, Carmen Keith's eyes flashed, and she quickly made up her mind again, saying, Of course I know, but I'm just targeting Gisele Bundchen.

The man sighed that the girl was really naive.

Just dealing with Gisele Bundchen, how can there be such a simple thing.

With that in mind, the man nodded without hesitation, stretched out his hand to the big envelope containing the money, and said, Okay, I'll help you.

Wait, Carmen Keith immediately pressed the envelope again, looking at the man and said, Give me your business card and contact information.

The man paused, nodded with a smile, reached out and groped in the pocket of his coat, took out a business card and handed it over.

Carmen Keith still pressed the envelope with one hand like a kitten, and took the business card with the other hand and glanced at it, then went to touch the mobile phone in the bag, and dialed the number according to the contact information on the business card.

A moment later, the classic Nokia mobile phone rang, and the man opposite smiled and took out his mobile phone and shook it at Carmen Case, So, Miss Case, have we made a deal?

Carmen Keith pursed her lips, and reluctantly released her hand on the envelope, trying to make her tone appear stronger, and said, She may fly to Europe in the next few days, and you must follow , I will call every day to check on the progress.

Of course, you should trust my professional ethics. The man nodded again, put away the envelope containing the money, stood up and stretched out his hand again, saying, Then, Miss Kath, it's a pleasure to cooperate.

Carmen Keith ignored the outstretched hand again, leaned back on the card's seat, and turned her head to look out the glass window.

The man also retracted his hand indifferently, shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the bar.

What a proud girl.

Ignorance and pride.

After the man left, Carmen Keith stared at the neon cars on the road outside the window, and was silent for a long time before getting up and walking out of the bar.

...

Even women who dislike each other occasionally agree on certain points of view.

Like this time.

Gramercy Hotel, New York Fashion Week Closing Party.

Looking at Eric who was chatting with an elegant woman in a black low-cut evening dress not far away, Cindy, who was holding a glass of red wine, couldn't help but sigh in a low voice, Linda is such an idiot.

Giselle, who had a little depression on her face, also nodded: Idiot.

Although the girls around Qusi Gaofu didn't dare to say such a confession, the expressions of approval on their faces also showed their inner views.

After a while, Linda walked back alone.

He took a glass of champagne from the waiter's hand and took a big sip, then looked at the girls and murmured, I'm so stupid, really.

Cindy still couldn't help but said: Even if you see your idol when you were young, you can just rush up. Why do you want to drag Eric over there, God, don't you know his temper?

Linda said aggrieved: Where did I think so much.

Qusi Gauff next to her felt something unusual from Cindy's words.

Curiously, he said, Eric, what's your temperament?

Cindy rolled her eyes at Quss Gauff: What is the little girl asking?

Gisele, Fernanda, and a few other girls all laughed gleefully, but none of them tried to explain it to Curse Gough.

After Cindy finished speaking, she glanced not far away, rolled her eyes, walked to the wine table, quickly brought two glasses of vodka over, and handed it to Giselle: Quick, drink it all.

Giselle took it suspiciously, sniffed it close to her lips, and said, This, you'll get drunk.

Just to get drunk, you are drunk, Eric will have to send you back later.

Giselle understood, but was not reconciled, and said, Then why don't you drink it yourself?

I'm thinking, what if he asks this idiot Linda to send me back?

Giselle turned to the daughters of Quss Gough.

I also have a follower.

Cindy waved away a group of laughing young girls, and said, Okay, go to Eric's place after drinking.

Giselle had no choice but to take a sip, wrinkled her nose and swallowed the spicy wine, then backed away in a blink of an eye, looking for a reason: Eric sees what to do?

Cindy said: Then he can't leave you here.

It seems reasonable.

All right.

At this time, Eric was chatting hotly with the elegant woman in front of him, and he felt that although Western women are generally old, there are always some fairies who seem to be completely uncorrupted by time.

Ms. Severance, if it wasn't for Linda saying she once hung your poster in the bedroom, I would have thought you were the same age as Linda. I can't believe it.

I didn't expect that I would be favored by Miss Evangelinsta, the woman said, but, Eric, you can call me Joan.

Eric nodded and said, So, your full name is Joanna Severance?

No, just Joan, Joan Severance.

It was Joan Marie Severance, though, apparently women wouldn't take the tacky middle name on their own initiative. A beautiful woman named Mary sounds more incompatible. A maid named Mary is more normal. In fact, Mary was a special name for a maid a long time ago.

Good name, Eric naturally wouldn't explore these, nodded with a smile, and said, So, Joan, you're the only one here today?

yes.

Joan Severance nodded, changed the goblet in his right hand to his left without a trace, put it to his mouth and took a sip, looking at Eric with his beautiful light blue eyes without hesitation.

Eric smiled at the corner of his mouth, admiring the slender hand without any decoration, and said, Your hands are very beautiful, I like women with beautiful hands.

Oh, Eric, you're so direct.

Then, Eric put the cup in his hand on the tray of the passing waiter and said, Joan, can I ask you to dance?

Joan Severance nodded, put her red wine on the waiter tray, and extended her arm generously, saying, Of course, but I'm not very good at it.

Eric gently hugged the woman's waist and said, I like dancing with women who are not very good at dancing.

why?

It's easier to take the initiative.

Eric, you already have the initiative.

At the end of the song, Eric and Joan Severance walked out of the dance floor together, so they saw Gisele like a little drunk cat.

After roughly guessing what, Eric glared fiercely at Cindy who was looking over from the crowd not far away. Cindy didn't seem guilty at all, and raised his face at him proudly.

It was getting late. Seeing Gisele's lazy appearance after being drunk, Eric had to give up other thoughts and take her away first.

...

In a penthouse on Sixth Avenue near Central Park.

The weak white sunlight slipped into the bedroom through the curtains, Eric opened his eyes and found that Giselle was no longer around.

After getting dressed and washing, I went downstairs, heard the sound from the kitchen, and walked over.

Giselle was standing by the kitchen counter, holding the phone in her hand and talking to the other side. When she saw Eric appear, the girl threw the phone out with a slap and landed in the sink.

Seeing Giselle hurriedly pulling her phone out of the pool, Eric walked over and said with a smile, So guilty, are you doing something bad behind my back?

No, Giselle shook the phone in her hand vigorously, wiped it with a towel, and put it to her ear. Naturally, there could be no more sound. She threw the phone away in frustration, and the girl explained it casually. Said: It's my sister, she called from Brazil.

Although he didn't hear it clearly, Eric could tell that Giselle was speaking in English just now.

Thinking about the embarrassed look on the girl's face because of a certain English word when she first met Giselle, Eric didn't think that Giselle's sister could converse with her sister in English proficiently.

However, Eric just nodded and did not expose it. After all, everyone has some little privacy of their own.

Returning last night with a little drunk cat, Eric thoughtfully did nothing. At this moment, looking at Giselle, who was wearing a small T-shirt and slacks, with a slender waist showing, Eric came over and put his arms around the girl's sexy body.

Feeling the man's emotions, Gisele turned around in coordination and kissed Eric.

When Eric casually hugged Giselle's light body on the kitchen table, the girl's long straight legs naturally wrapped around Eric's waist.

However, following Giselle's actions, Eric paused like a conditioned reflex, and leaned closer to the girl's ear mechanically, and said softly, Don't do this.

Giselle didn't know why, but she cleverly let go of her long legs, leaned over her cheek to rub Eric's face in a pleasing manner, her slender body slowly slid down, and knelt meekly on the cool wooden floor superior.

...

After New York Fashion Week, there are three major fashion weeks in Europe.

Alexander and Miranda had already rushed to London before Eric came to New York. With the closing of New York Fashion Week, Gisele did not stop there, but just spent a day in New York with Eric, and hurried on board. plane to the UK.

After the matter here, Eric also rushed to East Hampton as usual.

The plan was to only stay in East Hampton for two days, and the next stop was to fly to San Francisco. It's just that, just after arriving in East Hampton, my precious son accidentally fell at school. It was no big deal, but there was a Band-Aid on his forehead.

Eric would like to see boys beat and beat often, how can they be too quiet. Virginia was heartbroken. Hearing Eric's point of view, the woman broke out completely, berating Eric for being an irresponsible father, who knew about work all day, and was indifferent when his son was injured. Also cried.

Eric couldn't. He felt guilty about women and children, so he pushed back his original schedule and planned to stay in East Hampton for a week or two.

...

Originally, even if she was suppressed, with the operation of wm, she could always get a job.

But now, all of a sudden, I seem to be forgotten by the whole world.

She just wandered the streets of Manhattan doing nothing every day. She was originally a very lively character. When she was a child, she even sneaked out of the house when her mother fell asleep in order to attend school parties.

I have suddenly lost interest in everything recently.

Like a house girl, she stayed in her apartment every day. Camilla was also fired by her. She was about to lose her job. How could she afford an assistant.

I originally thought that I was likely to be deceived, and that $50,000 would go nowhere.

However, the paparazzi named Mark really didn't lie to himself. He really looked like a professional ethics. He would call her every day to inform her about the progress of her 'work'.

She then bought a computer and clumsily received emails with photos from them.

In the case of doing nothing, I learned to surf the Internet unknowingly.

The Internet is full of rumors about the Blair witch in Maryland, where several expedition college students are heard missing.

Americans are so lazy.

This was her first feeling. She opened the electronic map on the Yahoo portal and checked it out. She found that Maryland is not far from New York, and even had the idea of ​​​​going to see it in person.

I do it myself.

Maybe it would be nice to be killed by a witch in the jungle.

Thinking so wildly, I discovered the use of Yahoo Maps, and curiously turned to my hometown.

I didn't expect that I could see my house on the satellite map. Although it wasn't very clear, it was obvious that it was my house, a brown wooden house, and a fence made of birch wood. A puppy, just three months old, fluffy, don't know what to do now.

So suddenly a little homesick.

However, I'm always unwilling to go back like this, what are these years for?

The work efficiency of the paparazzi is indeed very high. In just over a week, the other party rushed back from the just-opened Milan Fashion Week.

It's still the same bar we met last time.

This time, she didn't bother to wear any more sunglasses, so she rushed over with her face facing the sky and the earth.

The two sat down, and the paparazzi didn't make any boring chats anymore. He handed over a file bag and said, Miss Casey, this is what you need.

He quickly opened the file bag and found a stack of photos inside.

She flipped through it for a while, and one of the protagonists of the photo was naturally Gisele Bundchen, and the other one she also knew, named Alexandre Ambrosio, also seemed to be from Brazil. In most of the photos, the two are very close, and there are even some photos of the two kissing in a nightclub.

Although she has just gotten rid of the status of no-one in the past six months, she has been in the fashion circle for so long, and she can more or less hear some insider gossip. It seems that both girls have a close relationship with Eric Williams.

In this case, what is the use of photographing these two girls?

After flipping through the stack of photos, she didn't speak, just looked up at the other side, waiting for the other side's active explanation.

The paparazzi took the initiative to pick up the photos and showed her to her in a persuasive manner: Miss Casey, didn't you find out? The two people in the photo have a very unusual relationship.

She couldn't help but retort: ​​They're all Eric Williams women, you think I don't know that?