East Coast Time in America.

22:00 pm.

The entrance to the Central Hilton Hotel.

"yawn……"

John Smith yawned a yawn in Los Angeles [Hollywood Entertainment] New York special correspondent.

He looked at the smart bracelet on his hand and asked a colleague beside him, "Sefrosa has been in for three hours? Isn't it?"

The colleague said: "To be precise, it was two hours and 56 minutes, and I calculated it with the time."

"Hmm... he should have come out, right? Guess which supermodel this playboy would bring? If he brought it out, that supermodel will spread throughout the Federation and Europe tomorrow. It's really terrifying to think about it. If you are with him, you will never lack exposure..." John Smith talked to his colleagues.

"Yes. I think it should be Kendall Jenner. That fierce, that face, that waist...the most important thing is that buttock! Just thinking about it, I can be hard!" said the colleague who was talking to him.

"I like the plastic surgery face of Taylor Hill Kendall Jenner, I don't like it..."

"Haha! You don't understand. The most important thing is that your butt is big enough, that's enough!"

Hearing this colleague's argument, John Smith couldn't help but look at the colleague's face carefully.

Well... it's a bit black. But it's not particularly black. It may have black blood. If that's the case, it's okay to like big ass. The old blacks in the NBA love this.

"Let's wait and see! Let's see which type of gentleman likes. Or which supermodel can be lucky enough to be on the headlines tomorrow." John Smith said to this colleague at the end.

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East Coast Time in America.

00:15 am.

"I can't come out yet..." a female paparazzi reporter complained.

"Don't you want us to sleep?" said another middle-aged white man.

The entrance of the Central Hilton Hotel was still shining with light as daylight. However, the characters waiting for these many reporters have been slow to come out. Many celebrities emerged in the middle, including some well-known Hollywood stars. After all, the Hilton Hotel was only booked out on the 5th floor, not on the entire hotel.

However, the reporters lack interest in these celebrities. It is normal to think about it. If there is a big cake in front of you, a small candy will pass by next to you.

Few people will be interested in small candy.

John Smith only felt that the late night in New York at the end of November was getting colder. Although it was already very wise to put on the down jacket early, John Smith still felt the cold.

He stamped his feet.

He said to the colleague who was a little old black blood next to him: "I can't come out yet! What's this guy doing inside? Is he messing around with the Victoria's Secret supermodels all over the class?"

"Impossible?! That's too ridiculous. And many of the supermodels here are married. Even if they are fooling around, they won't participate, right?"

The unsure of the peers of Lao Hei's bloodline.

"uh-huh……"

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East Coast Time in America.

3:45 am.

John Smith had been fighting with his upper and lower eyelids. He looked at the gate of the radiant Central Hilton Hotel in a long time without anyone coming in and out.

"I said..." The old black colleague suddenly poked John Smith and handed him something in his hand, "Do you want to have a mouthful?"

"Is it so big?" John Smith suddenly became energetic.

"This is great! Brother, give me a bite!"

"uh-huh……"

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East Coast Time in America.

The entrance to the Central Hilton Hotel.

6:45 am.

More than 60% of the reporters at the door had dispersed, and most of them could not resist leaving at three or four o'clock.

Only some paparazzi reporters with strong will were left, hiding in the car, closely watching the streets of Manhattan, New York in the early morning, and the Hilton Hotel opposite.

There were almost no pedestrians outside.

In addition to the occasionally passing city wild dogs, there are also city mice...

Only the early sanitation workers and garbage trucks have started working.

John Smith left his car and ran into the carriage where Old Black was traveling with him, and the two of them were crowded together.

Next to him is the witness of the friendship between the two people last night, the remains after the grass.

“I won’t come out yet…”

"Will that guy really be in a bunch of women last night? mother***!!fxxkk!"

“…”

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East Coast Time in America.

9:00 am.

After listening to the entrance of the Central Hilton Hotel for several hours, the crowd began to re-enter. A large number of new guests stayed in, as well as old guests who were about to leave, gathered at the entrance.

It's very lively.

Inside this Ford Focus sedan on the side of the road, John Smith and his old black slept soundly.

The two of them persisted until 7:00 in the morning. At that time, even the energy after the fun of the grass could not withstand the fatigue of their bodies. Then both of them slept soundly and slept until now.

Just when John Smith was dreaming that he was holding a Taylor Hill on his left and a Lima on his right, and was about to stab him with a gun.

Suddenly, two supermodels in his arms exploded, blowing him up all over, and suddenly scaring him to death.

He was shocked and woke up and rubbed his eyes. Before he could fully wake up, he got goose bumps all over his body, because he saw the man who had been waiting for them for one night at the entrance of the Central Hilton Hotel, finally walked out of the hotel with a proud look on his face.

"Hey! Jack! Get up quickly, that guy is out! Sefrosa is out! Fxxk! Get up quickly, don't blame me for not reminding you later. I've been waiting for one night, and I'm sorry for the hard work of the whole night if I don't take a few photos!"

While beating Lao Hei next to him, he shouted and took his shooting equipment, jumped out of the car and rushed towards the hotel door.

If you look up at this time, you will see the street near the gate of the originally quiet Hilton Hotel. Suddenly, it seemed like you had a hornet's nest, and suddenly there were many paparazzi reporters holding camera machinery emerging from the cars parked next to you or from the grass on the side of the road.

That look like a lot of evil dogs, and I saw a bunch of fragrant bones.

Crazy and horrible!

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Abel was comfortable in body and mind.

Abel was extremely happy.

The little Mr. Sefrosa, who is quietly savoring, can prove this. Last night, it experienced the different scenery and scenery of dozens of caves in one night.

Some are twists and turns, but there is a cave in the depths of the peach blossom; some are straight lines, like a line of sky, which can make people go straight to the bottom; some are thick and thin, and the walls of the cave are covered with various buds, which squeeze the little Mr. Sefrosa so that they foam in various postures; some are very thin at the entrance, but the inside is very thick; some are in turn, the entrance is very thick, but the small Mr. Sefrosa is a little difficult to pass through; some are like conch passages, twists and turns...

Just like there are no two completely similar people in the world, Abel dared to say very responsibly that there are no completely similar caves in the world after experiencing last night.

But explore them.

It's a great pleasure.

Abel was there.

Mr. Sefrosa gave a crazy thumbs up!

It was precisely because of this extremely pleasant experience that when he left the hotel early in the morning, he was in a good mood when facing a large group of crazy reporters who were flocking to him and was even willing to accept their interviews for the first time.

He signaled Andrees and Craig outside, and let a little reporter come in for an interview.

Andres and Craig looked at each other and nodded. Then some reporters who looked less threatening were put into the bodyguard circle and isolated about two meters away from Abel.

The reporters shouted wildly in excitement and asked Abel:

"Mr. Seifrosa! You stayed at the Hilton Hotel last night! Which model's room was resting in? Is it Taylor Hill or Kendall Jenner!"

"Mr. Seifrosa! I am the Hollywood Gossip Daily. Do you think Adria Anna Lima is more suitable for this year's closing ceremony model, or come back to participate, this year's Super Victoria's Secret show Gisele Bundchen is more suitable."

"Which supermodel do you think has a more sexy figure?!"

"Hello! Mr. Sefrosa! We hope to give you an exclusive interview. Which supermodel are you more satisfied with?"
To be continued...