variety show billionaire

On Christmas Eve, Nolan, who came out for a walk with me, struggled to push through the turbulent crowd, and the two trekked hard together in the surrounding areas of Hollywood.

"I just don't get it, why do we have to come to Hollywood at a time like this?"

I scratched Sweetheart's belly and she stretched comfortably - I almost lost my grip on her.

"I was just wondering if I could see and find treasure on the street."

"Come on, do you want to find the next Leonardo or the next Angelina?"

"No, I want to find the next Hepburn."

"Please, if it was so easy for you to walk around Christmas Street and meet the next Hepburn, then there wouldn't be so many useless people on the screen that feel helpless."

Nolan's usual rants made me feel a little less miserable this Christmas.

In the past, although I didn't think it was too troublesome to arrange the pre-Christmas arrangement once a year, I didn't feel so lonely either.But once my parents and family members die, except for my sweetheart, my whole life will be completely gone. At this time of year, I really hate those people who have families to go to at this time.

"I really hate big pre-Christmas purchases."

After being hit by a middle-aged woman with a big bag, I could only turn sideways and look at the sky—making a pessimistic literary model.

Nolan reached out to grab it, pulled me and continued walking.

"Don't get in the way, I really hate the way people look at us."

"Nolan, let's go to the Screen Actors Guild."

Go directly to the list, and click on the name of whoever you like.

Only a good girlfriend like Nolan can bear my temperament of giving up one idea and switching to another at any time.

Saying that the two of us, billionaires, would not go to the brightly lit Christmas ball, but would hang out on the street saying "see if there is a next Hepburn banner"...that's mustard I have nothing to say.

Naturally, I didn't meet the next Hepburn, and I walked for a while on the way to the Screen Actors Union. Nolan and I, who usually don't exercise much, will never be able to walk again.

I want to hail a taxi, but on Christmas Eve...the driveway is as crowded as it needs to be, and I don't want to waste a day on a few kilometers of road.

In the end, Nolan actually put forward the opinion that "it's better to let the helicopter pick us up".

This kind of proposal is too two!I don't want to be in the headlines tomorrow!This is completely inconsistent with my principle of being a low-key man!

"Lizzy, you just hate all the vehicles that can fly in the sky?"

——This problem was pointed out sharply.

"Seriously... is this true?"

The exaggerated astonishment on Nolan's face annoys me.

'I hate this Nolan so much! '

Thinking this way in my heart, my hand unconsciously grasped Sweetheart's beautiful black hair...

"Ao!"

Bitten by a sweetheart...it's all my fault.

So I spent the entire Christmas holiday with Nolan's "Lizzy, you're afraid of airplanes" mocking expression.

Turning my grief and indignation into motivation, I squatted silently in the corner of various banquets, recorded all the incredible emotional developments that happened at various Christmas banquets, took photos to store evidence, and then threw them on GossipGirl's blog .

What do you do when you are in tragedy?

Go ruin the romance.

"Lizzy, you're so mean."

Nolan came to me with red wine, bowed his head and said these words to me softly.

Although he was talking to me with his head down, his eyes were on the girl in red who had slapped the boy in the face and walked away.

"Forget it, she won't be my goal next year."

I reached out and passed the goblet in Nolan's hand, and took a sip of the wine in the glass to satisfy my hunger.

"She'll be too old next year."

"How much do you like breaking up young people's romances?"

Faced with this kind of complaint, I can answer calmly: "Because they will have a lot of time in the future."

Nolan shook his head, noncommittally took the empty wine glass in my hand and went to the waitress.

As soon as he left, I almost bumped into a man behind me as soon as I turned around.Take a closer look——

'Hell, this is Bill Harmon...'*

That bastard Nolan is using me as a shield - to block this super nasty hedge fund boss.

"Sorry, but I don't want to talk about-any-money at the New Year's party."

One sentence blocked the other party's topic, I lifted the hem of the mage's robe and ran away quickly.

Apart from the most basic function of concealing shame, the white mage robe has no practical significance.

Anyway, I don't expect the clothes to have any practical significance.

In the end, after being blocked three times by the unyielding Bill Harmon, I could only take out the checkbook and black pen from the secret pocket of the mage's robe, thinking "I'll sign him a $2000 million investment check", "Tell him to calm down and leave me alone".

——Who the hell will bring a suitcase with a contract at the New Year's party?

Suddenly I can understand why this guy is the most profitable hedge fund manager on Wall Street.

—after he had the nerve to perjure and place treason on David Clarke.

I was about to write a check, but suddenly I remembered something.

"Wait, I remember something."

Ever since I decided to buy Chaos studio at all costs without Harvey's consent last time, he swore to me that if he was given such a task without any warning, he would resolutely refuse to be my legal adviser again .

Luckily, Harvey came over today in a very generous way!Let Harvey talk to the stalker for the rest of the legal stuff, I just need to write the check and sign it.

As soon as I'm unhappy, I like to ruin good things... Seeing other people's unhappy makes me happy.

After I've been teased by Nolan for an entire Christmas break, I've spent a New Year's break planning my grand goals.

I also feel slightly uncomfortable using the word majestic.But after my Miss Sweetheart brushed my arm with her beautiful black tail without any pressure to show her satisfaction with the word, I decided not to make any amendments to it.

I thought of a few wonderful ways to die, found a director, found a few leading actors, some extras, and blew up a plane... The model, waited for three months, and when the editing was completed, I was entangled in my own actions. The only investor, whether to watch it in advance or wait until the premiere ceremony to enjoy it.

When I was wandering between these two kinds of anxiety, I suddenly saw rumors about a haunted house in Los Angeles.

Since it was built in 1922, every owner of this house has died.

This setup is great!

I went to look through the documents and materials of those properties that belong to me, and I was shocked that I actually had so much money.

The haunted house was sold at an unbelievably cheap price.

Then, I went to update my blog—anyway, after every major festival, I like to list a topic about ruining marriages to play with everyone’s emotions and entertain the masses of onlookers.

I decided to take two bodyguards who were said to be retired from the Marine Corps from a security company recommended by Nolan to the haunted house to watch the legend.

"Hey John, look! Since 1922 this house was built for his wife Nora by the prestigious Dr. Charles Montgomery, who then became addicted to drugs and quickly squandered his savings and ended up in debt. The doctor had to abort the girl to keep it going. To make a living, the last girl said she slipped her tongue and told her boyfriend, but the boyfriend kidnapped their child and mutilated him as revenge... After such and such things, the husband and wife both stayed in this house one after another The next residents committed suicide in the house. And then the following residents all happened such and such things without a good death... The most recent resident is—let me see, in 1994, the son of the resident of this house, Tate Langdon, was studying in a certain school he was studying. High school committed a school shooting, murdered 16 students and was killed at home because of arrest... Then Constant Langdon——Tate Langdon's mother first eloped with her husband and maid during the year, and then her youngest son who was congenitally disabled died of illness In the end, she had to move out of the original home with the only surviving only daughter... Wait, their family lives opposite the original residence?"*

Rich people always have such eccentricities in life, but this time, this rich person's eccentricities - or hobbies - made the two men who were her bodyguards appreciate it.

Then--

A hundred times more difficult to serve than the hostess is her black cat named Duzuo Sweetheart.

"Well, the detectives I hired got the information. The history of this house is so thick that it could be written into a book."

The author has something to say:

First, Bill Harmon is the target of the heroine's revenge in the second episode of the American drama "Revenge".

Second, that large section is the plot background of the American drama "American Strange Story". (That's right, the hostess bought this super ominous haunted house in a panic)

Three, about the movie that the girl invested in, it was the super cheating "Death Comes". (She hates airplanes, so she wants to make a film that will make the airlines lose all their income.)

PS: What we can know is that girls who want to watch SPN can see Dad's gorgeous appearance in the next chapter.