Saving the world is not as good as chasing stars [US Entertainment]

Outside the UCLA Medical Center, Tony Stark was being stuffed into the back seat by Colonel Roddy, assistant Pepper and driver Hogan.

Margaret, who issued the order, stood outside the car, waving at several people, "Good night, have a good dream."

Tony pressed the car window and looked at her unwillingly, "Why don't you go to Malibu Beach with me?!"

"Maybe I think you're ugly?" After serious thinking, Margaret added, "You're still a little old."

Tony Stark looked gloomy, "You're blind."

"I was named by Time Magazine as a typical representative of the older you get," the narcissistic Mr. richest man in the United States spoke quickly, "They said that I was heroic when I was young, and as time went on, I grew a beard and a neat face. Short hair is attractive, and—"

Tony said confidently, "I'm only 38 years old, and I have nothing to do with the word 'old'."

Margaery blinked, "I'm 19 years old, Mr. Stark, I'm afraid you are old enough to be my guardian."

Tony Old Man Stark: "..."

Margaret ignored him and looked at Hogan, the driver in the front row, "Be careful, sir."

Hogan was flattered by Margo's polite and caring attitude, and looking at the boss behind the car, he immediately stepped on the accelerator to start the car, and disappeared outside the hospital in a flash.

Hogan thought to himself, he really can't bear the sight of a middle-aged man seducing a young girl, it's completely devoid of conscience.

Margot was about to flag down a taxi and leave when she saw a reporting vehicle approaching not far away——

These reporters probably came to the hospital to surround Tony Stark after receiving the news.

It stands to reason that Tony Stark's itinerary today is protected by the military and cannot be made public.

Even the trip to the hospital was conducted in secret, and no one knew about it except the head of the hospital and the elite medical doctor.

But in the modern information world, there are never any secrets.

Maybe the news that Margaret was traveling with the CEO of Stark Industries has also leaked out.

Looking at the reporters in the distance with great fanfare, Margaret turned around and walked back to the hospital again.

It's not easy to hail a taxi here, and I'm afraid she will be caught by a reporter before she gets in the car and flees.

It's one thing to spread rumors, but it's another thing to actually see it with your own eyes and take pictures of it.

Hospitals are public places that journalists cannot easily break into to shoot. For decades, hospitals have always made photographers fearful and at a loss.

As early as 1942, Time magazine lost a privacy lawsuit for infiltrating a hospital and taking pictures of Babel lying in a hospital bed while losing weight.

Even in "public-relevant medical conditions," where the events related to the person being photographed are news events such as crimes, accidents, and natural and man-made disasters, photojournalists can only photograph the person in ambulances, hospitals, and emergency rooms.

Not to mention sneaking into the hospital just to catch rumors at this time, it is almost possible to be accused of losing his job.

All the news vans were parked outside the hospital, and the reporters surrounded the door with microphones and cameras, eagerly waiting for the person to walk out of the hospital.

Not to mention the legendary experience of Tony Stark being rescued from a terrorist organization, just the leaker's words of "Margaret Adjani, the prospective actress, and her companions" are enough to win a news headline.

The weather tonight is not good, and the temperature at this time is rarely around zero degrees. The key is that the reporters are still wearing thin suits during the day, and there is no place to change into windbreakers or thin sweaters.

As for Margaret, who was trapped in the hospital, she was wearing sunglasses and sitting in the corner of the empty waiting area, not attracting anyone's attention.

Margot was thinking about whether to call Brian Lord to explain the current situation, and it was estimated that he would vomit a mouthful of blood in anger.

Although he still admires Tony Stark on weekdays, when it comes to Margo's future and reputation, this gold agent is like an old cat with fried hair.

Margo thought about the reporters crowded around the hospital, and felt a little headache. After thinking about it, she decided to stay away from Stark in the future, because he is simply a troublemaker.

Sitting in a villa on the beach in Malibu, Tony, who had removed the straps on his arms and was starting to produce new fusion energy, suddenly felt a bit cold on his back.

What's going on?Is Los Angeles cooling down?Or is there another villain who wants to harm me?

Meanwhile, in another corner of Los Angeles, two men were walking out of a movie theater after watching Truffaut's new film, The Adele Hugo Story.

Eric Brace and J. McKay Gruber are young screenwriters in Hollywood. Although they are currently unknown, they can be called talented young people.

The two men have always wanted to direct a film independently, and even started to conceive the script two years ago.

The two have put a lot of effort into this script, which has been conceived for two years. It can be expected that they will take longer to rewrite and perfect the script until one day it is really put on the big screen.

And after walking out of the screening hall of "The Story of Adele Hugo" today, Blaise seems to have made a decision that was not easy——

Eric Blaise said in a serious voice, "McKay, I want to rewrite the 'Butterfly Effect' script."

"What?" J. McKay Gruber looked at him in surprise.

"I've never wanted an actor to be in one of my films so much."

Eric looked back at the movie poster outside the theater——

The black-haired girl is elegant and noble, but her eyes are full of pain and confusion, and at the same time full of strong and affectionate love, which is so stubborn that it makes people shudder.

McKay Gruber followed his gaze, "Do you want Adjani to play the leading role of Keller?"

"No," Eric Blaise said, "her loss and pain, her nervousness tortured by terrible memories, and her perfect expression on the verge of collapse are exactly the Ivan of my dreams."

His tone was persistent, "I'm going to rewrite the protagonist as a female character, McKay, only she is worthy of my Ivan, no, it's Evans now."

When the two new screenwriters made subversive decisions for their own movie scripts, Margaret in the hospital was about to pull out her mobile phone and dial Brian Lord.

She estimated that she would be scolded badly.

At this time, she accidentally saw a pair of black shiny leather shoes come into view.

The man walked with a particularly charming and elegant demeanor. He took off his medical uniform and put on a black suit. His dark hair was combed back, and he was full of elite air.

Stephen Strange frowned at her, "Why are you still here?"

Margaret pointed to the window at him, "There are a hundred journalists waiting downstairs, and I don't want to be in the headlines tomorrow."

His face was resolute and proud, like a marble statue in the Renaissance period. At this time, the corners of his mouth curled up in a hypocritical arc, "I wish you a romantic and warm night in the hospital."

This medical elite seems to have a really bad temper.

Margaret's smile was also fake, even a little perfunctory, "Thank you, Mr. Strange, I don't need to trouble you."

Stephen gave her a cold look, turned and left.

Margot was about to take out her mobile phone to call Brian, but she didn't expect it to be missing in her trousers pocket. She looked through the handbag again, but it was still missing.

She resigned herself to the fact that the mobile phone disappeared out of thin air.

Margaret was still curious about why the CAA tyrant hadn't contacted her after the reporters outside the door surrounded her for nearly an hour. His sources of information have always been very sensitive.

Now that she understands, Brian estimates hundreds of calls

But who would have thought that her mobile phone disappeared without a trace.

Margaret frowned, remembering that a few hours ago, Tony Stark approached her side obediently and stayed for a while.

After that, a small lump seemed to bulge out of nowhere in his suit jacket pocket.

Margo is silent

On the other side of Los Angeles, in a luxurious villa on Malibu Beach, the richest man in the United States fiddled with his mobile phone with a proud face——

Hee hee, I can take the opportunity to return my phone to see Margo tomorrow~

Margaret in the hospital: I'm crazy to deal with this psycho!

Margot looked at the duty desk of the medical staff——

Of course she could go over and borrow a landline phone, but it would undoubtedly make the nurse on duty recognize her.

Then what's the point of her hiding in the hospital? She just went out and borrowed a phone from the reporter.

She has lived for 19 years, and she really hasn't been tricked to this extent.

If she could, Margaret would really like to kick Tony Stark back to Iraq.

Frowning, Margot was about to walk out of the hospital by herself.

Centuries ago, she was able to walk out of the Louvre under the strict guard of layers of guards. There is no reason why she is trapped in the hospital by reporters and is helpless.

As soon as she stood up, she saw Stephen Strange who had gone and returned.

The tall man seemed to have been watching her for a while, and was walking towards her, with a masculine charm that coexisted with elegance and violence.

Strange's voice was deep and gorgeous, "Follow me."

Before he finished speaking, he held Margot's wrist, and the warmth of his palm passed through a thin layer of shirt fabric to the skin of her wrist.

Margaret wasn't struggling, and she didn't want to cause a little panic in the waiting area.

Strange was wearing a handsome black suit, combined with Margo's white shirt and black trousers, it looked particularly harmonious and well-matched.

The people in the waiting area glanced at it hurriedly, only thinking that this was a couple with outstanding temperament.

After the two walked into the elevator, Stephen let go of his hand, and then pressed the floor, leading directly to the underground parking area dedicated to medical staff.

As a well-known medical elite in the United States, Stephen Strange's life is very good. For example, the sports car he parked in the underground parking lot is worth millions of dollars.

The reporters were also waiting outside the parking lot. Before everyone had time to react, they saw an expensive black sports car rushing out of sight.

Although a photographer took a picture of the rear of the car, it was discovered that the license plate numbers did not belong to many of the vehicles under Stark's name, nor did they even come from CAA.

It appears to be just a wealthy unrelated person.

God, how long will they have to wait in the cold wind.

The sports car was driving in the luxurious downtown area of ​​Los Angeles, quickly leaving the flashy night scene behind.

Strange's silky voice sounded, "Miss Margaret Adjani, I'm driving to my residence right now."

Margaret answered him with a false smile, "Sorry, Mr. Strange, I just want to go back to my apartment."

"I prefer to date in my place," Stephen looked at her, "maybe this time is a new try."

Strange certainly didn't really want to date the actress, he wasn't so flirtatious.

So now it's probably just habitually adding to people's obstacles?

After all, his temper has never been good. Since his sister and parents passed away due to illness and accident many years ago, Strange, who was hit hard, became cold, talented but perverse, and the best at swearing was speechless.

Margo raised her eyebrows, "Sir, it seems that you want to be on the headlines of the Sun newspaper tomorrow."

Strange pondered for a second, "I have appeared on the cover of Time magazine as the pioneer of the year. I hope that when the Sun newspaper introduces me, it will choose a good photo."

Margaret looked at him, "Tsk, unfortunately I don't like men with long faces very much."

Stephen Strange: "..."

He should have thrown her among the reporters!If you're crazy, just meddle in your own business and help her get out of the hospital!