Heads Up Hollywood

"Go... to the balcony? This... is this okay?"

After all, Ms. Zhang is an oriental woman, and she has not really been promoted to the "International Chapter". She is only 25 years old this year, and she still values ​​appearance very much. Tang En's request really made it difficult for her.

Tang En wanted to go to the balcony mainly to avoid suspicion. This was his first time in the independent film industry. If it's the first time you come here, the master has never seen it before, and you hurriedly invite a woman back to the room to gossip, and you will inevitably be ridiculed.

Although he is not afraid of gossip, after all, he just defeated Harvey Weinstein with his own hands, so he must set an example.

It's better to go to an open-air place like a balcony where others can see it.

However, Miss Zhang's coy attitude at the moment made Tang En suspicious. He didn't think about it for a while, so he shook his head and said, "Let's go to the balcony. The scenery there is very good, and you can overlook the magnificent Hudson Canal."

Miss Zhang was speechless.

Do you want to see me, or the Hudson River?

"In case... in case someone sees it..."

Ms. Zhang felt that it was still inappropriate, so she tried her best to fight for it.

It's okay to be dirty in private, but it's not good to let outsiders see the too private side.

"You see it when you see it, so what?" Tang En was very surprised, why are you pretending to be a boudoir girl with me here? Afraid no one will watch? What are you doing? His tone was a little displeased, and he said unquestionably, "Let's go, go and look down on Manhattan and Hudson, and your mind will be very open."

Tang En was very puzzled.

He just wanted to be seen.

Miss Zhang almost fainted.

What is it?

Doing this kind of thing... depends on your mood?

You are a woman who plays too much, and the play produces flowers, right?

However, Xu could hear the displeasure in Tang En's tone, so Miss Zhang couldn't say anything more. Although she is very reluctant, this is American territory after all.

Besides, Twain, the world's richest man, is not afraid. What would she do as a young actor?

If you want to talk about embarrassment, it is your face that you lose!

Thinking about it this way, Ms. Zhang gave up and gritted her teeth, "If you go to the balcony, go to the balcony, it's no big deal!"

Looking at her angry back, Tang En became even more dumbfounded.

What's wrong with her?

Menstrual period?

Even if it's a menstrual period, you can't vent your dissatisfaction on yourself, right?

However, from behind, her back is still very attractive.

She was wearing a long purple dress similar to a cheongsam, with a white slim-fitting coat on her upper body. The narrow belt was lightly tied around her soft waist, making her not too plump figure look upright and downturned .

It's good at dressing.

Tang En laughed at himself and walked to the balcony.

Manhattan has the most expensive housing prices in New York.

Tribeca is the most expensive area in Manhattan.

The reason is very simple, apart from the gathering of celebrities and the high housing prices, there is an excellent view here.

Here, you can see Kennedy Street in China Town, Wall Street, Greenwich Village and Soho, which are full of art, and there are also various fashion shops and artist galleries.

The Hudson Canal, seen from a height, is also spectacular.

When I came to the balcony, there were already comfortable soft chairs, as well as red wine and fruit plates.

It is also a good enjoyment to drink red wine, chat about movies, and enjoy the beautiful scenery of the Hudson River.

It would be great if Lao Mouzi could come over too.

Ms. Zhang's acting skills are fine, but when it comes to film art, she is definitely not as profound as Lao Mouzi.

"Huh? Are you hot?"

Tang En walked over, and before he was seated, he saw Miss Zhang unbuttoning her white coat.

It is now late September.

Of course, Tang En was in a suit, no problem.

Miss Zhang was wearing a skirt, and she relied on this coat to keep her warm. Take it off now... aren't you cold?

"Ah? Won't you take it off?"

Ms. Zhang gave Tang En a strange look, feeling puzzled.

Are you wearing clothes?

Uniform temptation?

Quirks!

Tang En laughed and said, "If you feel hot, you can take it off. I'm afraid you'll catch a cold."

Miss Zhang asked in a low voice: "Then you don't need to take it off? Wear it?"

Tang En was angry and funny, "Do you still need to ask me? You know whether it's hot or cold!"

Miss Zhang muttered in a low voice: "It's not your eccentricity!"

"What did you say?"

Tang En didn't hear clearly for a while.

"nothing!"

Ms. Zhang seemed to have taken advantage of it, and she felt a lot more relaxed.

If you don't take off your shirt...it's relatively safe.

As long as the skirt is lifted up, the upper body of both of them will be straight, and the lower body... even if there is some indecent behavior, the probability of being discovered is very small.

After all, in order to ensure the safety of the guests, this balcony is blocked by a short wall. As long as the lower body is not higher than the short wall, it is relatively safe.

Ms. Zhang wanted to understand Tang En's thoughts thoroughly now.

I whispered in my heart, I really know how to play!

Even thought of this kind of precautionary measures, it can be seen that they are looking for excitement outside!

As I thought about it, my heart skipped a beat, and I felt a little more anticipation in my panic.

After all, he is Tang En!

He is the world's top director!

Is the richest man in the world!

Seeing that she was still staring blankly and giggling, Tang En knew that there must be something wrong with this woman's condition today, so he said helplessly, "Okay, sit down!"

"Do……"

Ms. Zhang quickly withdrew her thoughts. When she heard the word, she became nervous again, and pressed her lips tightly, "This...is this going to be done?"

Tang En didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "What's wrong with you today? Sit down quickly, we have to talk about business!"

Only then did Ms. Zhang suddenly understand.

That's right, finish it quickly, and talk about the North American release of "House of Flying Daggers", I almost forgot the business!

Miss Zhang took a deep breath and looked at the surrounding environment.

There is a small table with red wine, wine glasses and a fruit plate on it, which cannot bear the weight.

Upholstered chair? This is a single chair, a bit like a reclining chair. If two people lie on it together, it may not work.

And then... it's an open-air swimming pool. It must not work in such a cold weather.

You can't go to the low wall to support it, can you?

That would surely be discovered.

Ms. Zhang searched around, but couldn't find any suitable tool to use, so she asked pitifully, "Here...how can I do it?"

If she did it standing up, she would be exhausted and worried.

Tang En was even more confused.

Is it because I haven't spoken Mandarin Chinese for too long, and I have obstacles in communication? Why do you always feel weird when you talk to Ms. Zhang?

It seems that I have to find an opportunity to go to China.

Otherwise, the functions of the Chinese language will be degraded, and it will be too many classics to forget the ancestors.

Tang En shook his head, then pointed to the soft chair next to him, "Just sit there, where else can we go?"

"Do it here..."

Miss Zhang glanced at the soft chair, as if she understood Tang En's meaning.

It is definitely impossible for this recliner to support two people, but it is not impossible for one person on it and one person on the ground.

Ms. Zhang was a little self-deprecating, feeling that she was so nervous that her brain was rusted, and she couldn't think of such a simple question, so she nodded lightly, walked over, and said casually, "Then I'll stick it out?"

"Pouting? What do you mean?"

Tang En ignored the weird Miss Zhang and poured himself a glass of red wine. Hearing these words, he felt even more strange.

what is going on?

Then, he turned his head to look, and was stunned for a moment.

Miss Zhang... she really was kneeling on that soft chair with her buttocks up, her round buttocks... facing his direction, so tempting.

Tang En was dumbfounded.

It feels like seeing a new world.

What is this for?

Practicing yoga?

So dedicated?

It's too weird, isn't it?

What's even weirder is that it's still behind. Next, under Tang En's dumbstruck, Miss Zhang stretched out her hand and lifted the skirt up little by little... all the way to her waist.

Two big white legs are as smooth as jade, a pair of black underpants, and a faint light scar, all of which exude a fatal charm.

Tang En's eyes widened and he swallowed hard.

This is so... forcing people to commit crimes!

Is this trying to sneak up on me?

Miss Zhang turned around again, her face was rosy and charming, she bit her lip and said, "Director, you...you can come, the rest...you don't need to take off, you can just... ..."

"etc!"

Tang En struggled for a long time between rationality and sensibility, and finally reason prevailed.

He hasn't figured out what's going on in the scene in front of him, so he can't mess it up!

If you rely on him, it will be a troublesome matter.

"Miss Zhang, what are you doing?"

"Ah? Didn't you want to do it?"

"Do?"

Hearing this word, Tang En suddenly thought of something, opened his eyes wide, and couldn't laugh or cry: "I said sit down, sit down, I asked you to sit down! Where are you thinking?"

"Ah? No way?" Ms. Zhang also froze for a moment, with a dazed look on her face, "You... You were downstairs just now, implying that I would come to the suite upstairs to talk about work?"

"I asked you to talk about work, how did I hint?"

It was only then that Tang En realized that from the beginning to the end, both parties had fallen into a vicious cycle of mutual misunderstanding.

No wonder the atmosphere feels wrong, it turns out that the roots are here!

Ms. Zhang felt that her faith in life had collapsed, and she said in a daze, "Director, you...you want to hint that I come...come to sleep with you, and then you help release "House of Flying Daggers"?"

Tang En said angrily: "In my capacity, do I still need to hint? Forget it, it may be the cultural difference between China and the United States. Get up quickly. It's not good to keep... pouting."

"ah!"

It was only then that Ms. Zhang realized that she was still sticking up in front of Tang En's eyes, especially the scenery under the skirt, which was completely seen by him.

With a scream, she turned over and sat up quickly, and hurriedly straightened her skirt.

His face was as hot as fire, as bright red as fire.

When Tang En saw her embarrassment and embarrassment, he couldn't bear it, so he burst out laughing.

Miss Zhang was even more ashamed, her legs were tightly together, and she pressed her skirt tightly with her hands, covering her knees tightly, for fear that he would see a little privacy.

However, the scene of pouting buttocks just now... really feasted Tang En's eyes.