hollywood billionaire

Chapter 365 Good
"Mascara? I can't see the difference at all, hahahaha, they are both black! I can see the difference when I apply it, this one looks longer, this one looks thicker, but when I bought it... …Hmmmmmm, I don’t know!”

"Ok, this is my most important, mainstay snack - Entenmann's, chocolate chip cookies, original recipe. My dad has been eating this since he was a kid, so I have it every time I go to a show... Oh, how can I Can't open it? It's too embarrassing, I'm really not good at opening this kind of box."

"Have you ever been grounded by your parents? No, it's never happened. I'm a good kid, really."

"Hungarian, for sure, my mother tongue. Then...English and German, relatively fluent. In addition, I can also speak a little French and Japanese. I learned French in Paris, and Japanese is based on anime...oh , No, believe me, if you had heard my accent, you wouldn’t think how powerful I am.”

"I haven't seen it yet...Well, I'm not the type who particularly likes sports. Whether it's the Lakers or the Clippers...is it called the Clippers? I haven't seen a game, and I don't even know how to vote. Where to buy it.”

Maybe it was to prove that they had put aside their prejudices and grudges against each other, or maybe it was to let the other party see that they were getting over this unfortunate relationship and no longer think about issues related to Han Yi. After the most important conversation between the two ended with the slogan "Never look back," Barbara and Madison were in no hurry to say goodbye to each other.

The Hungarian supermodel stayed in the Long Island musician's room for about two hours, going through all the topics that could be discussed, until the glass bottomed out for an unknown number of times, and no amount of alcohol could keep it from getting wet. After her throat became drier, Barbara took off her bathrobe, put on her sneakers, and prepared to return to her room.

"Are you sure you want to go back to your room?"

Madison held on to the door frame, with a hint of worry in his eyes that could barely open under the dual effects of fatigue and alcohol.

"You couldn't even walk straight just now."

Half a bottle of whiskey was mixed with half a bottle of margarita, and mixed with an unknown number of milliliters of red wine. It was one thing to have a bloated stomach, but the brain was under the triple action of taurine, guarana and ethanol. It's another thing to feel like hundreds of raging bulls are rampaging and messing up your originally calm and rational thinking.

"I didn't expect that either."

why?

Han Yi first raised his eyebrows in surprise. After a few seconds, he frowned slightly when he saw the Hungarian girl's current embarrassed appearance.

"It's really no problem. Go get some rest, Maddie."

"I'm fine. I didn't put my shoes on just now. They just got a little wet." Barbara waved her hand and signaled Madison to go back to the room. "I have to go back to remove my makeup, otherwise it will all be spent."

Barbara could choose to leave quickly after chatting about relationships, she could choose to spend the night in Madison's room, or she could choose to stay for another hour, ten minutes, or even thirty seconds. None of the above choices would put her in the current situation.

Han Yi looked at Barbara in the least offensive way possible, with a somewhat complicated expression.

"Barbara?"

"I didn't leave the hotel, just in Wynn...in someone else's room."

"You're not wearing makeup."

Han Yi was relieved.

"Hi, Yi..."

Seeing the other party's performance, Barbara felt an inexplicable joy in her heart. She took a deep breath to ensure that she would not hold back her laughter, and then pointed to the entrance to the floor corridor behind Han Yi. .

"without me……"

Barbara took a deep breath, held on to the wall, and trudged out of the slowly opening elevator door.

"Go out to play?"

"Did I not put on makeup?" Barbara touched her cheek and suddenly realized, "Sure enough, I didn't put on makeup... Well, it's okay. I've already walked out. The room is just one floor below. Don't worry, it's very safe."

This may be one of the important reasons why Wynn Hotel Group is able to thrive in both casino cities in the Eastern and Western Hemispheres.

Find the elevator you came from, insert the card, and press the 56th floor - although the total height of the Wynn Hotel is only 50 floors, Barbara does indeed live on the 56th floor. The reason is simple. In Chinese, four is not an auspicious number, so Wynn directly erased all floor numbers starting with "four" and replaced them with "five".

At 56: in the morning, Barbara inserted the room card and pressed the th floor button. The elevator bell rang and she walked out of the car. She happened to meet someone who had just finished the first day's summary meeting with the core team at the Sahara Hotel. She was tired. Han Yi's body returned to the room.

"Bye, good night."

Seeing the door of the suite closing in front of her eyes, Barbara exhaled the breath with the highest alcohol content in her life, blinked her eyes hard, shook her arms, and was fully prepared to warm up, and then she hit the 12-point mark. Spirit, tracing a straight line with his feet in the corridor.

"After you."

If there is more than one way to do something, and one of them will lead to disaster, someone will choose that way.

Once a person is unlucky, he will squeeze his teeth when drinking cold water. He originally wanted to show Han Yi a calm smile, but when he grinned, a loud wine burp came out.

"Okay...then take care of yourself, Barbie, and call me right away if you need anything."

"Shall we?"

"Oh." Han Yi pursed his lips, nodded slightly, and said no more.

Go back quickly, go straight to the bathroom, spit out all the excess alcohol you have ingested, then simply wash up, go to sleep, get up tomorrow, complete the last filming tasks, directly book the latest flight back to New York, and leave this world of right and wrong. Land, never to be seen again...

She thinks it's a straight line, but it's actually a little better than San Francisco's Jiuquhua Street.

Barbara had experienced situations where she was unable to speak many times, but this was the first time that the thoughts in her brain that could not be heard by others simply shut down and returned to zero.

"Is it really okay?"

“Megyek hányni…”

"I didn't expect you to live on this floor." Barbara bit her lower lip hard, using the pain to relieve her embarrassment.

He told Madison...he likes me?
He...can't let me go?
Is it true, or is it just a random reason to make Madison give up?

Of course, Barbara didn't have the energy to think about this detail at the moment. Her mind was completely occupied by another thing.

Barbara, who originally planned to tell the truth, suddenly changed her mind after meeting Han Yi's eyes filled with multiple emotions.

"I will, goodnight."

But she chose the most disastrous one.

Remember Murphy's Law?

"Come back so late?"

"Yeah, I'm off to the meeting."

"music Festival?"

"uh-huh."

"Why do I feel like you're not in a very high mood?"

"Too tired." Han Yi circled his left index finger around his temple, "I went to bed at three o'clock yesterday and woke up at seven o'clock today."

"Ok."

Barbara rolled her eyes, hid her playful slyness in her smile, and stopped.

"I have arrived."

The distribution of rooms on each floor of Wynn Hotel is very simple, arranged in two rows up and down in a curved corridor with a slight angle. From left to right, there are about sixty guest rooms in total, mostly basic king-size bed rooms, accounting for about nine-tenths of the total rooms on each floor. Only the right side near the end has six or seven rooms of various sizes. 1. Suites of different grades.

The four numbers 5636 were written on the door of the room where Barbara was standing at this moment. It was a Wynn Resort King Room with a partial view of the Las Vegas Strip.

The brand owner, Coca-Cola, was spread out from Han Live, and the room assigned to the heroine of the mini documentary was not luxurious, but it was not shabby either.

"Okay." Han Yi's eyes did not move to the door at all. Even his slight nod and gesture to Barbara were erratic, "Then...good night."

"OK, good night."

Standing there, watching Barbara's face that was so red that it felt like she was about to have a heart attack at any time disappeared behind the door, Han Yi pursed his lips slightly, let out a silent sigh, and then took increasingly heavy and slow steps. , approaching his tower living room suite at the end of the corridor.

After walking about ten steps, Han Yi suddenly turned his head and cast his obscure eyes in the direction he came from. He maintained this posture and stood motionless for at least four or five minutes, wondering what he was thinking and planning.

But in the end, Han Yi did nothing, and his numb expression did not even change. He twisted his neck mechanically, adjusted his head back to the direction it should have been pointed at, and continued to stride forward.

34, 35, 36...

When people are extremely emotionally disturbed, they will always do some actions that are somewhat inexplicable to onlookers to retrieve the reality that has been accidentally distorted. The method Han Yi chose was to lower his head and silently count the number of flowers on the brown carpet in the corridor.

42, 43, 44.

When the 44th flower was counted, Han Yi stood at the door of his room.

5656.

Han Yi raised his eyes and examined these four numbers repeatedly, as if he had never seen them before in his life. She doesn't belong to you, she doesn't belong to you.

She's not yours, she's not yours.

The emotions you feel now are all torturing yourself.

Insert the room card, walk through the door, and pretend that everything just happened was a dream.

It's time to dream, isn't it?
With this warning in his mind, Han Yi took out the key card from the inner pocket of his jacket, slowly put it into the black jack above the door handle, and then quickly pulled it out.

"Hey!"

wrong.

When the door opens, shouldn't there be a "beep" sound?

How could it be a "Hey"?
Moreover, this "Hey" sounds so similar to...

Han Yi looked around and saw an angry brown-haired girl striding towards him with clenched fists.

"How dare you!"

Barbara Palvin is not a singer, but at this moment, she gave off a Beyoncé-like angry voice.

"What?" Han Yi, who pushed the room door halfway open, froze in confusion.

"How dare you..." Before she could reach Han Yi, Barbara raised her right hand, pointing her index finger straight like a gun barrel, and pointed it at the man, "Just leave like this?!"

"I don't understand what you mean." Han Yi shook his head and laughed dumbly, "If I don't leave, then what else should I do..."

"You didn't ask me whose room I went to?" The distance of forty-four flowers allowed Han Yi, who felt lost, to walk for several minutes, but it did not take thirty seconds for Barbara, who was completely out of control under the influence of alcohol. In an instant, she rushed in front of him.

"Why should I ask whose room you went to?" Han Yi still maintained that helpless smile, "This is your freedom."

"Aren't you afraid that I will find someone to sleep with?"

"Why should I be afraid?" Han Yi's cheeks gradually tightened, and his smile disappeared. "What does it have to do with me?"

"Ha, you have..." Barbara laughed in disbelief, looked around the empty corridor, and suddenly raised her voice, "So, even if I just fucked someone else, it doesn't matter to you?"

"Why do I have to say anything?" Han Yi's still suppressed voice contained a rare hint of uncontrollable anger, "Come, tell me, why do I want to go to bed with you?" What does it matter to others? What is the relationship between the two of us that I have to do something about it? "

"What's the relationship between us? Tell me!"

"Why am I telling you? Did I give these ultimatums?"

"What ultimatum? What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Am I talking nonsense?" Han Yi suddenly raised his right hand high and placed it between him and Barbara, "'You still like me', 'I like you too', 'I don't need to be like this', 'I don't You need that', 'This Barbara won't think about you anymore'...are these words not what you said?"

"What's wrong with what I said?"

"You have said it to me three or four times since London. Once in London, once in New York, once in Las Vegas, and... I can't remember the others. You Isn’t this line drawn very clearly?”

"What line?"

"This is the line for ordinary friends!" Han Yi put the five fingers of his right hand together and swung them back and forth twice, "Did you draw it?"

"I rowed it."

"Then why do you still come to show off to me? You went up to fuck someone else tonight? Would you show off this in front of ordinary friends?" Han Yi turned his hand over and pointed at Barbara, "And, do you still need to say it? Can’t I see it myself?”

"What did you see?" Barbara pressed her hands on her chest and asked loudly.

"Your hair, your face, your..." Han Yi looked obviously very angry. The left hand holding the doorknob had lost its color, and his words were a little slurred because of his clenched teeth. " I can see what you did in someone else's room, I don't need you to tell me again, thank you."

"Can you see what I did?"

"You are simply...unreasonable."

Han Yi's chest rose and fell violently several times, but he did not react too radically in front of the girl, even though this incident far exceeded his acceptable emotional threshold.

"Go back to your room, good night." After saying these words, Han Yi ducked into the room and prepared to close the door tightly.

"Wait!" Barbara put her palm against the door and raised her eyes stubbornly to look at him, "Speak clearly, what did you see?"

"I see you went to fuck someone else!" Han Yi finally couldn't help but growl.

"and then?"

"Then I don't want to talk to you anymore, and I don't think there's any need for us to be friends."

"What do you mean? If you can't fuck me, you don't want to be friends?"

"Yes, whatever you say is fine. Leave me alone and happy fucking."

"Why are you so angry?"

"That's because you've been harassing me!" Han Yi forced himself to slow down his voice so as not to disturb the other tenants living around him - although some people have not returned, these suites have returned to their rooms to sleep. The residents are basically performers who have just performed at the Mad City Music Festival.

Han Yi did not intend to let these prominent figures in Hollywood watch his emotional jokes.

"Please let go, Barbara, I have to close the door and rest."

"Do you still like me?"

"I never said I like you!" Han Yi was furious for a moment, "Isn't it all you who said it?"

"Really?" Barbara stared at him, "I'm the one who said it."

"When did you hear me tell you, 'I like you'?"

"Then why did you tell Madison?"

"What?!"

"Why did you tell her that you like me?"

"I do not……"

"Don't—fucking—lie to me, Yi."

The momentum ebbs and flows, and Barbara throws out this bomb that blows Han Yi into silence, allowing her to regain the initiative in the quarrel.

"You can tell I went to fuck someone else, ha, what a joke. I was eating a burger by myself at In-N-Out, and then your little girlfriend rushed in and asked me if you were happy eating it. One thing led to another , we opened a few bottles of margaritas and a few bottles of whiskey and stripped you inside and out. She knew it all, and I knew it all."

"Now... let me ask you again, have you told her that you like me?"

Han Yi lowered his right hand, licked his lips, and stopped talking.

"answer me!"

"Yes."

"Did you tell her that you were supposed to cut off all ties with me, but you couldn't?"

"Yes."

"Are you saying these words to her to get rid of the idea of ​​her continuing to pester you, or do you really think so?" Barbara raised her right index finger again, "You only have one chance to tell the truth. I hope you Cherish it."

"I'm trying to persuade her to give up on me."

Han Yi replied firmly, and after he fell into Barbara's deep lake-blue eyes, he quietly turned a corner.

"It's also because... I really think so. If you have both, there's nothing you can do..."

"Good."

Without letting Han Yi finish his useless defense, Barbara directly hooked his neck, threw him into the room with a hug that almost suffocated him, and a passionate and compensating kiss. inside.

(End of this chapter)