Rebirth In Hollywood

"We do have a big plan to reintegrate the worldview and try to put some of Marvel's most famous superheroes into the same world."

As soon as he got out of Los Angeles International Airport, Ryan was blocked by reporters in front of the car, so he had to answer a few "X-Men" and surprising questions, "Don't ask about the specific plan, I won't tell you, it's a commercial secret. "

Ryan's joke drew laughter from many people.

"Mr. Jenkins, I wonder if you have seen the voice on the Internet? Many of your fans have suggested that you play Peter Parker." Another reporter asked.

"I can only say sorry to them, "Spider-Man" will soon hold a large-scale audition, and I currently have a "Star Wars" contract to fulfill."

After that, Ryan got into the car, and the car quickly left the airport and drove onto the road to Beverly Hills.

Looking back at the cars and motorcycles that followed, Ryan shook his head, not planning to get rid of these guys, after all, he went straight home.

When the car was about to enter Beverly Hills, the mobile phone suddenly rang, and Ryan glanced at the number displayed, which was from Jenkins Manor.

"Ryan?" It was Lisa's voice.

"it's me."

"Where have you been, can you come back soon?" The housekeeper seemed anxious.

"What happened?" Ryan was very surprised. Lisa was shrewd and capable, and she was a good hand in entertaining guests and dealing with affairs in the manor.

"Nicole is here, now..." She paused, sighed and said, "You better come back soon."

Nicole is not very good tempered. I ran to Jenkins Manor in a rage, shouldn't it...

moment. A picture appeared in Ryan's head. The manor was full of gasoline barrels. Nicole Kidman stood at the entrance of the manor with a torch in hand. After a few resentments, he threw the torch into the gasoline barrel. One of the most luxurious estates in Mount Foley was burned to ashes by a raging fire, witnessed by countless televised footage.

The news spread all over the world. The overwhelming accusations and criticisms completely drowned the two...

Well, I think too much, even if Nicole hates herself to a certain extent, she shouldn't do anything too extreme.

As for the accusations and criticisms that appear after the exposure,

Who cares about them!

Thinking of these miscellaneous things, Ryan walked into the front hall of the villa, and Lisa was walking around anxiously. Next to her were several huge suitcases.

What is this doing?

Ryan frowned and looked at the housekeeper.

"Nicole brought it here." Lisa explained in the simplest terms, "It's all the things you put in your original home..."

"Where's Nicole?"

As soon as the words came out, footsteps came from the stairs, slender and straight legs, golden red hair and pale face. Appeared one after another.

"Lisa, open the showcase." Nicole didn't even look at Ryan. "Help me pack the golden statuette and throw away all the pictures of me and that bastard."

The golden statuettes obtained through "Eileen Brockovich" have always been placed in the showcase here.

talking. She pulled up a chair and walked to the wall opposite the gate of the villa. Standing on the chair, he quickly took off a huge photo frame and threw it on the floor with a loud bang.

Countless cracks appeared on the glass mirror of the photo frame, splitting the two people in the group photo into countless pieces...

Standing there silently, Ryan didn't say a word. He knew Nicole's temper, and the anger that had accumulated for a long time would definitely be vented.

"George, I have fired the people you were looking for." Nicole said to herself, "Don't do those boring things in the future."

Mr. Bodyguard scratched his head very rarely, looking a little embarrassed.

"Nicole, that has nothing to do with George..."

Before the words were finished, Ryan was greeted with a pair of cold pale blue eyes, followed by even colder words, "We are finished, Ryan, from now on, we... No, it's me and you, no No longer a couple, no longer sister and brother! It doesn't matter..."

This voice seemed to come from the deepest part of the Antarctic, and it was cold without a trace of emotion.

"I really regret it! Why did I pick you up from the Avenue of Stars in the first place? If I could choose once, I would never do the same thing!"

Other words can be ignored, but this sentence hit Ryan's heart, and he couldn't help but take a few steps forward.

"Do you really think so, Nicole?" He stared at the Australian girl, his brows furrowed, and his face became gloomy.

Just like in 1994, the sunny and handsome face was gradually shrouded in shadows.

"Gentle? Humble? Helpful? Ryan, do you think I don't know what kind of person you are?" Nicole stared at him without showing weakness, and a lot of negative words spewed out of her mouth, "Benefits come first. , narrow-minded, ruthless... Now, do you want to deal with me as an enemy? Even if you do it well, do you think I will be afraid of you? Will I still care about you?"

Sure enough, the person who knows herself best in this world is Nicole, just like she said, I'm not a good person at all...

The wry smile on the corner of his mouth shattered the dark shadows, and Ryan sighed softly, "Nicole, you know, I won't do anything against you..."

"Really? Haven't you done enough?" The Australian girl slapped the hanger next to her. "Disappear from me, Ryan, never again! Disappear! Now! Immediately!"

Seeing a hint of red oozing slowly from the slender white and tender hands, Ryan said quickly, "I'll leave now! I promise to disappear immediately!"

Nicole understands him, he understands Nicole as well, and God knows what she will do in hysteria.

Don't show up for a while. Without any hesitation, Ryan turned and walked towards the door.

Just as George on the other side was about to follow, Nicole's voice rang again, "George, stay here and help me pack up!"

Turning his head, Ryan gave George a wink. After leaving the villa, he walked out of the manor through the back door.

Fortunately, the hat and sunglasses have not been taken off. This is Beverly Hills, where celebrities are full of celebrities. Ryan was not worried about being watched, and walked slowly towards the periphery of the villa, but on his face that was still cheerful in the past, there was a lot of writing on it. Depressed.

Although it was expected before returning to Los Angeles, but things really happened, not depressed or irritable, so how is it possible?

Even though he has always maintained a fairly calm mind, in the end, he is still a normal person, with illusions, depression, and greed in his heart.

Likewise, Ryan is determined, and giving up and pointless grief would not be an option for him.

What belongs to you will belong to you after all, no one can take it away, and you can't escape!

He was muttering along the way, not only to encourage himself, but also to anesthetize his aching heart.

Walking to the periphery of Beverly Hills, the number of pedestrians and vehicles gradually increased. Occasionally, cold drink shops and burger shops could be seen on the roadside, but the sun that moved to the center and the growling stomach kept reminding Rui. Well, it's time for lunch.

Looking for a fast food restaurant on the street, Ryan was going to buy a hamburger, but he searched all over his pockets. Except for the checkbook, he couldn't find not only a credit card, but even a dollar.

These things have always been under George's control, and there is almost no place where he usually uses cash.

I seem to have a tendency to turn into a life idiot?

Laughing at himself, Ryan beckoned behind him, and when the bodyguard came over, he said, "John, do you have any cash?"

Receiving the banknotes handed over by the bodyguard, Ryan asked for two chicken thigh burgers and a cup of Coke. He walked to the small park not far away with the paper bag. After he and the bodyguard left a distance, the burger shop owner used the fastest speed. , made a call.

This is Los Angeles, and there are people everywhere who make extra money by tipping off.

Sitting on a bench under the shade of a tree, Ryan took out a hamburger and solved the lunch problem. Although neither of them liked this kind of food, it felt good to eat it once in a while.

"You...you are..."

A young man passing by glanced here and stopped unconsciously, "You are Ryan!"

"Shh..." Ryan gave him a finger.

"Hello, Ryan." The young man was still calm, and took the initiative to stretch out a hand.

"Hello!" Ryan shook his hand lightly. Seeing that the other party didn't mean to leave, he simply pointed to his side, "Please sit down! You are..."

"My name is Gene."

"It turned out to be Jean." The name seemed familiar.

After the other party sat down, he stared at the hamburger in his hand in surprise. Ryan didn't care, "Have you eaten lunch?"

"No." Gene shook his head.

"You're lucky enough." Ryan handed the paper bag over, "I'll treat you today, a chicken thigh burger... Well, it's simpler."

"No, no." The other party was obviously also a bold person, took out the hamburger and took a big bite, "If I send the news out, I don't know how many people will envy it."

"Are you a reporter?"

"Actually, I'm the head of one of your supporter groups."

Hearing what the other party said, Ryan gradually remembered something, "Gene... oh, I remember, I heard Pat mentioned your name."

"Well, in order to celebrate our encounter..." Ryan opened the paper bag, but there was only one glass of Coke. Just as he was about to wave to the bodyguard behind, Gene suddenly reminded him, "Ryan, it seems... there seems to be The reporter is here."

It's not like, it's true that there are reporters here, and the number seems to be quite large.

These guys have a really good sense of smell!

Seeing the entertainment reporter, Ryan knew that he had come this way, and he must have been recognized by many people, and many of them would definitely tip off the reporter paparazzi.

However, he didn't care much. After all, the bodyguards were scattered around, and these guys wanted to take pictures and let them take pictures.

What Ryan didn't expect was that there was even a TV broadcast car driving over. This is too exaggerated, isn't it? (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote for recommended votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please read it.) 9 ()