The Ritz-Carlton, Los Angeles.

The sumptuous and palatial room has a large round waterbed, surrounded by a pink veil as thin as a cicada's wing.

On the round red bed, two iron pipes cross to form a tent-shaped arc, and several red cloth bands are hung on the iron pipes, which look like swings but have two more "hanging rings".

Next to the waterbed swayed a variety of tools.

The dim and soft pink light fills the room with an ambiguous style and atmosphere.

A young and beautiful woman, dressed in a lace silk pajamas, reclined lazily on the bed.

There were still a few drops of water left on the ends of her tan hair.

Apparently just out of the bath.

The woman casually picked up the remote control on the table next to her and turned on the TV opposite.

She searched for a long time before she found a sports channel.

The Sports Channel happened to be replaying yesterday's NBA regular-season opener.

Although she doesn't usually pay much attention to basketball games, she still meets the people she wants to meet on TV.

The wind-chasing teenager in the number 22 jersey.

The teenager's every move touched her heart all the time, making her heart surging.

At this time, an old man with gray hair came out of the bathroom wearing a bath towel.

It's kind of incredible to see Sophie Marceau watching a basketball game.

"When did you like watching basketball?"

he said, then walked to the bed, picked up the remote control, and prepared to turn off the TV and get to bed.

Sophie Marceau's beautiful eyes rolled and snatched the remote control from the man's hand.

When Andrei Zurasky saw her appearance, his heart was suddenly a little annoyed, and a nameless evil fire suddenly surged into his heart.

Riding directly head-on, her wide body completely covered Sophie Marceau's vision of watching TV.

He held the back of Sophie Marceau's head with one hand, and roamed unbridled on her body with the other, like a ghost in the night.

From the neck to the cheeks, Andrei Zurasky kissed wildly all the way, not sparing a single place.

But with his fierce movements, Sophie Marceau was expressionless, and her eyes did not blink, as if she had already become accustomed to it.

"What else can you do but spit on me?" she said lightly.

Just one sentence, as if it instantly pierced Andrei Zurasky's heart, striking him to the point where he was powerless to resist.

After a while, the great director Andrei Zurasky still stopped the movement in his hand, turned over, and smoked his cigar depressedly.

Sophie Marceau was already numb.

She debuted at the age of 14, which can be described as becoming famous at a young age, but her acting path has always been very narrow, and as she rises older, her acting career has not improved at all.

Later, I met the great director Andrei Zulasky, and only then got rid of his previous limitations and went to the road of international movie stars.

At the age of 18, with infinite admiration and gratitude for the director, Sophie Marceau agreed to Andrei Zurasky's request for communication.

At first, she still had great expectations and yearning for this relationship, but later, she found that Andrei Zurasky turned out to be a castrated person, and had no ability to be a man at all!

Even every time he travels and travels, Andrei Zurasky always books such a hotel full of love, but he is still unable to change the final result.

Between the two, nothing really happened.

Slowly, Sophie Marceau also began to dislike this relationship, and now the reason why she is still Andrei Zurasky's nominal girlfriend is completely because of his contacts and resources in the film and television industry.

But her heart has always longed for true love, longing to meet a real man.

Until that day in the country of weight, she met Zhou Chen, just one side of the relationship, let her day and night haunt her soul, soul does not give up.

Taking advantage of this time to come to Hollywood to film, Sophie Marceau can finally meet Zhou Chen again!

She has booked tickets for tomorrow night's game against the Utah Jazz at the Great Western Forum Arena.

Andrei Zulasky, who was in a state of interest, covered the quilt, turned over, turned off the lights in the room, and slowly said: "Go to bed early, and follow me to the crew tomorrow."

Sophie Marceau ignored him and continued obsessively watching NBA replays on TV.

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