Hollywood Road

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"Excuse me, where are all the Venezuelan ones?"

On the stage, facing the last question of the talent show questioning session, Gal Gadot thought for a while and gave his own answer, "Caracas. Eight???}"

"correct answer!"

After this routine decision, there was applause in the competition hall. Murphy and Kara Feith, who was sitting next to him, were applauding vigorously. The support group that Kara Feith found nearby even played "Gail- Gadot is Miss Universe" banner.

"If I had to choose," Kara Firth said in a low voice, "Gail must be Miss Universe this year."

Murphy shook his head, "Unfortunately, the standards of the judges are different from ours. It is not only the performance on stage that determines the Miss Universe."

Gal Gadot's performance this afternoon is perfect. Although Murphy's personal psychological factors are involved, she is not much worse than the best players. The question session just answered all of them correctly. question.

In addition to the previous swimsuit and evening wear, she could hardly find any flaws except for being a little green.

But Murphy understands that, let alone winning Miss Universe, it is unlikely that Gal Gadot will enter the next round of top 15.

As he said before, it is not only the performance on the stage that determines the Miss Universe, the usual training attitude, the spirit of actively striving, etc., all of which will affect the final result.

In these respects, Gal Gadot's performance is very average. Her usual training can also be seen from the fact that she can sneak out to date Murphy. Basically, it is three days of fishing and two days of posting on the net, and the spirit of actively striving is not to mention. Come on, she just regarded this competition as a trip to increase her knowledge, and this emotion is also obvious. If the organizer gives her Miss Universe...

Thinking of this, Murphy sighed. In fact, Gal Gadot is also very aware of this, and he will not be sad even if he is eliminated.

Sure enough, two hosts stepped onto the stage and announced the results of the competition. Gal Gadot's name was not among the top fifteen.

Today's game ended here, and Murphy, like everyone else, stood up and prepared to leave.

"I'll be backstage later," he whispered to Kara Firth, "are you going?"

Kara Firth shook her head,

"I had an appointment with Paul Anderson tonight to talk about 'Alien vs. Predator.'"

Her project had a lot of resistance, but it was advancing steadily, and the title of the film had already been determined.

"Aren't you going to the party at night?" Murphy asked again.

Kara Firth nodded slightly, "Not going."

In the evening, the organizer will hold a thank you party at the clubhouse last time. The first-class VIP ticket in Murphy's hand is also the invitation letter for the party. This party is open to the public as a charity party, and all contestants must participate, and Gal Gadot will not Except, this is written into their participation contracts.

Leaving the competition hall, Murphy turned to the backstage. There were many people like him who came to the backstage looking for people, and 99% of them were men. After all, this was the Miss Universe contest, not Mr. Universe or something like that.

Everyone was stopped, and Murphy could only wait here, but Gal Gadot knew he would come, so he sent a text message first.

"Wait for five minutes."

Let alone five minutes, Murphy would wait patiently even for five hours.

But just five minutes later, Gal Gadot, in a white T-shirt and cropped jeans, wearing a baseball cap, turned out of the backstage aisle.

"This way." Murphy waved to her.

Gal Gadot stepped faster, regardless of other people looking at her long-legged eyes, and trotted to Murphy's side. Seeing his outstretched arms, she first pounced on him, then stood on tiptoe, and kissed his lips kissed lightly.

This is not a place to talk, Murphy pulled Gal Gadot and walked outside, looking into her eyes while walking.

"What are you looking at?" Gal Gadot touched her face with the other hand, "Is it ugly without makeup?"

"Of course not." Murphy shook his head quickly, "You look better without makeup, and you have a fresh and natural beauty."

He glanced at Gal Gadot again, and said deliberately, "I want to see if your eyes are red from crying."

"You think I'm going to cry?" Gal Gadot squeezed Murphy's hand hard, "It's not the end of the world to be eliminated."

The two walked out while talking, but as soon as they walked out, they fell into a tight siege.

Many reporters gathered outside, as well as paparazzi everywhere in Los Angeles. When they saw Murphy and Gal Gadot, they swarmed up like flies.

"That man is Murphy Stanton, the director of "Saw" and "Sin City." Some sharp-eyed reporters have already recognized Murphy.

Another well-informed person shouted, "Next to him must be Miss Israel Gal Gadot."

The cameras in these guys' hands are faster than their mouths, and the flashes are already connected.

Murphy knew how difficult these guys were. Once he was entangled by them, he couldn't get away easily. Before they got close, he stood in front of Gal Gadot, separating her from the reporter paparazzi.

"Let's go back." He said quickly.

Now there is no one to help, and going forward is really no different from a dragon's pond and a tiger's den.

From walking on the red carpet arm in arm with Murphy, Gal Gadot was harassed by the paparazzi more than once, and knew that these guys were annoying, so she withdrew under the cover of Murphy without even thinking about it.

Murphy followed Gal Gadot back to the theater, pulled her up and ran back.

"Let's go through the front door."

After running until there were security guards, Murphy stopped, then took out his mobile phone and dialed Kara Firth, "Are you gone? If you haven't, come and let Gail and I go to the hotel."

The two turned back to the front hall of the theater and walked out with the flow of people leaving. This time it was quieter. Gal Gadot asked curiously, "Didn't you work as a reporter before? Isn't this the case in this industry?" crazy."

After leaving the theater, the reporters here paid more attention to those high-profile celebrities, and did not notice Murphy and Gal Gadot among the ordinary audience.

Murphy saw Kara Firth's BMW, pulled Gal Gadot over there, and said, "Entertainment paparazzi are always crazy, and social journalists are only crazy when they should be."

Walking to the side of the BMW, Murphy first knocked on the co-pilot's lathe glass, then opened the rear door, and then got in with Gal Gadot.

"You used to be a reporter." Kara Feith started the car and gradually drove away from the theater, "you didn't know that you had to follow the crowd at this time."

Murphy shook his head, "I think too much."

"Kara," Gal Gadot asked, holding Kara Firth behind her seat, "won't you go to the party tonight?"

"I still have something to do." Kara Firth glanced at Murphy and Gal Gadot through the rearview mirror, "I won't bother you."

She went shopping with Gal Gadot a few times, and they got along well. This Israeli girl is much better than the rebellious and impulsive British girl before.

Putting down Murphy and Gal Gadot at the entrance of the hotel, Kara Firth left directly.

Walking through the hotel lobby and walking into the elevator room, he was probably the first to come back, and did not meet other contestants. Murphy and Gal Gadot stood together, waiting patiently for the elevator.

"Aren't you going back to change your dress?" Seeing Murphy's T-shirt and sweatpants, Gal Gadot thought, "Just attend the party like this at night?"

She was well educated, and it was fine to dress up for a private party like this, and it would be a faux pas to attend a charity dinner like this.

"I rented a room on the top floor." Murphy raised his finger and pointed upwards, "All the clothes are in the room."

"Oh..." The alertness in Gal Gadot's eyes was fleeting, "Why do you think of staying in a hotel?"

The elevator came at this time, and Murphy pulled her into the elevator, stood behind Gal Gadot, and kissed her lightly on the back of the neck, "To get closer to you."

Gal Gadot looked at Murphy through the mirror-like elevator door, but didn't speak. When the elevator stopped on the first floor where she was staying, she turned around and stopped Murphy who wanted to get off the elevator together, "Go back and change your clothes Well, see you in the lobby in an hour."

Hearing what she said, Murphy did not force himself, nodded and watched her leave. He came to the suite on the top floor, rested for half an hour, then changed into his dress, went downstairs to the lobby, and found someone in the rest area who could see The sand at the elevator exit sat on it and waited with peace of mind.

During this period of time, he also dialed the phone and ordered a car. There was also a red carpet ceremony in the charity queue at night, and it was more convenient to have a special car service.

Probably a habit developed since childhood, Gal Gadot was very punctual, and when there were five minutes before an hour, he turned out from the elevator.

She wore light makeup and a black evening dress that fell halfway to her thighs, highlighting her natural advantages of long and straight legs, and she looked extremely charming.

Although a little more youthful than the goddess in memory, the current Gal Gadot is almost perfect in Murphy's eyes.

"Honey," Murphy went up to her and kissed her gently on the side of the cheek, "You are so beautiful."

Gal Gadot pulled her face back and reminded, "Don't mess with my makeup."

Although it looks like a light makeup, Murphy knows that this kind of dinner makeup is very troublesome. Just when the phone rang, he looked down and said, "The car is here, let's go."

Taking Murphy's arm, Gal Gadot followed him out of the hotel, got into the car and rushed to the club where the party was held.

Before arriving at the clubhouse, there were a lot of cars on the road, and some places were even congested. From the windows of some luxury cars, many celebrities could still be seen.

From the perspective of expanding popularity and publicity, the organizer set up a long red carpet in front of the club where the party was held, and many media reporters gathered on both sides of the red carpet.

This is not his own movie screening. Murphy has no interest in cooperating. He quickly entered the club through the red carpet with Gal Gadot on his arm. In front of a large banquet hall, he saw the party reporter convener Donald T Trump. (To be continued.)