Wilderness Challenge [Comprehensive British American American Entertainment]

The fiery star in the red cape completely turned Mr. Wayne into a boiling teapot.

Since the day Superman returned, Jennifer has been hearing "the alien rescue dog does this" and "the alien rescue dog does that" in the apartment. Bruce has opinions on his little curly hair and his cute red boots Opinions, opinions on the symbol on his chest ("I would never be so arrogant as to write the hope symbol on the chest muscle"), and even opinions on his underwear ("Even a three-year-old can't wear underwear outside" ).

Jennifer defends the poor Kryptonian at first, but then she's completely immune to the mental torment, especially when it comes to his assessment of herself (Batman).

Anyway, this man didn't have a good word out of his mouth.

So when the October issue of "VOGUE" was about to be released, Jennifer specially put the sample issue on the most conspicuous position on the tea table, and she lay on the sofa and peeled oranges one after another, preparing to hear what Master Wayne had to say about this group. What a fantastic insight into fashion blockbusters.

It took about half an hour for Bruce, who was working hard at the computer desk, to stand up, organize all the information he got into the encrypted electronic device, and then walk towards the sofa while swiping the phone screen.

Master Wayne lived up to her expectations—

He walked directly past the coffee table.

Jennifer stared at him inscrutably, watched him turn the teaspoon three times clockwise and three times counterclockwise in the big red robe Alfred brought, watched him take a sip from the teacup and then Stretching his brows, watching him leaning comfortably on the sofa and turning on the holographic projection screen, watching him finally realize that something is wrong.

"What's wrong?" Bruce asked suspiciously.He stroked his hair, touched his face again, picked up the neckline of his pajamas and smelled them, and then quickly glanced at the nightgown and pajama pants.

"Brucie," Jennifer called out leisurely—he shook slightly, "doesn't it mean that the investigation has hit a bottleneck? Don't you want to take a break from looking at magazines? Here is "VOGUE" that will be released in a while For the October issue, Anna sent me two copies and told me to read them."

After the Times Square attack, the filming crew reorganized and then worked overtime to catch up with the rest of the schedule.The outdoor photos in contrast to the city were taken in Central Park, and some of the hard photos were concentrated in the indoor studio of the apartment on the left bank of Rover West.In addition, Jennifer also provided the magazine with some photos of the original owner when she was a child, and the crew added some photos of the filming scene, all of which added up to form a complete feature.

Although the topic title printed on the cover will end up being "Jennifer Davis: She Who Must Not Be Ordinary" (Jennifer Davis: She Who Must Not Be Ordinary), the theme of the cover is "Wild Nature & Luxury City". I used a snap shot in Times Square and a photo in Central Park.

Paul Roversi and Anna Wintour disagree over which one to use for the cover.

The master photographer insisted on using that wonderful snapshot, but the female devil chose the same forest picture with strong contrast.Her reasons are very good. The former is certainly "the best masterpiece she has seen in the past ten years." People bring bad associations.

After all, magazines are for sale, and the sales of "VOGUE" have been declining in the past two years, so Wintour had to think more about it.

Jennifer didn't know which of these two bigwigs could persuade the other. In short, those who reached this position in the fashion industry rarely backed down.The female devil sent a sample issue to hope that she would also express her opinion. The bigger the celebrity, the more power she has to say in the selection of magazine pictures. For example, Rihanna, the singer has chosen her favorite many times. pictures to express the theme.

Ben Xin always said that Jennifer definitely wanted to choose snapshot, but...

"Look at these two, Bruce." She pointed to the magazines on the table. "What do you think of them?"

Hearing this, Master Wayne condescendingly put the phone on the table, moved the projection aside, and looked towards the cover of the magazine.

He looked first at the one taken in Central Park.

In the picture, Jennifer is wearing a simple short skirt with crisp layout and bold and unrestrained colors. The carved patterns on the surface radiate from the waist like the horns of argali sheep. Many parts of the skirt, waist and shoulders are designed with animal mane, which looks very attractive. The style of some African tribes.Behind the photo are jagged rocks and a little bit of greenery, and the discordant elements have reached a weird harmony.

Although the clothes are extremely tough, the movements of the people wearing them are extremely elegant.Those long overlapping legs are slender and fair, with one hand lightly placed on the waist and the other naturally covering the front and top of the head, like a girl who just came out of the forest to welcome the sun.

"It's pretty nice," Bruce said.Jennifer raised her eyebrows at the perfunctory of this sentence, forcing him to clear his throat, and added: "It looks natural, the clothes look good, and you look good too."

"That's it?" Jennifer's eyebrows flew even higher, "It's gone? It's pretty good? Princeton University will cry for you, Brucey, how about your ability to make words and sentences? I'm not the type to listen No bragging girl."

Alfred was bringing her some chocolate truffles, and upon hearing this, he couldn't help casting a condemning look at his young master.

Bruce surrendered.

"With all due respect, Ms. Davis," he said forcefully, "I see with both eyes that you are the most popular Hollywood actress voted for this year, and I see with both eyes what they posted about you The hashtag is 'powerful independent woman' and I'm afraid your fans will wash away the Hollywood sign with tears before Princeton cries."

"Didn't you make me feel down-to-earth?" Jennifer exclaimed with feigned surprise, "God, Brucey, you are a stinking man who turns back on his words, is cruel, rude and incomprehensible."

Alfred's hand that placed the fork trembled slightly.

Bruce—Bruce stared at her blankly, and even wanted to hit someone.

He used to want to provoke her out of her comfort zone, and of course he was somewhat dissatisfied with the hypocrisy, and wanted her not to be so high-ranking and stand on the sidelines, but the effect came out, oh no, the effect was so good that Now it has been distorted into such a meaning.

"Okay, okay." Jennifer decided to take a step back.She handed the second magazine in front of him, and said casually: "This was shot in Times Square that night, and Luo Fuxi and I both like it, let me show you."

Bruce takes a look.

The woman in the photo is staring closely at the camera.The neon lights cast colorful luster on her face, which is not too bright under the characteristics of the Polaroid camera, but a little old, like a vintage oil painting.She was dressed in extremely elegant clothes, but the first thing anyone would notice were those captivating eyes.

This is the eye of a predator.

They don't know what it means to submit, they are born to belong to the night, even in the mud, they can fight for a chance of survival.But they are so radiant, reflecting the starry night glow and the first Chinese lanterns.

So contradictory, yet so harmonious, gathered into such beauty.

He picked up the magazine, flipped through a few pages, and scrolled the entire book to the end page, rewinding the cover smoothly, and glanced at it again. "This one is not bad, it looks better than the one just now."

He spoke quite casually, but his eyes slowly revealed light, which is the look that humans have when they see the aurora and the Milky Way for the first time.

"Please—" Jennifer opened her mouth.

"Don't start again, Jenny." Bruce sighed.Jennifer has never heard the voice of Batman, but she will say that Bruce sounds deeper, more restrained, closer to Batman now, at least he is very different from his usual.

She immediately snapped her mouth shut.

Around the sofa is the crisp sound of bone china as Alfred arranges the dishes.

Jennifer pretended to admire her nails, with just the right amount of sourness on her face.Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Bruce looking down again, then leaned against the back of the sofa in annoyance, his thin lips barely visible.

After a long time, he suddenly said quickly: "I think you...cough...I think this photo is very beautiful."

Jennifer tried her best not to laugh out loud on the spot.

"Sorry, I shouldn't force you to say this." She said sadly, "I know you have a lot of things to do, but you actually have very little time to sit down, and you don't even have time to read the magazines I shot. Maybe you prefer Those supermodels on the cover, do you think they are better than me—"

"Jenny, baby," Bruce sighed again, "I never thought they were better than you, I never thought anyone was better than you. In fact, I want to buy the whole issue."

"Oh, you liked it," Jennifer said with mock despondency.

She felt her stomach ache from holding back her laughter. If there was an Oscar for best grief, the academy should send the statuette to this apartment right away.

Bruce looks at her, for a long time, and then says in a strained, almost stern tone, "Yeah, I like it."

His eyes chased hers.

He knew she was faking.

Because he knew she knew it.

The young Master Wayne stood up from the sofa, steadily put the magazine on the table, dropped the half-drinked black tea, and said "I'm going to analyze the password", and then blew back to the computer desk like the wind went.

Jennifer couldn't help showing half a smile.

"It's rare." Alfred said quietly from the side.

"I think so too." She replied quietly.

So the two went about their own business as if nothing had happened.

Alfred was cleaning the teacup that had been cleaned six times, and Jennifer was flipping through the magazine ten times. Occasionally, they would meet each other and smile together, exchanging a few satisfied glances.

That night Miss Davis sent the same text message to the two big guys——

【Forgive me, but I really have a preference. 】

***

Brian called her the day Vogue's October issue came out.

"Congratulations, the magazine is going to sell out as soon as it hits the shelves," Brian said briskly. "Let me know when you're free, we have to talk about the attacks and what Spider-Man revealed in his last interview. Come out. You can't expect Spider-Man to keep a secret, can you?"

Jennifer echoed from the strands of hair around her temples.

They then talked about the possibility of the future of "Monroe".

Before ending the conversation, Jennifer seriously reminded Brian to contact her with more reliable bodyguards.Those few people didn't see anyone when the disaster happened last time, and finally found them upstairs under renovation, with cigarette butts beside them.One of them was unfortunately killed, and the other three were lucky and only slightly injured.

Brian agreed.

His congratulations were just the first one, and it didn't take long for Maha and Amanda to send congratulations one after another.Luo Fuxi took a screenshot of the conversation between himself and the female devil for Jennifer, which he sent after the female devil backed down, and the female devil's reply came from today.

Paul Roversi: [I think the cover of this issue will make history. 】

Anna Wintour: [You won. 】

Looking at this screenshot, Jennifer couldn't help smiling.

"I knew we could do it, Jennifer," Roversi said on the phone. "I've seen a lot of greatness, and that's why I've learned that sometimes we're just one step away from greatness. Thank you, Jenny, Thank you for saving my life, and thank you for your persistence. You are a person who is destined to be extraordinary, and you will naturally achieve works that are destined to be extraordinary."

"I always know that my preference is the best." Jennifer replied.