Rebirth In Hollywood

Dear Miss Drew Barrymore? script? owe me?

Drew has always been carefree, and his voice naturally fell in the ears of reporters. These guys with a keen sense of smell immediately started to associate.

Could it be that Ryan Jenkins had an elusive relationship with Drew Barrymore? Or the two of them...

"By the way, I heard someone from Universal Studios say that the two of them seem to have had an entanglement in Universal Studios, but I don't know what it is." A well-informed reporter whispered.

entanglement? Will there be any entanglement, is it a love between sisters and brothers...

Although Drew Barrymore and Gwyneth Paltrow had a surprise attack, no matter what, they all came to cheer for them, and Ryan didn't say anything, and hugged politely, Thank you.

"You're welcome, Ryan, I'm going to find Nicole in the back." The little pepper in the previous life smiled slightly.

"Okay, Ryan, I wish you a big hit with your first album, and it will sell ten platinum as soon as possible!"

Drew leaned into his ear and muttered, although neither of them meant anything else, but in the eyes of the reporter it was completely different.

These guys are professionals, and they quickly chose the angle, but the camera shutter didn't stop for a moment, taking pictures of the scene before and after.

Now, they are at ease, and there is no need to worry about tomorrow's entertainment headlines.

You know, Ryan Jenkins has stabilized a lot recently, and hasn't made big news for a long time, what? Isn't it normal that records are selling well. For super geniuses, it's good news that sales of records are falling.

Well now, the super genius and the fallen girl have an ambiguous relationship, how should I write it? The reporter's brain quickly turned. As for whether the relationship between the two is what they thought, that is not a problem at all. In their writing, even if the two are just ordinary acquaintances, they can be forced to become lovers in the report.

What's more, the two are still hugging in full view of the public... Well, even though the fools understand that it is just normal etiquette, but well, it was shot in a dislocated way...

And the script? Sounds like Ryan Jenkins wrote a script for Drew Barrymore, big news, gotta find a way to dig it out!

If the two are not related, why would he write a script for her? There must be an inside story, the public has a right to know, our responsibility is great and sacred, and we want to dig out all their privacy.

What if not? That's too easy. Reading pictures, talking and making things up are our basic skills. If we don't even know this, then we can just change our profession.

Gossip represents news, news represents sales, and sales represent green banknotes, so the title should be eye-catching, the content should be scary, and we can make fakes into real!

A lot of journalists have already fantasized in their minds how to make it up... ah, no, it's writing.

Ryan didn't think much about it. All the guests who came to cheer him on today expressed thanks with hugs. This is one of the most basic etiquettes. It is more solemn than shaking hands. No matter what these people are here for, this is all It's a favor.

Back in the lounge, except for Nicole, Drew, and Gwyneth, the others who came to cheer have all left. After all, they are all busy people, and it would be a good thing to make a special trip.

"Let's go" Ryan helped Nicole pack up and greeted everyone.

"Wow, it's over?" Drew took off his earplugs,

Looking at John Burns, "Mr. Burns, can we go to a celebration party?"

After getting a positive answer from the other party, the guy screamed with excitement. She was a veritable party animal just like the rumors.

The party was set at the Four Seasons Hotel in Beverly Hills, and the Hollywood Records contracted a grand banquet hall. Except for Ryan's side and the band, most of the participants were Disney staff. Of course, some big party members were invited. newspaper reporter.

"Bang~"

In the loud cheers of the crowd, a large bottle of champagne was opened, and Reed, the CEO of Hollywood Records, filled one glass after another with his own hands.

Because of the presence of the media, everyone was still restrained and did not hold up the champagne and spray it. Moreover, Ryan's allergy to alcohol was not a secret for a long time, and the record company also warned everyone in advance.

"cheers!"

Ryan held up the juice, touched Nicole's wine glass heavily, and drank it after the crisp sound.

"Honey, drink less." Nicole asked with concern.

"Hey Ryan, look this way and smile."

His name was called by an acquaintance, Mick Taylor of the Los Angeles Times.

Ryan pulled Nicole, turned his head, held her slender arm, put his head on her shoulder, and showed a bright smile.

"Wait, there's me too!"

Drew Barrymore threw away the wine glass and rushed up from behind, but her smile couldn't be described as bright, and the corners of her mouth almost reached her ears.

After several people posed and met the reporter's photo request, the media practitioners were invited out by the record company, and the rest would be carnival time.

A huge cake was pushed in at this time, and the jam on the cream constituted the bright double platinum words. This is naturally a celebration of the album's sales exceeding 2 million copies, and the Recording Association officially designated "Ryan Jenkins" as a record. Platinum record.

"Ryan, come on!" Burns greeted.

Looking at the huge cream cake, Ryan laughed wickedly. He took the plastic knife and cut the first knife hard.

The cake was too big, and it was very troublesome to cut. Ryan only cut the first symbolic cut, and left the rest to the waiter. He deliberately chose the two pieces with the most cream and held them in his hand.

"Nicole, look! I chose the most delicious piece for you." Of course, Nicole Kidman was the first to give.

"Thank you dear."

Although this kind of food is the enemy of women, the meaning of Ryan's personal delivery is naturally different. After Nicole took it, she tasted it without any hesitation.

Just as she was about to take a second bite, her eyes suddenly darkened.

Just as Nicole lowered her head, Ryan waved his right arm and covered Nicole Kidman's face with the cake in his hand. Yes, red, green, all glued to it.

"Ryan Jenkins!"

Nicole let out a strange cry, and before she could react, Ryan grabbed the cake in her hand with lightning speed, and suddenly patted it again.

The shot was a bit low this time, and it happened to hit Nicole's raised chest. The purple sweater supported by the two peaks immediately turned white.

Nicole immediately understood that this nasty little guy had launched a cake fight with her, and he was no longer polite at the moment, but he had no ammunition in his hand, and simply slammed into Ryan's face with that face covered with cream jam.

Ryan was already prepared, and jumped into the distance in three or two times, just to the side of Drew Barrymore, who was watching the fun. Without thinking about it, he grabbed the cream cake in her hand like lightning, and stared at Drew. In her eyes, she patted her baby face.

"Ryan!" Drew screamed.

But the boy who was having fun made full use of guerrilla warfare tactics, shuttled around in the crowd, grabbed cakes from time to time, and threw them towards the rear.

Unwilling, Drew chased after him, holding the cake he grabbed from somewhere in his hand, and threw it at Ryan's head, but her head was really bad, and she hit the female violinist of the band. .

When Ryan shot Drew, the older people knew what was going to happen next, and they exited very simply, leaving the banquet hall to these young people.

Ryan was the fuse of the third world war. He kept shooting at people, regardless of who the target was. Jinsley and Burns, who had just walked to the door, all fell victim to the cake bomb.

Of course the others don't just get beat up and don't fight back, get the ammo and start throwing it around, unfortunately, a few pretty ladies are the main targets of the attack, Gwyneth is the worst offender, she's quieter and not good at it Such nonsense, but within a few minutes, the whole body is covered with cream and jam.

Of course, the most unlucky one was Drew Barrymore, Ryan colluded with everyone in the band and launched a full-scale bombing on her, and pieces of flying cake fell around her.

"Whoa~"

Drew rushed to the big cake under the intensive artillery fire, and he didn't distinguish the target at all. When he caught one person, he threw it around, and several people were poisoned by her in an instant.

"Aiya~ Ryan, you bastard, I won't let you go!"

While Drew was fighting against others, Ryan rushed over very quickly, picked up the remaining half of the cake, and buckled it on the girl's head. The beautiful blonde hair turned white for a while. The angry Drew simply gave up on others and went after him directly.

"Haha~"

Ryan's smile was very refreshing, but he didn't notice Nicole coming behind him. He suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, and a large lump of sticky stuff had fallen into the back collar.

Grabbing it backwards, Ryan touched all the cream. He didn't think about it, he caught up with Nicole, shoved a lot of cream into her neck, turned around and ran away. .

"Ryan Jenkins, I remember you, see how I'll take care of you when I get home!"

How could Nicole Kidman catch up to Ryan, and in the end, he could only stand there and shout loudly.

With the exhaustion of ammunition, the World War of Cakes finally came to an end. All the people in the banquet hall, including the staff of the Hollywood record company, turned into big faces, and their clothes could be scrapped directly.

"Ryan!"

On the car going home, Nicole pinched his ear, looking fierce, but in fact, she was reluctant to use any strength, "You little brat, I'll just pay for the new suit I bought!"

Nicole Kidman and Pai Kingsley clearly changed their clothes, and their eyes gleamed fiercely when they looked at Ryan.

But who is Ryan, a person with a face as thick as a city wall, said carelessly, "Okay, dear Nicole and Pat, I will place an order with Versace and let them send you ten sets of the latest season of fashion. come over."

...The tidying up of web articles has begun, and it is said that there will be a new question Lianbo at the meeting... In other words, this subject matter will not be killed...