Hollywood Director 1992

“I have a tale to tell, sometimes it gets so hard to hide it well. If I run away, I'll never have the power, I'll never have the strength, do I still have a chance?”

Ding ding dang dang!

On the stage, Madonna was straddling her guitar and performing vigorously. Around the stage, many fans and audience members were singing along loudly, making the originally deserted music bar lively and noisy.

“Shit! This woman is acting very strangely today, like a wildcat in heat. Link, could it be that she really has taken a fancy to you?”

Quentin said, stroking his chin.

“That's possible, after all, my charm is not small.”

Link was joking.

“Don't get cocky, Madonna is a very crazy chick. I heard that many men can't subdue her. With your build…”

He originally wanted to complain that Link was a skinny guy, and to be careful of being drained to the dregs, but suddenly he remembered that this guy often works out, and his physique is very strong, with hard muscles, so it doesn't seem so easy to be drained to the dregs.

“Humph, having muscles is nothing great, you are definitely no match for her.”

Quentin said sourly.

Link smiled, not wanting to argue about this kind of thing.

“Link, are you also drinking here?”

Angelina Jolie came over with two non-mainstream little sisters.

“Yes, I came here to talk about some work. Are you also here to have fun?”

“Yes, it's the weekend today, no classes!”

Angelina Jolie happily squeezed in next to Link and sat down.

Quentin saw the young and sexy Jolie, and his mouth turned far away. This guy not only seduces old women, but also doesn't let go of young girls, a beast!

Madonna strums her guitar and sings, her singing and dancing skills are very strong, and her aura is also very powerful when performing on stage.

The fans under the stage shouted along with her, twisting their waists and buttocks.

At the end of the performance, there was a burst of warm applause and cheers.

“Hey, Link, do you like this gift?”

Madonna wiped her sweat and walked over from the crowd.

“Thank you, Madonna, this is the best gift I have ever received.”

Link hugged Madonna to thank her.

In fact, he didn't think that Madonna's singing on stage was because she had a good impression of him, but rather that this woman was more capable.

He is now the biggest director in Hollywood, a movie company boss, worth over a billion, and has a lot of resources in his hands.

Madonna is not satisfied with the status quo, and hopes to make some achievements in her performance career, and he is undoubtedly a good partner.

Singing on stage is a kind of social skill.

If you take it seriously, you may be played by this woman.

“Hey, it seems you guys have become good friends too, that's great.”

Quentin said sourly.

After Madonna stepped down, Tim Roth and Salma Hayek and several other actors also came to the bar.

Tim Roth is a British actor who has starred in "Reservoir Dogs" and "Pulp Fiction". A more famous work in the future is the male lead in "The Legend of 1900".

Salma Hayek is a Mexican actress who plays the female lead in Robert's new film "Desperado".

Quentin gathered a few people to the bar to discuss the new movie "Four Rooms".

Link chatted with them for a few words, then got up to go to the bathroom on the second floor.

Because he is a celebrity, safety is more important. Before he went to the VIP bathroom, the bodyguards had already done a check in advance to ensure that he would not be blocked by crazy fans, or be secretly photographed of private photos by paparazzi.

“Cindy, I'll be right back.”

Nicole Kidman looked at Link's back, put down her glass and walked towards the aisle on the second floor, holding her skirt.

Only when she arrived at the entrance of the bathroom on the second floor, two bodyguards stood there, prohibiting outsiders from entering.

Nicole Kidman said with a smile that she was Link's friend and had something to do with Link.

The two bodyguards were unmoved.

Nicole Kidman gritted her silver teeth secretly and shouted inside, “Link, I'm Nicole, can I borrow your bathroom for a moment?”

“Come in.”

Link stood at the sink and rinsed his hands with cold water, then he saw Nicole Kidman walking in from the outside, wearing a white shirt, with two buttons unbuttoned at the chest, revealing a crescent-shaped cleavage, and a blue-purple knee-length skirt on her lower body, with a slender waist and long, round calves exposed at the hem, wearing black stockings.

I don't know how much wine she drank, but a little blush appeared on her fair and delicate cheeks, and her blue eyes revealed a bit of confusion when she looked over. Although she was a little shaky when she walked, her high heels were still firmly on the floor, not like she was going to fall.

“Hi, Link, have you ever thought about seeing me here?”

“No, it's really unexpected.”

“Humph! Cowardly man.”

Nicole Kidman rolled her eyes at him and walked into the cubicle.

“Nicole, goodbye.”

Link waved his hand and prepared to leave, suddenly there was a thud in the cubicle, followed by Nicole Kidman's 'ouch' exclamation, as if she had accidentally fallen, but the exclamation was a second slower than the 'thud' sound, which sounded unreal.

Link stopped, shook his head, and turned back to the cubicle door, and saw Nicole Kidman sitting on the toilet lid, rubbing her fair ankle, looking very painful.

“Need any help?”

Link asked.

Nicole Kidman reached out for him to help her, but as soon as he walked into the cubicle, Nicole Kidman immediately stood up, pressed him against the wall, closed the door with her backhand, her chest pressed tightly against him, and her arms climbed onto his shoulders.

Link could see the expression in her blue eyes gradually turning from triumphant to mournful, and the fragrance on her body gradually became stronger.

“Link, am I ugly? Do you hate me that much?”

Nicole Kidman's face was full of resentment.

“No, you are beautiful.”

One mistake, one first, one inside, one appearance, one in, one look!

“Then why don't you come out when I ask you out?”

“Nicole, you are married, it's not appropriate to do this.”

“But I love you, I love you so much, I read your reports every day, your novels, your movies, even the male lead in my dreams is you, I swear it's true, do you believe me?”

A layer of mist covered Nicole Kidman's blue eyes, making her expression even more mournful and sad, like the heroine in a romance drama.

“I'm willing to believe you, but you are Tom Cruise's wife.”

“I don't want to be his wife, if I divorce him, will you accept me?”

“Of course, no playboy would refuse a beauty like you.”

“Really? Then will you kiss me?”

Nicole Kidman closed her eyes, her red lips facing him, as long as he lowered his head gently, he could pluck this fragrant strawberry.

Link was unmoved and took off his arm draped over his shoulder.

“Nicole, let's talk about it after you get divorced.”

“Wait!”

When Link was about to push the door open, Nicole Kidman blocked his way and smiled coldly, “Link, this is the second time you have insulted me. Last time I asked you out regardless of my face, and you cruelly refused. This time I want you to kiss me, and you still refuse. You don't love me at all. Since you are so cruel, I don't need to be too polite to you.

To tell you the truth, I'm not the only one who came today, there is also Cindy Crawford and dozens of paparazzi. Cindy, do you know, because of you, her husband has become a useless person. You should know how much she hates you.

I have an appointment with her. As long as I scream in the bathroom, she will let the paparazzi rush in and take pictures here. Dozens of paparazzi will rush in together, can your two bodyguards stop them?”

Nicole Kidman asked with a smile.

Ah~~

Just as Link was about to push the door, Nicole Kidman let out a scream.

“What do you want to do?”

Link frowned and asked.

Nicole Kidman smiled triumphantly, lifted her skirt, and slowly sat on the toilet lid.

“I am a person with a very strong sense of self-esteem. I will not let go of anyone who insults me.”

“Dear Mr. Link, please kneel down and serve me. As long as I am satisfied, I will consider letting you go once.”

Nicole Kidman leaned back lazily, smilingly opened her knees.

Link looked at her unrestrained posture and couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips.

In the bar, Cindy Crawford looked at her watch and saw that Nicole Kidman hadn't come down after more than ten minutes. She looked up in the direction of the second floor, hesitated for a moment, and came to the second floor with her bag.

At the entrance of the VIP bathroom, she saw two burly bodyguards, who were Link's people.

She smoothed the long hair beside her ear, walked over and said she was in a hurry and wanted to use the bathroom.

The bodyguard Wallace politely refused her, telling her that the bathroom was broken and to go somewhere else.

“It's really too late, I only need a minute.”

Cindy Crawford touched her lower abdomen, posing as if she was in urgent need.

“Sorry ma'am, the bathroom is broken.”

The bodyguard Wallace said indifferently, not paying any attention to Cindy Crawford, this supermodel beauty.

Cindy Crawford glared at him, stomped her feet and came to the stairwell, lighting a lady's cigarette.