my sister is a supermodel

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Pete said disdainfully.

"Yes, just want to block him, the price will be even greater"

Wilson said.

"No matter how difficult it is, he must be blocked, that Brazilian country bumpkin is too disgusting."

Pete growled like a lion.

"Okay, I will pay attention to him, as long as he makes any moves, we will notify you"

Wilson responded.

Pete nodded slightly, picked up the glass and drank it down, he sighed, "Has Jennifer come down yet?"

"no!"

"Hmph! Jenny's performance today is too disappointing."

Pete squinted his eyes. Today he wanted to use the party to convey a message to his partners. The relationship between the husband and wife is very stable.

It's just that Aniston didn't cooperate very well at the party scene. Except for chatting with a few friends, her expression always looked so sad, which made people look at it with problems.

Pete was very upset, and it was useless to quarrel with her a few times. He knocked down the wine glass angrily, and spilled red wine on her long dress.

When Aniston left, he felt relieved instead.

"Hey Pete!"

A friend came over, and Pete put away his displeasure, and chatted enthusiastically. It was after eight o'clock, and the night was getting darker, and the guests were about to leave.

Pete saw off a friend and was very unhappy when he found that Aniston hadn't come down. He confessed and walked up to the bedroom on the top floor.

The master bedroom door was closed.

He pressed the lock, but it didn't open.

dong dong~

He knocked on the door and waited 1 minute, but the door still didn't open.

"Jenny!"

He punched twice angrily.

squeak~

When he was about to kick the door, the door was opened.

Aniston glanced at him, then walked into the bathroom again wearing a towel.

"Jenny, the party isn't over yet, how can you stay upstairs?"

Pete looked at the bedroom, walked to the bathroom door and asked.

"This is your party, all your friends are here, what does it have to do with me?"

Aniston lay in the large bathtub and said lazily with his eyes closed.

The corners of Pete's eyes twitched, and he said in a deep voice, "Don't be too willful!"

"..."

Aniston closed her eyes as if she was asleep.

Pete stared at Aniston in the bathtub, with wet blond hair, fair skin, rosy cheeks, and plump lips, his mood became worse for no reason.

"Well, do whatever you like!"

He slammed the door angrily and left the bedroom.

After a while, Aniston slowly opened her eyes. She stared at the white wall and was silent for a while.

Hey ~

She shook her head and reached for the phone.

drip~

At night, the moon is like a wheel.

In Los Angeles, on West Hollywood Boulevard, the lights are feasting and the neon lights are gorgeous.

In the car, Roca quietly looked at the night ahead, and a messy picture flashed through his mind - in the small and elegant dressing room, the dim light reflected the wardrobe, locker, carpet, and floor-to-ceiling mirror.

On the wide mirror surface, a layer of white mist condensed.

Through the white mist, two confused figures can be vaguely seen in the mirror, lying on the carpet, intertwined enthusiastically, breathing heavily and lingeringly, hoarse and excited.

They sublimate in the sound of sighs, fall in the sound of whimpers, merge into one in the dim light and shadow, completely forgetting themselves, tireless...

Roca shook his head and shook off the picture in his mind, feeling a little complicated.

He has always regarded Aniston as a friend, an idol, and an elder, but what happened just now is really inappropriate.

After this kind of thing happened, how should we face the questioning of the media with confidence?How to face Katelimar and Aniston?

"Hey~ I should have resisted fiercely"

Roca touched his forehead, feeling a little dizzy.

jingle bell~

The phone rang, he hesitated, and picked it up.

"Yes Jenny, I'm in the car...no one saw"

he blushed.

"Are you a thief?"

Aniston joked.

Roca hooked the corner of his mouth, "Yes, I just stole a treasure."