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

The fitness trainer on one side was trying to convince Margaret to accept his fitness class, but didn't realize that the Hollywood actress was staring at other people's big breasts.

Margo looked at the blond sweetheart who hit the sandbag, his chest muscles were simply too much, and it suddenly made people feel a little pity not to touch them...

What's more, his face is still angular, and although his straight long legs are wrapped in trousers, his muscular lines are extremely charming.

Margaret blinked and asked the fitness trainer beside her, "Who is he?"

"What?" The red-haired, muscular Caucasian male coach was a little dazed for a moment, and only after following Margaret's line of sight did he know who she was asking.

"It seems to be called Stephen or Steven? I came from New York not long ago. I don't like to talk to others, and I haven't taken professional courses."

In this health club, if you take professional courses, the hourly salary is about one hundred dollars, which is not low.

And this big-breasted sweetheart doesn't look like she's living a wealthy life.

Even a little too simplistic.

Margaret looked at his amazing fighting skills and thought maybe she should get a personal trainer?

Inexplicably, Margot is not worried about the character of this big-breasted sweetheart at all. He looks a little too decent. He is the kind who instills chicken soup for the soul and the American dream every day, but makes you not disgusted, but in awe. unfailing Father.

Anyway, he looked completely harmless, with a strong yet humble air about him.

What's more special, there is something beautiful about him that doesn't seem to belong to this era, like an old antique.

It looks very sincere, not at all like the frivolity of the people in this room.

In Margaret's view, this big-breasted sweetheart is like a laurel crown that has been dusted for many years. The diamonds and pearls on it have become dim. People who once cherished him have regarded him as useless rags.

Or so he himself thought.

He always looked around with a hint of doubt, just like he couldn't understand everything in front of him, and he didn't feel that anyone understood him.

Maybe Margaret knew a little better, she was the real oldie after all.

So—the personal trainer she's eyeing has a bit of a psychological belonging problem?

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a vegetative person who has been in a coma for many years, and regains consciousness.

vegetable?Don't make trouble, I have been bedridden for many years, how could it be possible to have strong muscles.

Margaret almost doubts that he eats protein powder to gain muscle.

Maybe this is true?

Whatever it is, she just wants to find a fitness trainer anyway.

Steven Rogers walks into the private gym bathroom and turns on the shower.

As time goes on, young Americans who go to the gym are more picky than ever—not just the trainer or the fitness equipment, but even the design of the gym is a key consideration.

The first thing that bears the brunt is the privacy issue of the locker room. The privacy of personal space of young Americans today almost makes Steven a little confused.

He was born and raised when young people didn't care about taking a shower together in a public space.

But now, young people require the bathroom locker room to be a well-equipped personal space, and the first requirement for choosing a gym is clean and safe.

In the private bathroom with good privacy, warm water showers down.

Steven didn't look in a good mood. On his angular and upright face, there was depression in his always gentle and sincere eyes.

Today is the 157th day since he woke up. New York is the city he was born and raised in, and it is also the city he was willing to sacrifice everything to save.

But when he wakes up, modern New York City makes Steven feel like an outdated, useless antique.

Steven didn't know the news about his former lover Peggy Carter and his close companion Bucky Barnes. He didn't even dare to search for it. Another wave of life.

Steven Rogers certainly didn't want to stay in the place where he woke up-the New York branch of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D., awakened him without authorization, and even planned to use the power of the Rubik's Cube, which Steven could not agree with.

Carrying a light handbag, he embarked on an endless journey.

Steven wanted to see what America is like today, and he wanted to know what life was like after the victory over the Nazis.

He came to Los Angeles a week ago. He has been to Washington, Atlanta and Chicago before. The next stop is going to San Diego. Today is his last day in Los Angeles.

Anyway, in this era, no one needs a super soldier who has been injected with serum, and his indestructible shield has long been lost.

Turning off the shower, Steven simply wiped his body a few times, only his lower body was wrapped in a bath towel, and the clean clothes he was about to change into were in the storage cabinet outside the door.

But when he walked out of the bathroom, a radiant beauty appeared in front of him.

Her eyes are like the projection of the moon in the sky, just standing here can be frozen into a classical oil painting.

Margaret has changed from her sporty black casual clothes to the shirt and trousers she wore when she came to the gym.

Her hair was still a little wet, probably because she had just finished showering, but the unique beauty and temperament even brought a feeling of going back in time.

But at this time, Steven Rogers was obviously a little flustered——

Because he was only wearing a bath towel.

Margaret's eyes circled twice on the blond sweetheart's chest muscles before looking into his eyes, "Are you interested in becoming a personal trainer?"

Steven hugged his chest as naturally as possible, oh, but this posture obviously made his muscles more attractive.

As an honest person, in such an embarrassing situation, Steven Rogers couldn't think of how to reject the other party.

"Sorry, I'm getting ready"

The voice of the brunette girl was soft and convincing, "I just happened to see you training next to various fitness equipment, I think you must be proficient in American boxing and judo, and even other different types of fighting techniques, I am in urgent need A personal trainer, perhaps you would like to be?"

Captain America, who has the peak physical fitness of human beings, has super strength, speed, endurance and reflexes, looking at the girl in front of him, he is a little at a loss.

Can we let him get dressed and talk again?

Margaret said - of course not, the big breasted sweetheart doesn't see it for nothing.

"Can we talk about this outside of the bathroom?" Steven leaned against the bathroom door, muscular and manly, but two blushes flew across his face.

It was the first time Captain America found the bathroom so hot.

Margaret crossed her arms and took another step closer, staring into his eyes, "Okay, you come with me."

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When Steven Rogers is stuffed into a black bulletproof nanny van, he feels like he's been kidnapped.

The place other than the bathroom he said refers to the rest area of ​​the gym or the coffee shop, which is obviously not what is happening now.

Except for the driver in the front row, there were only Margaret and her upcoming big-breasted coach.

With this full-time driver who is best at throwing paparazzi, Margo was able to leave Beverly Hilton without attracting any paparazzi's attention and tailing.

Now he even dared to trick an exceptionally honest big-breasted sweetheart into the car.

The honest man finally stopped blushing, "This lady—"

"Marguerite Adjani."

"Miss Adjani, I'm Steven Rogers, and I have no experience as a personal trainer."

"But your muscles are much more beautiful than those professional personal trainers."

Inexplicably, Margaret found his name familiar.

So I didn't notice, because of her words, honest Steven blushed again.

But what Margot said was indeed true. His strong and powerful muscles seemed to be at the peak of what a human being could achieve.

But the main reason why Margaret chose him was his sincere eyes like an old antique.

This gentleman looks too decent, and his eyes are a little sad, which makes you feel inexplicably as if you are sorry for him.

After Charles Xavier, Margaret felt as if she had met a sparkling Holy Father again.

Fortunately, one of these two has a beautiful little face, and the other is a sweetheart with big breasts, but their appearance is equally outstanding.

Since you really need to find a personal trainer, trying to look good is a reasonable request, right?

As soon as the bulletproof nanny car parked outside the Beverly Hills mansion, Brian Lord's blue sports car stopped in another parking space.

Before the agent who looked like a fried cat asked, Margo spoke first, "This is the personal trainer I found for myself, what do you think?"

Brian Lord put his hands on his waist and almost couldn't bring it up, but he still had to persuade, "Margo, this is the critical moment of the Oscar PR battle, and anyone who appears next to you has to go through strict identity check."

This is not sensational. In the Oscar public relations battle, it is not surprising that all parties involved come and go, and use any means. Cheating, drug use, domestic violence, and messing with babysitters, I don’t know how many scandals are public relations wars The big news that broke out.

Moreover, the William Morris Economic Company, which has always been at odds with CAA, is also eager to try to ruin Adjani's reputation, so as to attack his long-time opponent Brian Lord.

Because of the large-scale malicious job-hopping incident a month ago, CAA also wanted to crush William Morris Brokerage Company under its feet.

Not to mention others, such as Daniel Day-Lewis, who was shortlisted for the Golden Globe and Oscar for Best Actor this year with "In the Name of Love", followed his agent to the William Morris agency.

This is of course a certain loss for CAA.

That's why Brian Lord is so strong, and he must let Margaret make history again at the Oscars.

And Margaret, the newly-promoted Golden Globe actress, is putting her hand under Steven Rogers' face, as if holding his chin, "Brian, you answer me sincerely, this face looks Do you look like a malicious guy?"

A decent face with edges and corners that can almost play a superhero, a pair of innocent and gentle eyes, long straight legs, strong and reliable muscles, and his upright standing posture like a soldier.

All in all, this gentleman seemed more righteous than anyone in the room.

Brian Lord was silent for a while, "To be honest, he looks a lot like the Captain America I liked when I was young. I still have those posters and postcards."

The driver who hadn't left suddenly said, "I heard that Captain America was rescued from the Arctic Ocean not long ago, and then woke up after thawing, but no one knows where he is now."

It seems that this middle-aged Mr. Driver is also a fanatical supporter of Captain America.

"What's the name of Captain America?" The French girl Marguerite stared at the personal trainer she tricked, "His name is Steven Rogers."

The two middle-aged American team fanatics didn't understand Margaret's meaning for a while.

A few seconds later, Margaret heard her agent, CAA tyrant, Hollywood bigwig Brian Lord, with a voice like an old cat whose tail had been stepped on, "Captain!"

Steven Rogers was taken aback by him, obviously not expecting the madness of his middle-aged fanatical followers.

Margaret: She doesn't care!Even Captain America has to be her personal trainer!