my sister is a supermodel

Rocca smiled lightly.

Ms. Anne pondered for a while, "Nothing special, it's just simpler than I imagined. Before I became a director, I thought it was difficult to be a director. After becoming a director, I found that anyone can make this movie well."

"Humph!"

Billy stopped beside him, his fat face darkened.

"Director Billy, am I wrong? The most important thing to be a director is to direct the script. With the script, you can't shoot well. What do you think of this director?"

"..."

Billy's face fluctuated red and white, he sighed, turned and walked away.

"This guy is hypocritical!"

Ms. Anne complained.

Roca smiled lightly, which was a bit hypocritical, but after this toss, the two probably won't have any more cooperation.

"Rocca, thank you this time."

Ms. Anne raised her glass and said.

"Thank me?"

"Yes, thank you for always supporting me, helping me, and giving me a lot of advice during the shoot"

Ms. Anne said seriously.

During this period of time in the crew, Roca was very diligent and could be called a model worker.

Not only did he take on the role of screenwriter, he also had to be a producer, assistant director, choreographer, logistics, and finance.

If it weren't for his help, Annie didn't know if she could persevere.

"Annie, we are partners, this is what I should do"

Rocca smiled lightly.

"But thank you anyway, it was a pleasure working with you"

"Me too!"

Rocca raised his glass.

Hey~

After the film was wrapped, the crew evacuated Baltimore and returned to Los Angeles for post-production.

But this has nothing to do with Roca, his work is done, and then his work will turn to Brazil.

The next afternoon, he boarded a flight to Rio de Janeiro.

"Hi~ Roca!"

In the business class, Ambrosio was leaning on the seat with his long legs crossed, wearing a bohemian chiffon midi dress, with long blond hair loose, looking sexy and hot.

Seeing him coming in, Ambrosio waved his hand lightly.

"Is this a surprise?"

Rocca took off his hat, a little surprised.

A few days ago, he called Ambrosio and asked her if she wanted to go with her. Ambrosio said he would come back in a few days, but he did not expect to meet her today.

"Yes, how is it?"

Ambrosio looked at him with a hot smile on his face.

“Great surprise!”

Roca sat down opposite, "Didn't Jamie follow this time?"

"Would you like Jamie around?"

"Of course not!"

"He cheated again, so I came back early"

"Really? This is really great news!"

"Humph!"

Ambrosio rolled his eyes at him and slid his toes on his calf.

Roca smiled lightly, grabbed her calf, and slowly groped upwards.

"Hmm~"

There were only a few people in the business class, and no one noticed the small movements of the two.

rumbling~

The plane took off and flew over the Atlantic Ocean, the sky gradually darkened, and the people in the cabin began to sleep.

Ambrosio got up and went to the bathroom.

Roca looked around, got up and followed.

317. Roca in Prison

beep~

In the morning, the sun was shining brightly.

On Lagoa Avenue in Rio de Janeiro, dense vehicles blocked half of the street.

In the dense traffic flow, a yellow Chevrolet car slipped through the traffic flow, nimbly like a little sparrow.

The scurrying behavior of this car aroused the dissatisfaction of the surrounding drivers. The ticking whistle, the rumbling motor sound, and the shouting sounded together.

"Macio, drive slowly, I'm not in a hurry!"

In the back seat, Roca opened his eyes and said.

"I can't slow down. This point is at the rush hour, and there are so many cars that I can't drive without traffic jams."

The old driver, Macio, stared at the gap ahead and shouted loudly.