Wilderness Challenge [Comprehensive British American American Entertainment]

The Met Gala contributed a lot to the sales of newspapers and magazines, and most importantly, it brought Jennifer a perfect collaboration with Chanel.That blue dress became a classic of the night, and the moment Bruce bent over and lifted the skirt was featured in the media. Even Jennifer felt that it was true when she looked at the high and low, looked back and raised her eyes. It makes a lot of sense.

"So you're reconciled?" Tommy asked at the celebration dinner.

The stylist's reputation and salary are impressive, as is his gossip mentality.

Jennifer had just finished clinking glasses with two fitness coaches, and when she turned around, she heard this question. After thinking about it, she replied from the side: "It doesn't count, actually, there is still a gap between the two of us."

"So you're still fighting?" Tommy asked again.

"It doesn't count." Jennifer sat down on the side, and the stylist subconsciously gave a contemptuous look at the messy hair. "I think some relationships are unclear, and it's not appropriate to take a step forward or take a step back. It's good to be stuck in this place."

"Oh, I see." Tommy realized. "It's that 'I care about you but I can't be with you' shit again, right?"

The emotional expert waved his hand under his nose, as if to shake off a flying insect.

"Wake up, Jenny, do you think you're making 500 Days of Summer, something like 'I still love you but I can only look at you', even Hollywood doesn't bother to make that kind of movie anymore. You It's a 21st-century young woman, and you want to be direct, sex, sex, sex, more sex."

Jennifer raised her forehead: "...I just think we have a special resonance."

Tommy put the orange juice down: "Every good-looking person says that. When you bright people walk into the ballroom, it's like a magnet, and the eyes stick together. God knows, Hollywood is a gold mine." , You, Leonardo, are the crown of mine. I really want to go back to the time when he was so handsome by himself, and now I can only sympathize with his stylist."

Jennifer was amused by the half-joking compliment.

"Then what do you think I should do?" She also asked not seriously.

"I said you should ask him directly what he meant, or get back together, or break up." Tommy replied.

Jennifer pretended to think for a few seconds, then shook her head with a smile: "I think it will be very difficult for me to find another person like Wayne, he is special."

"Don't be stupid." Tommy rolled his eyes gracefully. "We are all ordinary people, so there is no such thing as irreplaceable. Special, huh, I bet Rihanna also thought Chris Brown was special back then , of course it turns out he was 'special' and I've never seen a man hit a woman like that. Listen to me, Jenny, you can always find someone better."

Jennifer suppressed a smile: "Where are there any extraordinary people?"

"Superheroes. For example, Superman, everyone knows the story about him and the little reporter." Tommy pretended to be blurred and pushed his palm away, "Think about it, what a classic Hollywood movie plot, someone kidnaps you and takes you from a tall building." Back off, and then he came down from the sky wearing a red cloak, and picked you up in mid-air—”

"Technically, this would cause a broken spine." Jennifer rested her chin restlessly.

Unfortunately, the most "closest" man in the world to her right now is Mr. Black; even more unfortunate, if she does fall from a hundred-story building and let that guy pick her up, they will There is a high probability that both will be smashed into the ground and cannot be picked out.

Tommy, caught in the fantasy of a male god, immediately glared at her.

"Okay," he said capitulating, "let's talk about work, I'm past the age of crying over heart-pounding love stories."

He paused.

"Let's talk about "Wild Challenge", the third round will start after a while, and your image problem really worries me. Brian asked me to make you look good, but since participating in this Do you know how I felt after the damn show?"

Jennifer raised her eyebrows and raised her glass.

Tommy spread his hands in distress: "My neighbors like to bring children to our house, 'Oh, you are Gay, and you have adopted daughters, so you must like children very much!'. Whatever, these are nothing , the most important thing is that every time I receive those children with a particularly nervous attitude, do you know why? Because I am really super afraid that they will look different when they are sent back than when they were sent here."

Jennifer pretended to be listening.

"Honestly, I'm super scared," continued Tommy. "One time a kid ran up the slide in my backyard and hit his head on it. I didn't know what to do. What would I do? What about telling their parents: Your kid has two pigtails, right? Emmm... now there might only be one."

"I'm watching your show now with the same mentality."

"Brian doesn't have time to stare at the screen, he's busy, but he's always asking me, 'How's Jenny doing?'. Before I can answer, I have to ask a super quick question: Your actor has Two legs, right? Emmmm... maybe only one now."

Jennifer nearly sprayed half of her drink on the bar.

"Not to mention those times when you're covered in mud, hairy, and drinking blood," Tommy continued solemnly, "Joan Rivers likes to say that she gets stabbed in the face more than a hockey rink, and after a while you get stabbed in the face." Although the number of times can't match the ice hockey rink, it's probably no problem to beat a cutting board, so—"

"Okay, I will pay attention to safety." Jennifer said emotionally.

"—so you've got to keep making money, honey," Tommy said to himself, "look at the face, see for yourself, it's a waste of money. I'm not going to convince you what other actors are like, but I can at least persuade you to make money to maintain it, so that we mortals can look at it more, lend you more beautiful clothes and jewelry, and dress you up in the city."

"Guess what?" Jennifer nodded, "I think you're right."

"Really?" Tommy grinned, "So when will my salary be the same as Petra Flannery's for borrowing those clothes for the sake of my relationship? I'm no worse than the eldest lady in the stylist industry? "

Jennifer: "..."

Jennifer: "In your dream."

***

This conversation completely dilutes her thoughts that seem to be floating in the sky.

People often say that the world will look different after that psychological threshold, but the fact is that after the celebratory dinner was gagged, Jennifer took a [-]-hour flight back to Pakistan and felt that nothing had changed—except Sending and receiving more text messages.

In mid-June, the crew filmed Jennifer's last scene.

This is the eye scene of Maya on the return flight after bin Laden was confirmed dead.She has been following it for ten years and made herself crazy day by day, and now she finally has the result, but she is not happy, instead she doesn't know where to go.

Jennifer is in good shape now, and passed a few articles.After the filming was finished, the director team and other staff rushed up to hug her, thanking her for her wonderful performance during this time.

The video for Bruce Stone was only available after returning to Beverly Hills from the location.

The other end of the screen seemed to be sorting out files, Bruce looked up, and immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

Jennifer wondered: "What's wrong?"

He clicked below: "You are smoking."

Before she brought it up and didn't realize it, she did light up the lady's cigarette that had been put away for a while, and held it between her slender fingers, shaking it one after another.I used to smoke only when I was in a bad mood, but now I just think about getting it out.

Jennifer puts out the lady's cigarette. "I was just thinking about the end of the movie," she said. "Osama bin Laden is dead, but there are still terrorist attacks in the world. When the old leader dies, a new leader will rise up and redefine the spheres of influence. Is it endless?"

"So sometimes a certain degree of concession is necessary." Bruce said clearly, he passed a stack of documents on the table to the back, and Alfred appeared in the camera. "Like Gotham, do you think uprooting all the gangsters will solve the problem?"

"On the contrary, Gotham is like a leaky beaker placed in a water basin. When the water in the beaker is emptied, the water next to it will fill in. At that time, the water will not be calm, but the wind will be surging, and the whole city will be in chaos. Medium. Same with your movie."

"So we can only suppress the ones that break out of the water, but we can't attack those that don't." Jennifer thought about it, and then shook her head to get rid of these complicated things.

She stared at Bruce doing paperwork for a while, then asked rather boredly, "Speaking of popping, do you have any good news for me, 'old friend'?"

Bruce stopped what he was doing. "There's some news," he said after deliberation, "but it's not good news. Tony told me that they're going to move up the third round, and it should be arranged according to your schedule."

Jennifer was taken aback: "Didn't you say it was postponed? Is it related to the reptile potion or the venue?"

The other party shook his head, which meant that he hadn't received specific information either. "I don't know what Tony thinks, but Luthor is a very sensitive person. He has been paying close attention to your news recently, such as the text messages you exchanged."

"You installed monitoring programs on all my electronic devices?" Jennifer asked not too surprised.

"It was an old version, and now it's an upgrade." Bruce replied, "You can use it as a firewall, siren, whatever, or as Tony calls it, a 'necessary measure'. … .Don't look at me like that, unfortunately, not long after installing the new program, I intercepted more than 30 unauthorized access information."

"Who's staring at Batman?" Jennifer asked.

"Normal hackers," Bruce said. "They just want to hack into your phone and computer to find some sexy information."

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Jennifer stared at the phone for a moment, as if it was some kind of clip that would bite. “I guess people who have been here before have been disappointed, it’s just unfortunate that I never shoot that kind of stuff,” she said. “If anyone wants to see it, he’d better see it for himself.”

Bruce gave her a twangy voice on screen.

Alfred's figure loomed behind him, as if he was busy arranging afternoon tea and snacks, but before starting to arrange, he first put a piece of paper full of words on the table.

"What's that?" Jennifer asked. "Terrorist intelligence? Secrets intercepted by the government? Arkham inspection report?"

Bruce seemed silent for a moment.He rubbed his brows and waved his hands: "It's just a small gift. I wanted to give it to you some time ago... Adoption permission. Don't you really like that bird?"

"Oh, you're so--sweet." Jennifer said pretendingly holding her heart.

Before the other party could react, she returned to normal and became angry: "But how can I keep a bird with a straight gut in Beverly Hills? Look, within a year, this stupid native bird will be Ready to pack up from 'Wild Nature' to 'Breakfast at Tiffany's.' I don't want a bird to pick food and shelter."

"Fine." Bruce rubbed between his brows more frequently, "I just want to cheer you up a bit, Tony revealed that for safety reasons, this round will last a long time."

"Isn't that unusual? There's never a length of time in the wild," Jennifer said gruffly.The other party looked very interesting in this way, and she suddenly wanted to make a joke, "Of course the chosen one who was born in Wayne's mansion can't feel this."

"Actually, I was born in a hotel suite." Bruce shrugged, "You'd better take Tony's revelations to heart and let him say that trouble usually means big trouble. But the lack of Missing arms and legs is probably a common thing for our survival experts, right?"

Gee.

Jennifer immediately retorted: "Lack of arms and legs is a common thing for our Gotham prince. This time I donated money to MetGala, and I have to donate some money to the Gotham City Government next time, otherwise maybe you will meet next time." Just tell me that the flattest avenue in the city made you fall flat."

Bruce silently put down the adoption certificate.

Beside him, Alfred set the dessert and gave each of them the stern look of an old father.