my sister is a supermodel

The lights on the deck were dim, and they could be vaguely seen as Aniston and Roca from their clothes.

The two stood side by side on the deck, chatting about something, and there were cheerful laughter in the wind from time to time.

Wilson was secretly surprised, because of the movie, Ms. Aniston was not in a good mood during this time.

Pete would not have participated in this kind of small party. He only took the opportunity to follow Ms. Aniston when he saw Ms. Aniston coming, hoping to ease the relationship between the two parties.

It's just that the effect is not obvious.

Ms. Aniston came, sat for a while and then disappeared, but she didn't expect to be with Roca.

Still laughing so happily, I have to say that Roca, a scumbag, really has a way of dealing with women.

"Peter, the dance is about to start, do you want to invite Ms. Aniston back?"

Wilson asked.

Brad Pitt raised two fingers and shook slightly.

Suddenly, Aniston laughed a few times and threw herself into Rocca's arms.

Roca hugged her tightly.

hiss~

Wilson gasped, his scalp tightened, could the rumors be true?Are the two having an affair?

He looked at Brad's hair, only to see that the corners of Brad's eyes twitched, he took down the cigar from his mouth, and pressed it hard into the ashtray.

Something big is about to happen!

......

"Jenny, the dance is about to start, do you want to go?"

Roca looked around, the lights were dim, if someone suddenly came over and saw the two of them, they would definitely misunderstand, right and wrong, don't stay for long.

"Roca, you seem to be afraid of scandals now?"

Aniston smiled slightly.

"Yes, my reputation is rotten, if you don't believe me, hear it"

Suck~

"It really stinks, haha...ah~"

Aniston turned around and was about to go out, but her high-heeled shoes got stuck on the deck, and she tilted her body and fell into Roca's arms.

Roca reacted quickly and hugged her.

"Jenny, are you okay?"

"I'm fine thank you!"

Aniston squatted down and put on her high heels.

"No, it's just that the deck should be very sad tonight. It had a chance to kiss the most beautiful Ms. Aniston, but I ruined it. I hope it doesn't blame me"

"Hahaha~"

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251、Black and red are also red

"Hi honey, what are you talking about?"

At night, on the deck, Brad Pitt came over with a glass of red wine.

"Oh, Pete, you are here, I almost fell just now, but luckily Roca held me up"

Ms. Aniston smiled lightly and greeted her gracefully.

"is it?"

Brad Pitt narrowed his eyes and smiled faintly, "Mr. Kelly, thank you for your help!"

"You're welcome Mr. Pete, it's just a little effort!"

Rocca smiled lightly.

Pete stared at him a few times, tilted his head and smiled at Aniston, "Honey, the dance is about to start, let's go in!"

"All right!"

Aniston nodded slightly, and walked in with Pete on his arm, "Rocca, do you want to go together?"

"I don't have a dance partner with me!"

Rocca shook his head.

"This is a lingerie show party, will there be a lack of dancing partners?"

Aniston chuckled and followed Pete away.

Pete took two steps, and suddenly looked back at him with a cold expression on his face.

Rocca was taken aback for a moment, what does this mean?

Could it be that he hated him?

But he was very careful just now?

He shook his head and walked into the hall.

In the hall, the lights were brilliant, people were coming and going, and it was very lively.

Everyone at the party was dressed gorgeously, and everyone sat drinking and chatting together, laughing and laughing, and the place where several big stars were located was the most lively.

The Beckhams were surrounded by a large group of fashion celebrities, and Orlando was surrounded by a large group of models and young actors.

A group of people stood beside Keira Knightley's young couple, including fashion editors and media people.

Miranda and Nina huddled together in the circle of designers, chatting about something.

After Brad Pitt and Aniston returned to the hall, they became the objects of people scrambling to communicate.

Most of the circles at the scene are divided according to the degree of fame, the more famous people, the more people around them.