Daily life of an American TV drama agent

The fat girl looked sideways at Caroline. The fat on her body trembled violently as she raised her upper body while speaking. She pretended to be surprised and exaggerated: "Did you just say Channing? Caroline Channing? Wait a minute. Wait, are you that Caroline Channing?"

At this time, everyone around him looked over, with meaningful expressions on their faces.

Caroline lowered her chest and explained in a low voice, "Yes, I personally called the organizer and asked, and my name must be there."

She almost cried.

The fat girl looked down at the list, followed the names one by one with her fingers, and chanted loudly: "Channing...Channing...Channing...No, I didn't see the name 'Caroline Channing'."

Caroline was speechless, holding her forehead in embarrassment.

"Shh~ maybe under my name, Max Black, we are together." Mike glared at the fat girl who was deliberately looking for trouble, and pointed at Caroline with his finger.

The fat girl still went her own way and pronounced Caroline's last name louder.

Caroline was ashamed: It would be great if there really was a Prince Charming, but just think about it and you know how it is possible? Reality is not a fairy tale~

The princess knew this when she was kicked out of her castle.

At this moment, a clear voice sounded from the door: "Shut up, if you dare to shout 'Caroline Channing' one more time, I will pull your windpipe out of your throat and strangle you, and finally tie it on." Bow tie!”

Caroline turned around and shouted in surprise: "Ron!"

Then she threw herself into Ron's arms. She had suffered too many hardships this night, and now, her Prince Charming finally appeared.

Max said with an arrogant touch: "It's 100 times more violent than it sounds."

"Good boy, it's okay, I'm here." Ron patted Caroline's back gently and stared sharply at the assistant who was the party planner behind the fat girl.

"If I remember correctly, the party planner should be Paul Platt, right?" After getting a nod from his assistant, Ron continued: "Now tell him that Ron Lee Cooper wants to attend the party, Bingsuke is taking two female companions, hurry up!"

Overwhelmed by Ron's momentum, the assistant pulled the microphone and whispered the name to his boss for a while. Ron watched with satisfaction as the young assistant's mouth opened wider and wider.

"Sorry, Mr. Cooper, I will arrange for you to enter now, and Paul will come out to apologize to you later," the young assistant guided Ron to the security entrance knowingly.

"So, can you please not bring your gun in? Paul specifically told me not to let you bring weapons in."

"Of course, how can you bring a gun to a dance~" Ron opened his hand and allowed two staff members to check him with metal detectors one after the other.

As expected, nothing was found, and the assistant's expression became particularly ugly.

Because his boss made it very clear on the phone that this person carries a weapon at all times, but he must not be allowed to bring the weapon in. He does not want Ron to stuff that thing into any hole in his body again. inside.

"Can we go in?" Ron looked at his assistant with a smirk on his face.

"Of course..." Even the metal detector didn't find anything. Naturally, there was no reason to continue to block it. He had no choice but to let him go. However, he still worriedly called two bodyguards and asked them to follow Ron: "This way please."

"Bah~"

Walking through the security checkpoint, Ron was attacked on the left and right sides of his face at the same time. Caroline and Max kissed him on the left and right, which made him feel one step closer to having fun with the three of them.

"If you hadn't come here, I would have taken Caroline and pretended to be a staff member to sneak in," Max said in surprise: "Ron, I didn't expect you to actually know Paul, the king of the party!"

"King of the Party?" Ron chuckled and shook his head: "So he still has this nickname. I always thought that his main business was to be a broker between various capital parties. I didn't know him, but occasionally he forgot When it’s time to pay taxes, I will kindly remind him.”

Of course, Ron's only way to remind him is to put the metal barrel into the other person's mouth or anus and ask him rudely when he can get the money.

This is why Paul repeatedly stresses having his assistants check his weapons, especially after he recently suffered from hemorrhoids.

"Girls," Ron gently supported the waists of the two beauties: "I know you are here with business today, so you can ignore me and go about your business~ I wish you success. "

This gentleman's performance once again won him two passionate kisses. Looking at the two women disappearing from the ball, Ron turned around and looked at the two bodyguards who were following him maliciously, as if they were looking at prisoners. One glance.

He didn't like being followed by people with this kind of attitude, and he had to teach them a lesson.

The two big black men immediately felt their anus tighten.

"You...what are you going to do?!" After many years of bodyguard career, they realized that Ron was not a character that was easy to mess with when they first saw him.

Ron spread his hands in a friendly manner: "I accidentally drank too much champagne. How about I go to the toilet? Do you want to come together?"

The two black guys looked at each other, how many minutes have you been in? Drink some damn champagne? !

"Of course, sir." Frightened by the orders on their bodies, they still planned to follow.

The dance party had just begun. Ron walked into the bathroom and it was empty. Just as he wanted, when the two bodyguards also came in, Ron did not go to the toilet. Instead, he turned around and looked at the two black guys. Laugh.

They laughed so hard that they both said, "You...what are you going to do?"

"Do you know what crows fly on a plane?" Ron smirked, and without waiting for their answer, he took a few steps back, and then stepped heavily on the ground in front of him with his other foot.

His entire body immediately switched to a state of forward acceleration. In just six steps, Ron had already reached his maximum speed, just after the two bodyguards took a defensive posture.

Ron jumped up high in the horrified gazes of the two people, and stretched out his eyes with his hands like clasps. After attracting their attention, he immediately relied on his strong waist and abdominal strength to lean back and quickly lift his knees. Kneel out.

He knelt heavily on their chests.

"Crack!"

Ron seemed to hear the sound of his sternum breaking.

The two bodyguards fell to the ground and could not stand up again. Ron stretched out comfortably: "If you don't remind me, I forgot. Paul didn't seem to have paid enough taxes last year, so he happened to work overtime~"

The bathroom door opened, and an old man walked in tremblingly. He was instantly startled by the scene inside.

"The sanitary floor is too slippery, so be careful when walking. Stan Lee, my brother likes you very much."