Wu Changyun woke up early in the morning from the Miami Hotel. Yuan Aijia crawled out from under the quilt, showing her little head and looking at Wu Changyun sweetly.
"What time is it? It's time to go have breakfast."
"What the hell." Yuan Aijia pointed to the wall clock. It was almost 11 o'clock, so there was no time to eat breakfast.
"Isn't it your fault for being so busy? It took so long to finish." Yuan Aijia complained.
"It's not like I invited you here."
Wu Changyun stood up, grabbed his shirt and put it on. Although they had booked two rooms, Yuan Ajia still stayed in her room until late at night.
Looking at Yuan Aijia's body wrapped in a quilt, Wu Changyun felt that a certain part of his body function was awakened again. Just as he reached out to the other's shoulder, the landline phone in the room rang.
The caller was the room manager. They had only booked the room for one day because they were going to Hollywood today.
"Okay, I understand."
Wu Changyun hung up the phone. Yuan Aijia, wearing a tank top, looked at him and asked, "What's wrong?"
Wu Changyun couldn't help but lower his head, stared for a while and said, "You forgot to wear your inner clothes."
Yuan Aijia's face turned red. At Wu Changyun's kind reminder, she pretended to turn her back, stuffed her underwear into her sleeves, and tidied her clothes.
Having learned her lesson from yesterday, she put the coats she didn't wear into her suitcase and stored them.
"Go! Let's go!" Yuan Aijia waved her little fist and pulled Wu Changyun towards the garage.
Another important task of this trip to Miami was to visit the filming site in Hollywood. The two drove to the airport and then took a flight to Los Angeles at noon that day, and then took another bus to Hollywood.
As soon as he got off the bus, the scenery here was completely different from what Wu Changyun had imagined. There were open streets and crowded crowds, an extremely developed entertainment industry, and all kinds of bars and restaurants everywhere.
The high-rise buildings and streets are full of posters of stars and movies, especially the huge Bruce Lee poster placed in the most conspicuous place, which is really eye-catching.
Wu Changyun looked towards the nearby mountain and saw the big "Hollywood" sign that had appeared in countless movies.
The two were able to visit the filming set of "Star Wars" thanks to Yuan Aijia. She had several real big names in the financial institution where she used to work in the United States, and it is said that she had direct contact with director George Lucas.
"Does this count as me sleeping with a wealthy woman?" Wu Changyun naturally placed his hand on Yuan Aiga's shoulder, at just the right height.
"Would you like to drink it?" Yuan Aijia handed the juice she had just drunk to Wu Changyun.
Wu Changyun took it and just put it in his mouth, Yuan Aijia suddenly said: "What? Are you unhappy after sleeping with a rich woman? Do you want me to support you?"
"Poof" Wu Changyun almost poured the juice out of the straw.
"Did you hear that?"
"What did you hear? Your inner voice? Hahaha." Yuan Aijia laughed uncontrollably. She was just joking with Wu Changyun, but she didn't expect that the other party actually thought so in his heart.
"Young man, keep in good shape, or this rich woman might not like you one day."
"Just you?" Wu Changyun smiled maliciously.
Yuan Aijia was somewhat unwilling. From now on, she had to continue to rely on Wu Changyun to produce new plays. Besides, this guy was usually very secretive and had a lot of assets under his name.
Yuan Aijia investigated and found that Fu Shun, who had always been with Wu Changyun, had been helping Wu Changyun manage the rental business.
It is said that she already owns hundreds of properties. Her grandfather had given her some advice before, but Yuan Aijia looked down on the land in Hong Kong at that time. Now it seems that she needs to reconsider this proposal.
The one who greeted them on the set was the blond Mark Hamill, who was listening to the car music and holding a photo of Wu Changyun when he was filming "New Warrior".
"So cool." Mark Hamill couldn't help but praise it. There are rarely any Asian influences in the movies he shoots. The guy in the photo looks perfect and is said to know kung fu.
"Hey!" Mark Hamill drove the car in front of the two men and greeted them enthusiastically.
"Hello." Wu Changyun replied. He noticed that Mark Hamill looked at him with enthusiasm. He didn't expect the other party to be so hospitable.
Mark Hamill patted the passenger seat and said, "Drizzt Wu, please be sure to sit in my passenger seat. I never imagined I could take a Chinese Kung Fu star for a ride. This is so cool."
"Watch the road, let's go." Wu Changyun nodded in agreement.
Wu Changyun put his arms on the car window. His muscular arms were half a circle thicker than Mark Hamill's. He drove through the city accompanied by rock music. Many sexy beauties with tanned skin on the roadside cast admiring glances at them.
This feeling is really enjoyable. He and Mark Hamill are the ones who have the right to choose here. They are the best dating targets in the eyes of these self-proclaimed noble American girls.
"How is it? Isn't it great here?" asked Mark Hamill.
“It’s great in every sense of the word.”
As Mark Hamill spoke, he glanced at Yuan Aijia through the rearview mirror and said casually, "You brought a very beautiful oriental girl."
"baby?"
Wu Changyun smiled. The other party's metaphor was indeed very interesting, but there was still some difference in their understanding of the language.
After arriving at the set, I finally met the director of "Star Wars", George Lucas. George Lucas, who was just 30 years old this year, had a friendly look, the standard curved and thick eyebrows, and a beard.
"You must be the Chinese student that Mr. Rogers mentioned to me. We are very good friends. So, I will take you around, or you can invite Mark to come along." George Lucas said with a smile.
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