Hollywood Hunter

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【Anti-theft sticker chapter】

"By the way, before Florida, I went to France. It was a company business, but I happened to meet Mitterrand's funeral."

"How do you say this?"

"It's nothing, just found that you look a lot like the former French president."

"I prefer to hear that someone is like me, rather than that I am like someone else."

"Hehe, okay, Mitterrand looks a lot like you," Grace chuckled, and before he could ask, she took the initiative to explain: "I mean you both have a lot of lovers, and you're also very greedy, I always like to date many women at the same time. I heard that Mitterrand has to date several lovers one night in a row, which makes the driver exhausted. Also, who has more lovers than his political enemy Chirac, and even shares a woman ."

"This, I don't share women with other men. Well, if it's a woman, I can consider it."

"Bad guy," Grace said angrily, and added: "However, you have similarities in this regard, and they were all successful. Mitterrand's funeral, his wife, lover, and illegitimate children chose to attend."

Simon rubbed the soft waist under the woman's bottoming shirt and said, "Just to attend?"

Grace wondered: "What about that?"

Simon said: "I thought someone would die for love."

Grace listened to Simon's words, inexplicably emotional, she leaned over and kissed the man's lips, softly showing infatuation: "Unfortunately, I am much older than you, I am destined to die earlier, otherwise, I will give it to you in the future. martyrdom."

"This is not necessarily. I may live shorter than you when being squeezed by so many women all day long. However, don't do this when the time comes. You are old and ugly and come here to sacrifice your love for me. I am very shameless. It is good to be a beautiful little girl even if you sacrifice for love."

Simon deliberately said it hard and looked disgusted, but Grace was not angry, she just posted her familiar body to Simon again, and said seriously: "Okay, I am the President of Elite, and I have the most men. It's a beautiful girl, if it's really like what you said, I'll find some for you to die for."

"Why do I sound like a burial?"

"It's all the same. In short, I will definitely choose the most beautiful one for you."

In the quiet living room, the two of them whispered and were suddenly interrupted by a voice next to them: "Hey, why do I feel like I'm staying with two perverts, both for love and for burial, I'm getting goosebumps. ."

The atmosphere was destroyed, Grace looked at Bryce, who had painted her toes and drove away the waitress, who was still drying a pair of exquisite jade feet, with dissatisfaction in her tone: "Can't you continue to be a mute? "

Bryce was not to be outdone: "No."

Grace regretted bringing Bryce over, and simply turned to Simon: "Shall we go upstairs?"

"certainly."

Simon said, directly holding the woman and stood up from the sofa and walked upstairs, Bryce immediately got up from the sofa, and followed step by step as if you don't want to get rid of me.

Looking at Bryce's figure behind her, Grace suddenly leaned into Simon's ear again, and did not suppress her voice very much: "I know you were very busy in Park City two days ago, you don't do anything tonight, I will bully you. Will Bryce look after you?"

"OK."

Bryce paused when she heard the words, quickly followed, and countered: "Do you think I'm deaf? Besides, it's not certain who bullies who."

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"By the way, before Florida, I went to France. It was a company business, but I happened to meet Mitterrand's funeral."

"How do you say this?"

"It's nothing, just found that you look a lot like the former French president."

"I prefer to hear that someone is like me, rather than that I am like someone else."

"Hehe, okay, Mitterrand looks a lot like you," Grace chuckled, and before he could ask, she took the initiative to explain: "I mean you both have a lot of lovers, and you're also very greedy, I always like to date many women at the same time. I heard that Mitterrand has to date several lovers one night in a row, which makes the driver exhausted. Also, who has more lovers than his political enemy Chirac, and even shares a woman ."

"This, I don't share women with other men. Well, if it's a woman, I can consider it."

"Bad guy," Grace said angrily, and added: "However, you have similarities in this regard, and they were all successful. Mitterrand's funeral, his wife, lover, and illegitimate children chose to attend."

Simon rubbed the soft waist under the woman's bottoming shirt and said, "Just to attend?"

Grace wondered: "What about that?"

Simon said: "I thought someone would die for love."

Grace listened to Simon's words, inexplicably emotional, she leaned over and kissed the man's lips, softly showing infatuation: "Unfortunately, I am much older than you, I am destined to die earlier, otherwise, I will give it to you in the future. martyrdom."

"This is not necessarily. I may live shorter than you when being squeezed by so many women all day long. However, don't do this when the time comes. You are old and ugly and come here to sacrifice your love for me. I am very shameless. It is good to be a beautiful little girl even if you sacrifice for love."

Simon deliberately said it harshly and looked disgusted, but Grace was not angry, she just posted her familiar body to Simon again, and said seriously: "Okay, I'm the President of Elite,

The most notable thing in my subordinates is a beautiful girl. If... it is really like what you said, I will find some for you to die for love. "

"Why do I sound like a burial?"

"It's all the same. In short, I will definitely choose the most beautiful one for you."

In the quiet living room, the two of them whispered and were suddenly interrupted by a voice next to them: "Hey, why do I feel like I'm staying with two perverts, both for love and for burial, I'm getting goosebumps. ."

The atmosphere was destroyed, Grace looked at Bryce, who had painted her toes and drove away the waitress, who was still drying a pair of exquisite jade feet, with dissatisfaction in her tone: "Can't you continue to be a mute? "

Bryce was not to be outdone: "No."

Grace regretted bringing Bryce over, and simply turned to Simon: "Shall we go upstairs?"

"certainly."

Simon said, directly holding the woman and stood up from the sofa and walked upstairs, Bryce immediately got up from the sofa, and followed step by step as if you don't want to get rid of me.

Looking at Bryce's figure behind her, Grace suddenly leaned into Simon's ear again, and did not suppress her voice very much: "I know you were very busy in Park City two days ago, you don't do anything tonight, I will bully you. Will Bryce look after you?"

"OK."

Bryce paused when she heard the words, quickly followed, and countered: "Do you think I'm deaf? Besides, it's not certain who bullies who."

"By the way, before Florida, I went to France. It was a company business, but I happened to meet Mitterrand's funeral."

"How do you say this?"

"It's nothing, just found that you look a lot like the former French president."

"I prefer to hear that someone is like me, rather than that I am like someone else."

"Hehe, okay, Mitterrand looks a lot like you," Grace chuckled, and before he could ask, she took the initiative to explain: "I mean you both have a lot of lovers, and you're also very greedy, I always like to date many women at the same time. I heard that Mitterrand has to date several lovers one night in a row, which makes the driver exhausted. Also, who has more lovers than his political enemy Chirac, and even shares a woman ."

"This, I don't share women with other men. Well, if it's a woman, I can consider it."

"Bad guy," Grace said angrily, and added: "However, you have similarities in this regard, and they were all successful. Mitterrand's funeral, his wife, lover, and illegitimate children chose to attend."

Simon rubbed the soft waist under the woman's bottoming shirt and said, "Just to attend?"

Grace wondered: "What about that?"

Simon said: "I thought someone would die for love."

Grace listened to Simon's words, inexplicably emotional, she leaned over and kissed the man's lips, softly showing infatuation: "Unfortunately, I am much older than you, I am destined to die earlier, otherwise, I will give it to you in the future. martyrdom."

"This is not necessarily. I may live shorter than you when being squeezed by so many women all day long. However, don't do this when the time comes. You are old and ugly and come here to sacrifice your love for me. I am very shameless. It is good to be a beautiful little girl even if you sacrifice for love."

Simon deliberately said it hard and looked disgusted, but Grace was not angry, she just posted her familiar body to Simon again, and said seriously: "Okay, I am the President of Elite, and I have the most men. It's a beautiful girl, if it's really like what you said, I'll find some for you to die for."

"Why do I sound like a burial?"

"It's all the same. In short, I will definitely choose the most beautiful one for you."

In the quiet living room, the two of them whispered and were suddenly interrupted by a voice next to them: "Hey, why do I feel like I'm staying with two perverts, both for love and for burial, I'm getting goosebumps. ."

The atmosphere was destroyed, Grace looked at Bryce, who had painted her toes and drove away the waitress, who was still drying a pair of exquisite jade feet, with dissatisfaction in her tone: "Can't you continue to be a mute? "

Bryce was not to be outdone: "No."

Grace regretted bringing Bryce over, and simply turned to Simon: "Shall we go upstairs?"

"certainly."

Simon said, directly holding the woman and stood up from the sofa and walked upstairs, Bryce immediately got up from the sofa, and followed step by step as if you don't want to get rid of me.

Looking at Bryce's figure behind her, Grace suddenly leaned into Simon's ear again, and did not suppress her voice very much: "I know you were very busy in Park City two days ago. You don't do anything tonight, I will bully you. Will Bryce look after you?"

"OK."

Bryce paused when she heard the words, quickly followed, and countered: "Do you think I'm deaf? Besides, it's not certain who bullies who."

"By the way, before Florida, I went to France. It was a company business, but I happened to meet Mitterrand's funeral."

"How do you say this?"

"It's nothing, just found that you look a lot like the former French president."

"I prefer to hear that someone is like me, rather than that I am like someone else."

"Hehe, okay, Mitterrand looks a lot like you," Grace chuckled, and before he could ask, she took the initiative to explain: "I mean you both have a lot of lovers, and you're also very greedy, I always like to date a lot of women at the same time. I heard that Mitterrand has to date several lovers in a row one night, which makes the driver exhausted. Also, with his political

The enemy Chirac compares who has more lovers, even sharing a woman. "

"This, I don't share women with other men. Well, if it's a woman, I can consider it."

"Bad guy," Grace said angrily, and added: "However, you have similarities in this regard, and they were all successful. Mitterrand's funeral, his wife, lover, and illegitimate children chose to attend."

Simon rubbed the soft waist under the woman's bottoming shirt and said, "Just to attend?"

Grace wondered: "What about that?"

Simon said: "I thought someone would die for love."

Grace listened to Simon's words, inexplicably emotional, she leaned over and kissed the man's lips, softly showing infatuation: "Unfortunately, I am much older than you, I am destined to die earlier, otherwise, I will give it to you in the future. martyrdom."

"This is not necessarily. I may live shorter than you when being squeezed by so many women all day long. However, don't do this when the time comes. You are old and ugly and come here to sacrifice your love for me. I am very shameless. It is good to be a beautiful little girl even if you sacrifice for love."

Simon deliberately said it hard and looked disgusted, but Grace was not angry, she just posted her familiar body to Simon again, and said seriously: "Okay, I am the President of Elite, and I have the most men. It's a beautiful girl, if it's really like what you said, I'll find some for you to die for."

"Why do I sound like a burial?"

"It's all the same. In short, I will definitely choose the most beautiful one for you."

In the quiet living room, the two of them whispered and were suddenly interrupted by a voice next to them: "Hey, why do I feel like I'm staying with two perverts, both for love and for burial, I'm getting goosebumps. ."

The atmosphere was destroyed, Grace looked at Bryce, who had painted her toes and drove away the waitress, who was still drying a pair of exquisite jade feet, with dissatisfaction in her tone: "Can't you continue to be a mute? "

Bryce was not to be outdone: "No."

Grace regretted bringing Bryce over, and simply turned to Simon: "Shall we go upstairs?"

"certainly."

Simon said, directly holding the woman and stood up from the sofa and walked upstairs, Bryce immediately got up from the sofa, and followed step by step as if you don't want to get rid of me.

Looking at Bryce's figure behind her, Grace suddenly leaned into Simon's ear again, and did not suppress her voice very much: "I know you were very busy in Park City two days ago, you don't do anything tonight, I will bully you. Will Bryce look after you?"

"OK."

Bryce paused when she heard the words, quickly followed, and countered: "Do you think I'm deaf? Besides, it's not certain who bullies who."

Looking at Bryce's figure behind her, Grace suddenly leaned into Simon's ear again, and did not suppress her voice very much: "I know you were very busy in Park City two days ago, you don't do anything tonight, I will bully you. Will Bryce look after you?"

"OK."

Bryce paused when she heard the words, quickly followed, and countered: "Do you think I'm deaf? Besides, it's not certain who bullies who."

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