Just when Brooklyn Dyke was at a loss, he suddenly heard a hoarse voice coming from the side.

"Is there anything to eat? That's great, Brooklyn, why are you standing still? Are you injured too? Damn, Andy, you're so rude! I'm injured."

The two turned their heads and saw Marissa Miller yawning while walking. Although her walking posture was a little awkward, she still quickly came to the dining table. She grabbed the ham and toast on the plate with her hands, chewed it a few times before swallowing it. She drank a glass of milk and breathed a long time, "I thought I would die here last night..."

Andy rolled his eyes and asked Brooklyn to sit down and eat. The girl seemed to think of something, and snorted, sat down and started to have breakfast.

Marissa's beautiful eyes glanced back and forth over Andy and Brooklyn, and finally looked at Andy carefully, "Andy, are you a monster?"

Andy looked at the vacuum state, and the spring light burst out by the little t-shirt. She was full of temptation. She glared fiercely, resisted the urge to rectify her on the spot, picked up a sandwich and brought it to the silent Brooklyn, "Eat your breakfast!"

Marissa seemed to see Brooklyn's strangeness, her mouth slightly raised, and she couldn't help but sneer in her heart, and she laughed unceremoniously: "Brooklyn, what's wrong with you? She's so listless, did you eat the "big banana" last night a bit too much?"

Andy's black line looked at Brooklyn, who was blushing at Marisa, and couldn't help but pat his forehead, knowing that it was going to be broken.

Unexpectedly, Brooklyn just gasped for a few times, his chest rose and fell a few times, and then he replied calmly and unceremoniously: "My mouth is not as useful as yours. Besides, the taste of dry retching is not good!"

Seeing that the two were about to break out in war, Andy could only helplessly knock the cup of the goblet with the fork in his hand, "Hi, girls, weren't we having a good time last night? Quarrels are not something that a good girl should do. If anyone is arguing, I'll treat her to a banana breakfast immediately."

After the two women looked at each other with a strange look, they both snorted coldly, but no one started to cause trouble and started to eat breakfast.

After the three of them had breakfast, Marisa still had no intention of changing clothes. She was still a small vacuum t-shirt. She was bare and had a pair of toned long legs. She cooked coffee in the kitchen with barefoot.

Andy looked at Brooklyn, who was silent and looked down, and seemed to have no intention of leaving. Andy scratched her head a little. Shouldn't she keep numbers with each other and go her separate ways? Didn't these two women want to rely on me, right?

For money? It's impossible, they won't do anything like this, and it's not ***** Although he knows that both of them have purpose, he shouldn't have to make a request now, right?

Could it be that I can't bear to give up my big banana, and I wanted to pester myself after tasting the taste last night? Looking at the two of them's hostile attitude towards each other, I really have this idea, right?

While Andy was thinking about it, Marissa Miller twisted her charming body and brought the coffee over. Seeing that there was a cup in front of Brooklyn, Andy couldn't help but nodded secretly, but was a little arrogant.

Marisa sipped the coffee lightly and looked at Brooklyn Dyke opposite her. Seeing her hostility towards her, the little bitch seemed to want to pester Andy and dominate the opportunity. Even if she could not become Andy's official girlfriend due to her age, she would not let this little bitch succeed.

In Andy's eyes, no matter what these two women think, don't expect him to be bound. Long-term **** or underground lovers can consider it.

"Ahem, okay, we all had a wonderful night last night. Although it was a bit ridiculous, our relationship could be maintained until one day you asked not to contact us. Everyone has no objection." Andy knew that he could pull out the birds and leave without explaining anything. After all, it was a matter of your affection. Didn't this be a little bit strong against Brooklyn last night? He didn't want these two women to hate him.

Besides, the request he made was completely his own advantage. As for what they had for him, as long as it was within his ability, he could help him or her. Of course, if he had excessive requests, Andy could only laugh at her.

"I'm fine. I love it so much that I feel like I'm rushing into the sky, my dear." Marissa replied with a charming smile, and said as she rubbed her feet under the table on Andy's calves. Andy resisted her temptation, glared at the woman who started sending SAO, and turned to look at Brooklyn Dyke.

Brooklyn Dyke looked at Marisa and couldn't help but curse, "Bitch, he's just a bitch who sends QING!" He didn't dodge his gaze at Andy, but said in a grievance and shameless tone: "I'm not the kind of person you think!"

"Puff~~~"

Just as Andy was about to comfort her, she heard Marissa Miller sneering contemptuously: "Who are you? Joan of Arc? This is Hollywood! Salem had previously mentioned what happened last night, Andy Smith, the best-selling author, a new billionaire, the hottest topic, young and handsome, with a perfect figure, which of the little bitches who came here didn't want to seduce him?"

Andy frowned, and looked at Brooklyn Dyke's pretty face turned red when he was stripped off by Marisa Miller and his teeth were chewing, slapped the table, stopping Marisa from continuing to speak.

"Okay! Don't argue, Brooklyn, for not respecting your opinion last night... Ahem, I'm sorry, I know you're a good girl, I don't mean anything else, but you're so charming, I don't want to lose you because of what happened last night, can you understand what I want? You said your dream is to make a movie. Although I'm not a big shot in Hollywood, I still have some connections. As a good friend, I will help you realize your dream as much as possible. Of course, beyond my ability, I can't do anything. I hope you can understand."

Brooklyn's eyes were a little red when she heard Andy's words, her lips were trembling slightly, as if she was confused. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something and then held it back. Andy knew that she was still a 19-year-old girl after all, with a thin skin. Perhaps she could not accept this obscure transaction-like relationship for a while, but Andy believed she would figure it out.

"What about you? What do you need me to do?" Andy turned his head and looked at Marisa who was sneering at Brooklyn. He did not go around the corner for her, but asked directly. After all, for people like Marisa Miller who have been struggling in the fashion industry for many years, it is easier to directly click.

"Haha, it's really unlovely. It's true that a genius is coming. I really fall in love with you a little." Marissa circled the edge of the white porcelain coffee cup with her fingers. She had a slight banished look with a slight banished look and lost her luster. She sighed with a sad and bitter smile.

"In 2001, I met Mario Testino, a famous photographer who was surfing on a beach in California. He said that the natural breath on me excited him. Soon a group of beautiful photos with my surfing appeared in Fashion magazine." Looking at Marisa Miller's innocent smile on her face, recalling that perhaps the best time, Andy sipped the coffee and listened quietly, and Brooklyn Dyke also calmed down, but the corner of her lips showed disdain for Marisa's memories.

"Haha, at that time, I thought I would become a star immediately, gave up my ideal of becoming a teacher, and went into the fashion circle without hesitation. Only after entering, I realized that things would be so simple. Becoming a supermodel, that's so easy to be a star, beautiful face? Tall and plump figure? Haha, let alone many girls in the United States, there are countless such girls in California alone. In the end, I understood what is the most important, opportunity! Only opportunity is the most important, but why should you give it to you? Without fame, no background, no connections, where does it come from? If you want an opportunity, you have to find those who have resources, but what can you give them to change the opportunity? Fashion circle, haha, the people who say that they give me the opportunity look at me and want to eat me. They are just interested in my face and body. Whether you give it or not, you have to play with them first and then say that you want to resist? They ban you every minute..."

Marissa Miller seemed to have opened the door to memories and told all the depressions of these years. The expression on Brooklyn Dyke's face, who was originally mocking her in his heart, became dim and empathized with it.

Andy was speechless and could only remain silent. He believed that Marissa said everything from her heart, but he did not have much sympathy and pity. His mind was not 21 years old just like his age. He had already passed the stage of passion. He would not blame those who carried out QIAN rules. After all, he was one of those who would do this with resources, because this is reality.

Who told you to become a celebrity? Who told you to make a lot of money? No one forced you, so don’t complain if you pay the price and change the opportunity!

Marisa looked at Andy, who was silently drinking coffee, with no change in her expression on her face. She couldn't help but show a hint of disappointment in her eyes, and she couldn't help but curse in her heart: "Damn it, why don't you take the bait!"

Brooklyn glanced at Andy's young and handsome face, and seemed to think of something. She was young, but she was not a fool. She quickly understood the intention of Marisa to say these words, and cursed her scheming bitch. Thinking of her previous hostility towards her, she sneered: "It's really shameless to sleep with others for the opportunity."

Marisa looked at Brooklyn with a wry smile and said, "Not everyone can be as lucky as you. She can sign up for Sports Illustrated at this age and have the opportunity to come to Hollywood to realize her ideals. Besides, you don't have to laugh at me. If I really accept the conditions of those people, I will not be at the level of being lukewarm."

"Hmph, who knows!" Brooklyn wrapped her arms around her chest and sneered, not caring about how attractive the pair of 36C peaks squeezed by her arms were.

"you----"
Chapter completed!