American fame and fortune

At the Hyatt Hotel in Los Angeles, a very ordinary car drove into the underground parking lot. Blake Lively took out his mobile phone, glanced at the room number sent by Martin, got out of the car and entered the special elevator room, and took the elevator to the top floor.

The double elevator doors opened to both sides, and Blake saw her god at a glance.

As soon as she rushed back to Los Angeles from other places, she couldn't wait to come here.

Martin stood at the door, smiling at her.

"ah--"

Black screamed, as if firing a cannonball, he rushed forward.

The man bumped into Martin, and even his feet turned up.

Martin hugged her tightly and carried her into the room.

Blake, the licking dog, opened his mouth and bit Martin's face.

As the door closed, Martin slapped her toned buttocks and said, "Bite in the wrong place!"

Blake let go of his teeth and jumped off him, showing two rows of neat and beautiful teeth: "That's right, I will bite and taste all your places next to each other."

The dog licking of the greedy male god has sublimated to a certain level.

The female fans are very crazy and caring, just let the male god lie flat.

Thus, a plot that can be placed in the Sacred Valley appeared, a story that male gods and female fans could not describe.

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Sherman Oaks, Martin's neighbor Jillian Flynn had a busy day, and it was getting dark back in the Coty community.

In a car parked on the side of the road, the driver's window was lowered, and Bruce shouted over there: "I'm here."

Gillian received a call from Martin during the day, and immediately went to the co-pilot: "Old Bu, what can't be said on the phone?"

Bruce said, "Big news for Entertainment Weekly."

Gillian immediately thought, "I remember Martin and Wanted on the cover of the next issue."

"It's more than that." Bruce roughly said: "Martin and the heroine Blake of "Summer of Jeans" have officially dated, and it has not been revealed yet. How about related news and photos appearing in Entertainment Weekly?"

Jillian is the deputy editor-in-chief of the star page, and immediately expanded on this topic: "I remember that Blake was one of the 16 people who Martin saved directly. Can explode."

Bruce said: "The crew and Warner Bros. will also communicate with Entertainment Weekly. You can help push for a better page."

When the other party sent the news, Gillian also said appropriately: "No problem, I will keep an eye on this matter." She asked again: "Do I need to send reporters to cooperate with you to take pictures?"

Bruce shook his head: "No, I'll give you a photo then."

"I'll wait for your big news." Gillian got out of the car and left, and went straight home.

Bruce took out his mobile phone and called Thomas first. When he was about to call Martin, he edited a text message and sent it in consideration of the old man's strength.

After a while, a message came back from there.

Knowing that Martin was busy, Bruce simply drove to the satellite city of Venice, called Kohler Kardashian on the way, and asked her out for a drink.

Kim was busy and went to New York, so it was easy for Bruce to find reasons and excuses not to ask out his sister, but to call her sister.

At noon the next day, costumers and stylists hired by the crew entered the suite and began styling Blake.

Of course Martin couldn't run away either.

While the hair stylist was doing his hair, Blake asked with concern, "Isn't it your money?"

"No." Martin sat next to her and asked, "Why do you ask that?"

Black lowered his voice: "If they let you pay, I'll go to Dad and ask his project team to reimburse."

Martin stretched out his hand and hooked Black's finger: "It's been a long time since no one cared about me like this."

Blake clasped Martin's finger firmly with his backhand and scratched gently: "You are not only my boyfriend, but also my idol."

Martin can only say that Blake did everything a normal female fan can do.

As for abnormal female fans, it's better not to think about it.

For example, those female fans of Manson are terrible.

Martin asked instead, "What script did your father buy?"

"It's called Elvis and Annabelle." Blake said simply, "A love story."

She also said: "My father is still discussing another project with Warner Bros. I don't know the details. I only know that a school comedy that happened in New York may be filmed as a series."

Martin nodded: "You are very suitable for this style now."

The costumer came in quickly, and carefully selected the casual clothes, which not only fit the personal styles of Martin and Blake, but also highlighted the figures of the two, and made people understand that they were a couple at a glance.

At 3:30 in the afternoon, a group of more than a dozen people set off.

Three commercial vehicles rushed to Malibu Daqian Station first.

Blake got into Martin's Escalade, and Bruce drove past.

On the way, Thomas called: "There are not many people now, so hurry up."

Escalade soon came to the coast not far from Jeffrey's restaurant and stopped in an open space.

The stylist rushed over, took a look at the makeup of Martin and Blake, made an OK gesture to the cameraman, and said, "Let's get started."

Martin took Blake's hand and walked along the coastline to the beach.

Although the two are wearing casual clothes, their well-designed looks are handsome and beautiful enough.

The photographer sets up his camera, not very happy with the light, and shouts, "Put on the shade!"

An assistant immediately took up the visor and took the stage, standing beside Martin and Blake, and walked with them along the seashore.

Blake was mentally prepared, but it was the first time in his life to shoot such a street shoot, so he was inevitably a little nervous.

The photographer reminded: "Blake, relax and be natural, you are going out with Martin on a normal date now."

Black didn't speak, adjusting his breathing and pace.

Martin said softly: "In the future, when we go shopping, we will have ten times more shots than today. Let's get used to it as soon as possible."

Black nodded vigorously, turned around and hooked Martin's neck, raised his feet and kissed him, and then stuck out his tongue without saying Wude.

She did these things smoothly and naturally, her face and body were full of joy from the heart.

The assistant carrying the visor was fed a mouthful of dog food, cursing the words beginning with F in his heart, and had to change the angle constantly to match the two kissing.

The photographer must not only make the photos beautiful enough, but also look like street shots, which is also a test of ability.

After the kiss, Martin took Blake's hand and walked on, chatting about interesting things in Mexico.

Blake couldn't stop laughing at him. If you ignore the visor, it's just ordinary shopping.

The beautiful and cool "street shots" of many celebrities and supermodels are actually taken in this way.

And most of them have fixed media cooperation.

Martin and Blake were lying on the railing by the sea, quietly admiring the sunset.

The photographer has taken nearly a hundred photos, and only about ten will be selected in the end.

Blake watched the sun set on the sea level and said, "It would be nice to watch the sunrise and sunset together like this every day."

According to the normal routine, Martin should say I will always be by your side or something.

But as a man of principle, he said: "So, we have to seize every good moment."

Blake nodded, took the initiative to lean over, and kissed Martin again in the sunset.

An eighteen-year-old girl enjoys the beauty of love to the fullest.

Martin pointed to the famous Malibu Jeffrey Restaurant in the distance, and said, "I've ordered dinner, let's go."

For the sake of better street photography, Blake only ate a little for breakfast and didn't eat at noon.

She was also hungry at the moment, and dragged Martin away: "I want to eat a luxurious meal."

Martin quickened his pace, got on the Escalade together, and shouted: "Old Bu, drive."

Bruce was able to hold his breath: "Wait a while, let the photographer go first."

Martin and Blake could only wait a few minutes for doing one line and loving one line.

The photographer rushed to the restaurant, and after choosing a location, he called.

Bruce just drove over.

The Escalade stopped at the entrance of the restaurant. From the time Martin led Blake out of the car to the moment the two walked into the restaurant with their fingers interlocked, the photographer took the whole process and took dozens of photos.

Martin came to the west side of the restaurant, admiring the beautiful sunset and tasting the food.

The female fan, who was so in love, almost couldn't help the throbbing in her heart, and dragged the male god away to flirt with the sea and the setting sun.

These two are enjoying themselves, and the people outside are still carrying their burdens.

Bruce picked up his cell phone and made a call: "Thomas, tell them to act faster, select the photos and hand them over to me before nine o'clock tonight, and I'll send them to Entertainment Weekly."

"I see." Thomas didn't have time to eat dinner, and greeted the others to get on the business car together: "Let's go, go, go back to the studio, there is still work waiting for us!"

The crew paid the overtime pay in full, and the photographer ate this bowl of rice. He immediately took the equipment into the car and went straight to Burbank.

On the way, Thomas ordered a pizza and asked the store to send it directly to Warner Studios.

He also has to work overtime. All the selected photos must be seen in person before he can rest assured.

At 8:30, Bruce drove Martin and Blake back to the Hyatt Hotel, waited for a while at the entrance of the hotel, and Thomas drove over.

The two met Jillian Flynn in the hotel cafe together.

The latter got the photos, returned home overnight, looked at the pictures and wrote, showing his passion for creating novels.

The new issue of "Entertainment Weekly" is released, and the cover character is Martin's appearance in "Wanted Warrant". The title page chooses a photo of Martin and Blake with their fingers interlocked and enjoying the sunset together.

"After being rescued from gangsters by Martin Davis, Blake Lively chooses to fall in love with her hero!"

At the same time, on Martin's blog, he also posted photos of him and Blake comparing each other.

Bruce sent some photos he took privately of Martin and Blake to Jody and other paparazzi.

The gossip media followed suit.

"Martin and Blake, the darlings of the world."

A typical gossip newspaper like "American Rumor" is even more exaggerated.

"Blake Lively said that Martin was her idol, her hero, and her god, and now she embraces all of these!"