Hollywood Drawing

The sun passed through the curtains that had not been tightened in time, passed directly through the floor-to-ceiling windows without any hindrance, and shone on the large bed. The new sunlight in the sky was like golden sea waves. Each wave was better than the other, and it began to shine on the large bed. It got hot in a short time.

This is Los Angeles, which is full of enthusiasm all year round. In most people's impressions, it seems that except for the short winter when people can feel the temperature drop slightly, they can bathe in the warm sunshine of California at any time the rest of the time.

"F**k!"

When the sun slowly moved and shone on Wayne's face, he subconsciously wanted to raise his hands to cover his face. Suddenly he felt a protest from his lower back, and an unbearable soreness immediately made him explode involuntarily. A foul language.

The originally dazed sleepiness was driven away by the pain that suddenly surged from his lower back. He frowned and tried his best to rub it up. He leaned on the bed and reached out to grab his watch and took a look at the time.

It was just seven o'clock in the morning. In fact, they had slept for about seven hours. However, even Wayne's strong body could not withstand the indulgence he had started yesterday afternoon. Every time at this time, he would sigh, even if a man No matter how frequently hormones are secreted, they cannot keep up with a woman's recovery speed, especially a white European and American woman.

After a "click", blue smoke slowly rose. He turned to look at the woman sleeping next to him. The Italian girl seemed to be still immersed in the pain of the forbidden game at this moment. Even though she had fallen asleep, the expression on her face was full of emotion. Tangled.

"Good morning darling."

Not long after, Monica Bellucci's eyelids twitched slightly. The first time she opened her eyes, she saw the man smoking next to her. Judging from the look on her face, this woman did not resist the smell of cigarette smoke. Instead, she leaned generously on the bed side by side with the man.

"Good morning, Monica. I have to say, you are truly a fascinating creature."

The moment he turned his head to look at the woman, Wayne immediately saw the two white mountains of the other woman. Although they were covered with various red marks due to his having fun yesterday, the moment he saw them, he could not help but feel... Feeling hot all over.

"Thanks."

The woman stretched out a white arm, reached over him, grabbed the cigarette case, held it in her mouth skillfully, lit it, and slowly exhaled a puff of light smoke. "Cough, cough, cough. Damn it, this brand of cigarettes is so unfriendly to women."

While speaking, she raised her head and noticed the man's wolf-like gaze. She had experienced the same gaze too many times yesterday, but she did not cover her upper body exposed under the quilt. She frowned and felt a little headache. said:

"Please! Honey, I feel like there is no pain in my whole body now. Can you let me rest for two days?"

Before preparing for this operation, Monica Bellucci had already made some preparations, but when the tough-looking and handsome man began to officially let out the beast in his heart, she suddenly felt what she had prepared. In fact, it is not enough.

Looking out the window at the increasingly violent sunshine, she immediately felt the protest from every inch of her skin as soon as she thought of the various self-ravages she had endured in order to please him yesterday.

"Before The Matrix comes out, you can call me anytime, honey, I feel like I'm about to be torn apart by you."

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Wayne shrugged helplessly, understanding that the other party completely regarded him as an evil ghost, but this was understandable. When he had a sudden idea, he asked the hotel waiter to help him get a pair of stockings to dress up the woman next to him. After taking on the look of "Beautiful Legend of Sicily", the beast in my heart was completely released.

But obviously the Italian girl was overly worried, and now his lower back was still faintly protesting. It was obvious that he had gone too far yesterday.

Shaking his head, Wayne gently kissed the woman's forehead, lifted the quilt, picked up the pants on the floor and put them on, and said: "If you have any problems that can't be solved on the set, you can call me at any time, but it's not too big." There is a chance that Nina will receive the call. If there is anything, telling her is the same as telling me."

Looking at the man who bent down to pick up the shirt again, Monica Bellucci leaned on the bed and tilted her head. She knew that her efforts had finally yielded what she wanted. Fortunately, the other party was just like the legend in the circle, and he did not recognize people without putting on pants.

The most important thing before her now is to leave a deep enough impression on Hollywood and North American movie fans through the hit sequel film "The Matrix". In this way, even if there is still no chance here in the end, the experience of participating in commercial films with hundreds of millions of investment will be the basis for my net worth to rise significantly after returning to Europe.

Or, there is another good option, which is the man who is getting dressed in a hurry. As long as this man is willing, he may become a famous star in Hollywood in the future.

"Are you leaving without breakfast?"

Monica Bellucci stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray beside the bed and asked with a bright and elegant smile.

"No." Wayne glanced at the woman and shook his head. "I have to go back early to stay with the little princess. The child has started to crawl around now. I will fly to New York tomorrow, so I have to spend more time with her in advance."

After opening the bedroom door and taking a few steps, he thought about it and turned around and stepped back. In the woman's doubtful eyes, he said: "I have reserved this suite for a long time. If you want, you can do whatever you want during this period." Come on, if you want anything, tell the front desk my name."

"Thanks."

Wayne didn't take the matter of destroying his teenage goddess too seriously. When he returned to the manor with visible fatigue after indulgence, Naomi Watts and Nina were having breakfast.

Facing the man who hadn't returned home all night, the Australian actress didn't do anything unusual, and her face didn't even change at all. She just put her daughter, who had begun to like to move around, into the man's arms. She had long been used to this man's behavior. temperament.

The day passed by while he was chatting with his daughter. At six o'clock the next morning, a Rolls-Royce Phantom carried several people straight to Los Angeles International Airport and boarded a flight to the Big Apple. , after today, Wayne is destined to plunge into work again, there are too many things waiting for him.

At the end of September and the beginning of October, while it was still sunny in Los Angeles, New York was already starting to feel the chill, and Nina also dug out the coat she had prepared for Wayne.

There are nearly 300 people in the entire crew, most of whom have lived in Los Angeles for a long time. The sudden change in environment and temperature made everyone feel uncomfortable. But the crew is like a large, sophisticated and complex machine. Once it starts, it cannot stop easily.

The change in climate was most obvious to director Wayne. After arriving in New York and checking into the hotel on the first day, he felt the warning from his body. Unfortunately, he originally thought that the aches and pains all over his body were just the sequelae of overindulgence. Who knows? What no one expected was that I would catch a cold when I woke up.

However, the work cannot be delayed because of this trivial matter, and the preparation work of more than 200 staff members of the entire crew cannot be stopped because of him alone.

After checking the shooting arrangements all day long with runny noses, the whole team was praying that the director would be better off from his cold tomorrow. Unfortunately, when Wayne got up the next day, the first thing he felt was that he was top-heavy.

"Damn, shit! You're as hot as a stove!"

The first person to feel the changes in his body was Naomi Watts, who was sleeping next to him. At this time, the Australian actress didn't care about anything else. After reaching out and touching Wayne's forehead, she immediately put on a large bathrobe. , lifted up the quilt and got out of bed, opened the bedroom door and shouted towards the living room.

"Nina, Nina! Tell Gilmore and Charles that Wayne has a fever, f**k!"

Everyone knows how important today is. The first scene will be shot today. If the person in charge of a huge crew is struck down by the disease at the beginning of work, it will definitely cast a thick layer on the work that follows. haze.

What's more important is not this. On the first day the crew arrived in New York, reporters from various media began to gather in the Big Apple City. Warner Bros.'s promotion of "The Dark Knight" was originally carried out with great fanfare. In addition, the film Due to the popularity it brings, countless media are waiting for today's launch.

"Nami! Shut up!"

A low roar interrupted the panicked Naomi Watts. The woman turned back with worry and looked at the man leaning on the bed.

"I swear, your current body temperature will never be lower than 39 degrees! Motherf**ker! Listen, Wayne, if you go out to fool around again in the future, you'd better consider whether your body can handle it, sonoftheb* **hItalian woman! That b***h!..."

The thing is obvious. Over-indulgence, coupled with the sudden change of weather, a cold directly hit Wayne. Now he is working on a project with an investment of nearly 200 million U.S. dollars, and he is the absolute soul of the project. The entire crew is close to 300 million U.S. dollars. Everyone's work revolves around him, and the consequences of delaying the filming work cannot be small.

"That's enough, come here and help me get dressed."

Wayne's face was equally ugly. The cold that he had never noticed before now made his whole body sore like ants biting him, and he couldn't use any strength.

The worst thing was his head, which was so dizzy that he couldn't concentrate at all. He could feel his own body temperature, because even every breath of air he exhaled seemed to be burning his nose.

"No, don't move. You need to see a doctor. Do you think you are joking! Honey!?"

Naomi Watts' eyes were red, she pushed the man back on the bed and shook her head resolutely.

Just as the two were entangled, the bedroom door was pushed open, and Nina walked in with a worried look on her face, followed by Gilmore, Charles Rowan, Steve Wilson, and Weeks. -Hart and other behind-the-scenes group supervisors or directors.

Just when Wayne was frowning and trying to keep his eyes open to say something, he realized that people were still pouring into the bedroom. Christian Bale, Ralph Fiennes and other major actors were coming in just like before. The crowd is the same, their faces are particularly ugly.

"How do you feel now?" Charles Rowan stood beside the bed, stretched out his hand to touch Wayne's arm, and his heart skipped a beat, knowing something was wrong. This is not a trivial cold at all. It is most likely influenza. The temperature on the other party's body is too high.

"I have already informed people to find a doctor, Wayne. You can't go to the hospital now. There are at least a hundred reporters squatting under the hotel. We can't give them the opportunity to hype up negative news."

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