King of Hollywood

Taking a deep hissing breath, Adrian, who was naked and sitting on the toilet seat, raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror. He was still in good spirits, but his eyes were not as bright as before, and fatigue rarely climbed onto his face.

"Hey, Ed, how long do you plan to stay in there?" Nicole's proud voice came from outside the door, accompanied by bursts of laughter from the women.

Damn it, you women who are gloating at others' misfortune... Adrian rolled his eyes but didn't make a sound. He just took another breath and straightened his slightly bent body a little, trying to make himself look more energetic.

Immediately there was another laughing voice outside, this time it was Alexander's voice: "Come out, Ed, the first competition this morning is to see who can revive you in a short time, you can't be absent. "

Adrian inside immediately bent down again, and when he thought of the scene in Alexander's mouth, he couldn't help but react, and then the swelling pain caused by using too much came up from below.

He has always been proud and proud of his own capital. You know, if a man’s thing is hard enough, it will not be long enough. If it is long enough, it will not be very hard. Rarely - thickness can be an issue again. But Adrian is considered a leader in terms of length, hardness, and thickness. In addition, his durability and explosive power are equally excellent. He has never lost a battle on the bed.

In addition, he pays great attention to conditioning, and there are a lot of nutritionists behind him, reasonable diet, reasonable exercise, reasonable work and rest. I was also introduced by someone to visit some famous old Chinese doctors in Chinatowns of Los Angeles and San Francisco—they are indeed well-known in the Chinese circle, old Chinese doctors in their seventies and eighties, and there is no doubt that they are very experienced.

I have seen some related things in my previous life. Some people have used scientific definitions to explain the concept of Chinese medicine. Thinking about it, it makes sense. Chinese medicine also has a scientific side. Is it empirical science or theoretical science?

Who cares, in short, he won the favor of many old guys with these words, and some Chinese medicine terms pop up from time to time. It even made a few old guys discuss with him enthusiastically. Then, Adrian was stunned. After all, he didn't even have half a bucket of water in this regard. Knowing some terms is already very good.

But in this way, I got a lot of good dietary recipes and suggestions from these old men, and then organized people to extract the essence, so that the combination of Chinese and Western, so I was still alive and well until I was 30 years old. From one-on-one to one-on-two to one-on-three, one-on-four. There are basically no difficulties. This is the power of science. In modern society, praying to gods and Buddhas and practicing exercises are all weak—well, that’s the right word.

However, manpower is always limited. When he jumped directly to 1v8, tragedy was already doomed. One woman has three holes, eight women have twenty-four holes, but there is only one thing, if all of them are used...well. This is just an ideal state, but it is enough for him to suffer.

What's more, once the herd effect is fully fermented and women let go of their shame, they will be able to take turns to play, let alone plan many games. For example, imitating talent shows in talent shows—all kinds of sex dances, pole dancing, and then someone below will score, and the loser will be punished—or the double-headed dragon tug-of-war competition, etc., and everyone played together just the day before human connection.

In addition, the women basically had the idea in their hearts to teach Adrian a lesson, so they automatically united to impress him with wave after wave of attacks. They might be able to bear it on the first day, but on the second day The day was basically manageable, but after getting up in the morning of the third day. Adrian had to hide in the bathroom due to physical reasons.

This is so unfair. Grief and anger, an emotion that was almost insulated from him, came to my heart rarely. The physical problem is basically not big, I don't have it for a while, and I can still let women be on it, but that thing...

In order to alleviate this feeling, Adrian had to recall some comfortable episodes, such as how dissolute they were in the past two days, and how many people in the past and present could bring them together for him to play with, whether they were panting One by one or one by one, or crawling on the ground with his buttocks up and waiting for his luck, it is enough to make him proud.

Of course, the final point is that fortunately only eight people were selected in the end. You must know that the original plan was a group of ten people. The only disadvantage is that he can't recall those too sweet and exciting scenes, otherwise he will only make him more uncomfortable if he reacts, and he will recover more slowly.

Take it easy, babies, it's not over yet. Pretending not to hear their run on outside with a cheeky face, after sending them away, Adrian, who finally adjusted, said harshly in his heart, then rubbed his fingers with a sneer.

Although he already has a plan, the women are not easy to save fuel. Anyway, they have completely let go and don't mind getting more messy. The short walk from him to the beach outside, such as the disheveled Miranda and Britney kissing in the stairwell, and Alexander and Zeta Jones lying in a 69 on the living room floor Didn't bother to get dressed at all. Wearing things and not wearing underwear to make it obvious, and then dance machine Kirsten and Christina, and Nicole and Gwyneth at the dining table with four legs crossed together grinding the mirror, just Not to mention.

In short, every woman is teasing him in different ways, and the relationship is all messed up. Basically, whoever is free will have sex with whoever, not to mention Britney who has become close in the competition With Christina, even Nicole and Gwyneth, who have always looked at each other disliked, have kissed and mixed together regardless of their care in the past two days.

This chaotic atmosphere is one reason, and the women have a common goal. It is conceivable how much pressure Adrian is under. But it's not that he doesn't have back hands, the ones below are too busy and can't be used too frequently, but don't forget, fingers are also a big weapon for him, and it's not that no women have orgasmed under his fingers. What's more, he still exercises on Keira from time to time, plus he has an internal response...

Yes, the little pet is his internal support. After being cultivated and brainwashed since childhood, coupled with the continuous success in the past few years, the already obedient Britney is even more obedient. To be exaggerated, she is basically only for him. alive. With her help in secret, Adrian can use various strategies to deal with the women one by one. Although the EQ of the little pet is negative, its IQ is still very good.

So the licentious party started to escalate. Adrian and his women fought further, and over the next two days slew them to pieces. However, after the women who reacted found out the inner ghost—it was exposed by Christina, who was most familiar with Britney—then they cleaned up Britney together, and swarmed up to teach Adrian again.

By this time, after a few days of messing around and being unable to fight anymore, the party was over, and they were gradually waking up from the madness. I believe that both them and Adrian will be deeply impressed. As for whether there will be a next time. It depends on the outcome of another matter. Some old sayings are still very correct. When you are extremely happy, you may feel sad.

"Listen, guys, I'll be serious again. I'm not happy with the news lately, very badly. So, if you don't find some more worthwhile news, I'm going to whip you Hurry up to the street, let you find it yourself!" At the door of the office with the editor-in-chief sign. A middle-aged man clapped his hands and said loudly to his editors.

"Understood, Mr. Ruffalo." The editors were not nervous at all, they all said with smiles on their faces, and one of them said loudly: "If you are willing to take us to the streets in person, we will be very happy .”

"You guys..." Ruffalo, who looked a little rich, laughed and cursed, shaking his head. Back to his office.

As soon as the buttocks sat down, a man broke in: "Hey, Mark, I know you are anxious about the latest news, but there is no need to... threaten them? Even though it is just a joke."

"I've said it several times, Allen, you have to knock on the door when you come in. I'm the editor-in-chief of the entertainment section of the Los Angeles Times." Ruffalo complained.

Just one look at his signature mustache. In came Mark Ruffalo's friend Alan Luther. When Ruffalo took the photo of Adrian kissing Julia, he was his partner. When Ruffalo took the photo of Adrian entering Julia's boudoir, he was still his partner. Ruffalo Relying on the fame gained in exchange, relying on luck and the help of noble people, when he worked hard for several years and finally climbed to the position of editor-in-chief of the entertainment section of the "Los Angeles Times", he was still his partner.

"Okay, Mr. Editor," Luther knocked on the door with a smile, "Can I come in?"

"Come on, you're all in." Ruffalo immediately gave him a supercilious look.

They are not what they were a few years ago. Ruffalo has long said goodbye to the rock style of wearing a reverse baseball cap and a thick gold chain around his neck. He has replaced it with a suit and leather shoes, a pair of successful people. The same is true for Luther, except for his iconic mustache, but their relationship is still very good. Things like this going straight to the office are basically the norm. If Ruflo is not married, Luther also has a girlfriend. , maybe someone secretly thinks they are a couple.

"I just want them to work harder. You know, there hasn't been much news lately." Ruffalo sighed.

"Don't worry, the news will come to you soon." Luther comforted with a smile. As soon as he finished speaking, the phone on the desk rang.

"Look, isn't this here?" Luther said immediately, Ruffalo shook his head, pressed the speakerphone, and then Amy's voice at the front desk sounded: "Mr. Ruffalo, there is a Thomas here? Mr. Te wants to see you."

"Thomas Hart?" Ruffalo went over in his head. "Does he have an appointment?"

"No, sir, but...he said he had something very important to see you, he said... this is absolutely explosive entertainment news, you won't regret it." The tone of the reception lady at the front desk was helpless, obviously already Been pestered for a while.

Ruffalo was about to refuse, and he had seen a lot of people who came to recommend themselves, most of them were self-righteous guys who liked to make a fuss, but when he looked up at Luther who was sitting in front of him, his words changed again. He said, "Okay. Then let him come up."

Soon, the man who had been hanging around the front desk for a long time came to Ruffalo's office. He looked about twenty-six or seven years old, with brown hair and a clean shaven beard. A backpack, slightly nervous and cramped, his eyes lit up when he saw Ruffalo.

"Hi, Mr. Ruffalo. I'm Thomas Hart, you can call me Thomas." He held out his hand warmly and eagerly.

"Hello, Mr. Hart, I hope you can really bring me good news." Ruffalo shook hands with him, and then made a gesture of please sit down.

"Hmm..." The other party looked hesitantly at Luther who hadn't left.

"This is Alan, Alan Luther, my best friend and assistant, there is nothing you can't say in front of him." Ruffalo immediately introduced.

"Oh. Yes, Mr. Alan Luther, Mr. Ruffalo's best partner, I know." Hart immediately extended his hand to Luther a little excitedly.

"It seems that you are very familiar with us." Luther asked calmly while shaking hands with him.

"Of course, who doesn't know that you took consecutive photos of the miracle director Adrian Cowell and Julia Roberts dating. It completely confirmed the scandal." Hart said in an excited tone.

"So, the news you brought has something to do with Director Miracle?" Ruffalo immediately grasped the point of the question.

But Hart didn't answer directly, just smiled mysteriously, and then took out a bulging document bag from his backpack and handed it to Ruffalo: "I said, this will be super explosive news."

Ruffalo took it dubiously. After opening it and looking at it, it seemed that it was a stack of photos, and he took out one, he took a breath, raised his head and looked at Hart with a surprised look, the latter couldn't stop proud. He coughed dryly. Ruffalo continued to look through, and the more he looked, the more shocked his face became. Luther, who was curious beside him, showed the same expression immediately after taking the photo he handed over.

"Two Oscar queens, two Oscar winners for Best Supporting Actress, two most popular idol singers, and two of Victoria's Secret's most popular models, plus a well-known international director." Thomas? Hart licked his lips with bright eyes, and his body trembled slightly with excitement. "God, it's enough to cause a storm for them to come together and have a party like this."

However, Ruffalo didn't respond. After carefully looking at all the photos, he frowned and thought for a while before suddenly asking, "Does anyone else know?"

"Others? No, no, I know I have to..."

"Shot it yourself, developed it yourself?"

"Yes, I set up a darkroom in the rented house..."

"Is there a backup?"

"Of course there is..."

"It's not like in the movie, it's silly to upload it to the Internet, and it's set how long it will be sent if there is no access?"

"No, sir, I've done this before..."

Questions were asked one after another, so that Hart didn't even have a chance to think, and he answered them all honestly.

"Very good," Ruffalo breathed a sigh of relief, "This is not an ordinary big news. We must first isolate all possible leaking factors. The network is very insecure, so it's better to put it in a bank safe——Okay, Now there is one last question, and the most crucial one.”

He stared at Hart closely: "Is there a clearer picture?"

"Clearer?" Hart was at a loss at first, but then showed a look of disbelief, "Isn't that enough?"

"Of course not enough," Ruffalo raised his voice. "I know better than you who we're dealing with, boy. You have no idea how much trouble you've gotten into, let alone the energy of the people involved." How big. I know what you are most concerned about, and I can give you the answer right now, yes, these photos are very valuable, as long as they are true, they are worth at least several million or even tens of millions!"

"As long as it's true?" Hart frowned as if he had heard something.

"That's right, as long as it's true," Ruffalo stood up and leaned in front of him, "I said, you don't even know about them or him, that media tycoon, how powerful he is! You should be lucky, until now The most correct thing to do so far is to come to me, not contact the tabloids, they can't afford the price, and they will only make things worse and even let it go!"

Speaking in one breath, Hart's face turned pale a lot, and he no longer had the proud look before, and Ruffalo sat back again: "That's why I asked you, do you have any clearer photos? Having dealt with him for a long time, I know how powerful he is, if there is no irrefutable evidence for him, it will be difficult for him to admit defeat."

As he spoke, he picked up the photos and shook them: "These look fairly clear, but even I can think of a hundred reasons why they are fakes, let alone Adrian Kewell!"

"But..." Hart was a little frustrated, "I broke into that beach by accident, it's a private beach, and the camera I brought with me isn't the best...Damn it, I knew I would see that kind of situation, I will definitely bring the best tools instead... so many photos, even if you want to deny it, you can’t deny it all?"

"You also said just now that you trespassed on private land, so even if you get paid, you probably have no place to spend it." Ruffalo knocked his thoughts back with one sentence.

"Then... what should I do?" Hart breathed heavily, obviously, he didn't intend to give up.

"Go home first, think about it, see if you can develop some higher quality photos, even if only a few. Then find a safe place for your backup as a backup, whether it is a bank safe or somewhere to hide Get up and don't tell anyone, including me. Next I'll talk to the editors of several other newspapers. If there is no other hard evidence, based on these, the Los Angeles Times alone is not enough to talk to Adrian I need their help." Ruffalo paused, then handed Hart several different business cards.

"Here are the business cards of the editor-in-chiefs of the New York Times and the Washington Post. You can also go and talk to them in person if you feel the need, but remember to keep it confidential. One of the keys to this is confidentiality. Understand. Is it?" Ruffalo asked solemnly, "In addition, there is another one for me, remember to keep in touch with me at any time."

"Thank you, Mr. Ruffalo." Hart stood up gratefully, "I will try my best to find a way."

"I'm looking forward to your good news." Ruffalo also stood up calmly. After watching him go out, after Luther closed the door and opened the venetian blind with his fingers, he looked at it for a long time, then turned around and nodded. , he quickly came to open the bottom drawer of the desk, took out a very old but still new mobile phone and dialed it.

"Hi, Miss Trump, I'm Mark Ruffalo," even though he knew he couldn't see it, he subconsciously showed a flattering smile, "I have an A++ case to ask Mr. Cowell Notification.” (To be continued..)