Rebirth In Hollywood

Ryan knew that he couldn't look at American girls from the perspective of his previous life. Besides, it's just a dinner, not a knife or a fire or a videotape. It's no big deal.

It's just that he didn't expect that the place to eat is not in the restaurant of the hotel, but the presidential suite on the top floor of Paris.

"Ryan, you are welcome to visit my room." The little girl held her head high and led the way.

The veins on Ryan's forehead jumped. As for the reason? It's very simple, just look at the decoration of the room.

Not to say how luxurious it is. Compared with the nouveau riche in the Arab world in the previous life, the Waldorf Astoria Hotel has a profound heritage, luxurious and restrained style, just like a Western aristocrat with hundreds of years of tradition.

Well, pink has nothing to do with these!

Ryan is walking on a pink carpet, above his head is a pink crystal chandelier and ceiling, there are pink tapestries hanging on the walls around, even all the cabinets are pink, here is pink Fairy tale world.

Then, what made Ryan even more collapsed happened. Paris took him into her bedroom, which was still a watery pink. She took three books from the bedside table. The first three Harry Potter books published.

It's just... it's just that these three books, whether on the cover or the pages, are all pink. He doesn't remember that the publishing house has published a pink Harry Potter. Could it be a pirated copy?

The heir of the dignified Hilton Group actually watched pirated copies. Uncle can bear it, but Ryan can't bear it!

"Pari, is this pirated?" he asked tentatively.

"Piracy?" The little girl blinked and continued, "I asked my father to order it from the publishing house, and they made it pink."

What the hell, this little girl is so obsessed with pink? Ryan quietly wiped the cold sweat from his head.

"Is my room beautiful? Does it look like a fantasy world written by you?" the girl asked proudly.

"It's beautiful, but don't you think the color is a bit monotonous?" Ryan rolled his eyes,

"How cute is pink!" Paris pouted, probably aware of Ryan's white eyes, "If one day I am elected president of the United States, the first decree will be to paint the White House pink!"

What a great ideal! President Zipper and President Cowboy are weaker than you! Ryan secretly gave a thumbs up, if she can be elected president of the United States, it will definitely be a good news for people all over the world.

Afterwards, Ryan followed her to visit the cloakroom, library, entertainment room, etc. Without exception, the main color was all pink, especially the pink clothes in the cloakroom, which made his eyes almost turn into little white rabbits.

"Look, Ryan, I've read all your works." In the library, Paris pointed to a few books on the desk.

After getting along for half an afternoon, Ryan gradually understood her temperament and knew that she was just a squeamish and playful girl. At the moment, she was not polite, she sat directly on the chair in front of the desk and opened the books. Turned it over, indeed, the pages of the book had obvious traces of flipping, and in the blanks there were also pictures related to the text, but the quality of the paintings was terrible, it should be from the hand of this girl.

"Apart from Harry Potter, which one is your favorite?" he asked.

"Well... Toy Story is good, but many of the toys you wrote can't be bought, and Jumanji's games are also good, and sometimes I want to enter such a fantasy world.

"Looks like she's very familiar with Ryan Tales.

After chatting a few more times, the housekeeper of the suite informed them that they could go to the restaurant.

Sitting in front of the pink dining table, holding a pink plastic knife and fork, Ryan felt a lot of emotion. The past and present life have been combined for decades. This is the most special dinner he has ever eaten, and the food that should not be served. Is it pink too?

Fortunately, it was a French dinner. It seemed that Paris was treating guests seriously. Even though a lot of drinks and food that were not suitable for minors were removed, the meal was still very formal.

Fortunately, when he was in London, Ryan had learned the dining etiquette of the most important dishes in the West from a family etiquette teacher, and he was a bit gentleman-like in his gestures. However, the little girl still maintained a serious dining attitude at the beginning. After only a few minutes, solid-state germination.

"Come on, Ryan, don't you think it's uncomfortable? We should be unrestrained!" Seeing Ryan's wrinkled appearance, the little girl was dissatisfied.

"Okay." Ryan shrugged and relaxed a lot.

"Can you tell me a story?" the little girl asked with big innocent eyes, "I don't want the one I've seen, and I don't want the "Lion King" in the afternoon. I want to listen to the brand new one."

Taking other people's short hands and eating others' short mouths, Ryan could only helplessly smiled and said, "Okay, I'll tell you a story about a panda who knows kung fu."

"Kung Fu?" The little girl thought about it and asked, "Like Bruce Lee?"

"Well~ it's almost."

After drinking the juice, Ryan spoke briefly. The little girl listened very carefully, often forgetting to eat, and seemed to be completely immersed in it.

"After a fierce battle, Panda Po finally realized the true meaning of Kung Fu, defeated the demon Snow Leopard Dalong, brought peace to Peace Valley, and became a real Dragon Warrior!" In an hour, a simplified version of "Kung Fu Panda" appeared in this world, but unfortunately there was only one audience.

"Wow, Bao is great, I love pandas." As the two got acquainted with each other, Paris' lively temperament became more and more obvious, and she cheered at this time, "Ryan, tomorrow we will go to the zoo to see Is the panda okay?"

"No." Ryan refused directly, "Tomorrow I will follow the crew to participate in the promotion."

At the same time, he murmured in his heart, forget the panda, if you look at the goldfish...

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The propaganda continued, and the crew accepted an interview with The New York Times, but the report of the interview the next day left Ryan dumbfounded.

The column written by the interviewer revolved around the entire crew at the beginning, but half of the report was written, the ghost knew what he was thinking, and he came to a crooked building and pointed most of the pen and ink at himself.

"This is how James Cameron described Ryan Jenkins as the best actor on the set and the one I got yelled at the least."

"Ryan's acting skills on the set completely overwhelmed Arnold and I. We had to use 200% of the state to play! This is the emotion of Linda Hamilton."

"Unlike what we know, Ryan has been very silent in the interview. When I asked why, he pointed to his throat and said with a smothered voice, for fear that the current drake's voice would damage his image. He is in the process of changing his voice. Expect!"

"Although Ryan rarely speaks, I can add to his past experience. The Sixth Sense, Home Alone, Sleepless in Seattle, Terminator 2: Judgment Day, what do these four films have in common? The point? That's all about Ryan, and it's all been a big sell. Well, maybe some people say Terminator 2 just came out, but I think you've seen the box office numbers close to $60 million in the first week, and the Do you doubt the film's performance at the box office?"

"Whether a movie will sell well, no one can guarantee it before it is released, but the movies related to Ryan have been successful one after another, and this boy has become a box office guarantee. If I were the owner of the film company, even if It costs a thousand dollars and a movie contract with him!"

The news about Ryan is indeed eye-catching, especially after more than half a year of turbulence, the sales of this issue of The New York Times have risen by a full five percent, no wonder the reporter deliberately covered it up building.

Since he can make a profit, of course other newspapers will not let him go, especially some unscrupulous tabloids, which simply put Ryan on the front page.

This is the home of the New York Post, and they naturally bear the brunt.

"No one can deny the achievements of Ryan Jenkins in the past, but don't forget, he is three inches taller than when he starred in "Terminator 2", and he is evolving towards maturity in all aspects. The curse of Hollywood child stars is very It's coming to him soon, and maybe the next film, he's going to be a box-office poison."

"Some people may say that even if Ryan doesn't act in movies, he can write novels or create screenplays, but have you ever thought about it, is it really normal for an eleven-year-old boy to have so many ideas? Of course, we are not suspicious The authenticity of his work, after all, Mr. Tom Cruise has proven for us. What we're saying is that Ryan Jenkins' ability to imagine is a little too peculiar, and it's not necessarily good for his upbringing, Miss Nicole Kidman should probably take Ryan to a psychiatrist, maybe Ryan is paranoid..."

After reading this kind of article, it is a lie to say that he is not angry. If possible, Ryan really wants to set fire to the editorial office of the New York Post.

He sat on the sofa in the living room of the suite, thought for a while, and called Wilson's lawyer. The request was not complicated, just a lawyer's letter to the New York Post.

After being baptized by the Internet in his previous life, he has seen reports without a lower limit. As early as the day he entered Hollywood, he knew that he would also be attacked.

"Ryan!" Paris sat on the other side and read the newspaper again. Although she didn't quite understand some things, she knew that this was attacking her new friend, "We should bring someone to take this newspaper. smashed!"

"Broken?"

Ryan imagined a scene in his mind, Paris wearing a pink trench coat, with a team of pink female bodyguards, rushed into the editorial office of the New York Post, threw off the trench coat, and took out a The pink-painted Chicago typewriters opened fire on the bastards, and after a puff of pink gunpowder, the editorial office was turned to pink rubble.

...there are only two updates today, send the pink tickets and collections~~~