Hollywood Lover

  Looking blankly at Zhang Dongcheng's poster, Tang Yan hugged her legs and began to cry. This multiple-choice question seemed so difficult that the seventeen-year-old girl couldn't face it. She really couldn't face it.

However, when the first rays of sunlight shone on her red eyes from crying, Tang Yan was still sure that the perfect man in her heart would always be Zhang Dongcheng. Although Zhang Xiaobao jumped out on the way to pursue, but that was just a passerby, just a passerby in a hurry .

  My kiss will only be for you. I gently kissed Zhang Dongcheng's mouth on the poster, and Tang Yan felt relieved, as if his messy knots were untied.

   But, is it really untied?

   On the other side of the magic city, a room filled with smoke.

  Royal Entertainment City, in the VIP box on the top floor, two masseuses in white tights and blue skirts were pinching a man's shoulders.

The two masseuses are both of first-class figure, with sweet looks. The **** clothes outline the curves of the chest, and the waves are choppy. The blue short skirt can hardly cover the thighs. A pair of The round, snow-white, very pink **** paired with the pair of extremely high heels made these two girls look like overripe peaches, making people salivate.

The man with his head buried on the massage table was restless with his hands. From time to time, he kept walking around the round and upright bodies of the two girls, causing the two girls' eyes to be so tender that they seemed to drip water, and their mouths began to Slowly he became out of breath.

  The round buttocks were pinched by the man, and the girl trembled as if her body had been electrified, so she could only say flatteringly, "Brother Jie, you're dead."

  The man named Jie Ge, about thirty or so, with a shaved head, is about 1.9 meters tall, and his whole body is like a cheetah that wants to choose someone to eat, with solid muscles and clear lines, full of explosive power.

  Different from the obese bull's eye, this brother Jie has all the muscles, and he can go to a bodybuilding competition.

   But on closer inspection, Brother Jie's palm is obviously bigger and thicker than the average person's. A thick layer of calluses covers the knuckles, which is obviously a practicer!

Brother Jie, a well-known gangster on the streets of Shanghai, dozens of his brothers followed him to beg for food, and he was invincible in hitting half of the city with a pair of iron sand palms. Gangyan can break!

   There was a knock on the door, and someone whispered by the door: "Brother Jie, Bulleye and the others are back, but they missed."

The man called Brother Jie suddenly turned his head, but his hands kept shaking, and finally withdrew his watery fingers amid the girl's screams, and then let go, allowing the girl who had no strength to fall on the ground. On the ground, came out.

   "Damn, you can't handle a little thing? Call them to see me!" Brother Jie roared, full of momentum.

   "Yes, yes..." The person outside the door responded quickly, turned and left.

   Not long after, a timid voice sounded outside the door: "Jie, Brother Jie, we, we..."

"Bang!" The door was kicked open, Brother Jie came out slowly, slapped the kneeling bull's eyes until staring, then squatted down, looked at the kneeling ground and was too scared to make a sound Yes, the 1.8-meter tall man said with a ferocious expression: "You three, three of you! Can't you take care of a kid with a dick? You **** are going back!"

Standing up and kicking 1.8 meters somersault, Brother Jie was still angry, pointing at the three of them and yelling: "This business is worth a hundred thousand yuan! I've already collected the deposit, you guys didn't handle the matter well, Okay! I will give you a chance, tell me, why did you fail?"

   One hundred thousand? Only 100,000 yuan to make Hollywood's super director lack arms and legs? If Zhang Dongcheng knew about this price, he would make even Big Tooth laugh.

   It's only one hundred thousand, which is really a huge sum of money for a few gangsters now.

"Jie, Brother Jie! It's not that we're useless, but that guy is too powerful, that guy knows kung fu!" Lying on the ground at 1.8 meters, he was kicked by Brother Jie's kick, screaming loudly, afraid Brother Jie slapped him again.

   Don't look at this brother Jie who is only twenty-seven or eight years old, but that iron sand palm has more than ten years of kung fu. If an ordinary person is touched by him, he will lose half his life.

"Yeah, Brother Jie, that guy's kung fu is so good, the three of us were beaten to the ground without knowing what happened!" Bull's Eye also hurriedly yelled, looking like it wasn't that our army didn't work hard but that the enemy army was too aggressive. Sly look.

Hearing that, Brother Jie calmed down his anger a little. Although these three guys are not very good, but heroes are also afraid of packs of wolves. It is not unusual for them to be able to beat the three men who are holding the guys and flee with their bare hands. people.

"Oh? Can't tell what kind of kung fu he used?" After believing the words of the three subordinates, Brother Jie just sat down on the sofa, raised his legs, lit the lighter with a ding, and put the cigarette on his mouth together. past.

"Yeah, yeah, we didn't see how that guy moved his hands at all, so we all lay down, I think he must be able to walk around the waves!" Seeing that Brother Jie was no longer so annoyed at 1.8 meters, So he quickly hit the snake and put it on the stick, and started talking nonsense.

"Lingbo microsteps, those are all kung fu in novels. I think that guy must have used eight steps to drive away cicadas! The movements are amazingly fast! We were beaten without even seeing how his hands moved. Get out of here!" Bull's Eye quickly retorted.

  When Brother Jie heard this, his fury flared up again, and he kicked the two of them into rolling gourds, cursing: "Damn, are you ashamed? Fuck!"

   Kicked again in disbelief, but Brother Jie took out his phone and called.

   Soon, the call was connected, and Brother Jie made a haha, leaning on the sofa and puffing: "Boss, I think you are a bit rude."

   "What's wrong?" A childish voice came from over there.

"The guy you asked us to deal with is not an ordinary person. He is a Lianjiazi. Why didn't you tell us? All three of my subordinates were beaten and hospitalized!" Brother Jie took a deep breath Smoke, he said harshly.

   "Huh? Lian Jiazi? How could he be Lian Jiazi?" The voice over there was obviously panicked.

"Fuck, how do I know. Adding medical expenses now, 100,000 yuan will definitely not be able to settle this matter. If you add more, I will dispatch more than 20 brothers at once to help you solve it!" Brother Jie didn't bother , throwing its own request.

The voice on the other side was silent for a while. Although he knew that he had been fooled, he still gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, all of your horses will move, and you must take off the guy's legs. I will give you another two hundred thousand, A total of 300,000! Is it okay?"

"Okay, no problem. According to the rules of the road, if you don't help me with this matter, I won't accept the money!" Brother Jie doubled the price at once, feeling extremely proud, flicking his cigarette butt, and quickly agreed .

   "Okay, they will start filming tomorrow, make it prettier for me!"

   "OK, this time it's absolutely beautiful!"

  Under the night, a sinful business was finalized, and in an extremely luxurious room in Shanghai, Young Master Liu gritted his teeth and slammed the phone out.

   "Damn it, Brother Jie will want him to look good in the future! Fuck, dare to threaten me."

   After thinking about it, Young Master Liu picked up the phone unwillingly, and quickly dialed out: "Hey, uncle, how are you doing? I haven't called you for a long time!"

   "Haha, Siyu, finally think of your uncle? You've been doing well recently, eating well and sleeping soundly, hehe."

   "Hehe, I heard that you have been promoted again recently? Congratulations."

   "Look at what you said, say congratulations to uncle? Isn't this your father's help? Haha, otherwise, the job of the captain of the urban management team would not have fallen on me."

"Oh, by the way, a female classmate of mine suddenly wanted to make a movie recently, and she said that the director is a Chinese in Hollywood, but I accidentally checked it out for her, and there was no such thing as a director, so I tried my best to persuade my classmate , tell her to be careful not to be deceived, but she is only thinking of being a star. Hey..."

   "Huh? Is there such a thing? Siyu, have you taken a fancy to your female classmate? Haha!"

   "Don't be joking, uncle, they will start filming tomorrow. I want my uncle to watch it for me, so that my female classmates don't suffer."

   "Haha, don't worry, the girl uncle you like must keep an eye on you, and will never let the liar touch a hair of her! Where are they filming tomorrow?"

   “I heard that in….”

   "Okay! I'll take my buddy to watch over tomorrow, don't worry!"

   "Thank you so much, um, just help me keep an eye on whether my classmates are suffering, and don't worry about other things."

   "Oh? I see, you still have plans, right? I just look at that girl and don't care about anything else!"

   Young Master Liu hung up the phone, with a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth again. Thinking of Tang Yan's pretty face, he felt the heat in his crotch again.

   "Damn it, find two women to relieve the fire!"

   Liu Dashao, who was only waiting for a good show tomorrow, arranged everything with confidence, but the next day, Zhang Dongcheng, who was also confident, appeared on the street, but his expression was shining.

  Finally, the machine can be turned on. Zhang Dongcheng's big hands can't wait any longer, and the students from the Shanghai Academy of Drama also helped him arrange the venue and maintain order.

Among the group of people, Yang Qi is the one who works the hardest. That's because the heavy hundreds of hundred-yuan bills gave him confidence. He doesn't know what's going on. Zhang Dongcheng has a kind of reassuring power, as if there is nothing to worry about, just do it.

  Whether the magic power of money is greater, or Zhang Dongcheng's personal charm is greater, Yang Qi doesn't know.

Now he is just carrying the lighting boards and arranging them according to Zhang Dongcheng's instructions, and the road used for shooting is a small road with the characteristics of Shanghai. There are not many pedestrians in normal times, but now he chooses it at three or four in the afternoon. When everyone is going to work and class, there will be fewer pedestrians.

   But seeing a large group of people playing with all kinds of things here, there were still a few women with children who surrounded them curiously, looking at these energetic boys and girls.