American fame and fortune

The hotel's private beach was booked by two film crews. On Saturdays, the crew members could have fun on the beach at any time, with unlimited supply of wine, beverages and barbecue.

The crew made a discriminatory gesture, non-crew members, men are not allowed to enter, and women are free to participate in the carnival on the beach as long as they want to.

Martin walked onto the beach alone in his swimming trunks.

Ajia shouted at him: "Martin, come here, let's play a game."

On the five-a-side beach football field, A Jia gathered a group of female players with the strong appeal of the director.

Martin immediately ran over.

There are at least a dozen girls in swimsuits in the circled small stadium.

It's all young actors from the crew next door playing women's soccer players.

Ajia said: "The two of us are captains, and we each pick four players to play."

Martin stepped on the football: "Yes."

All the female players around jumped up and shouted, "Director Ajia, choose me! Choose me!"

Martin asked loudly, "Who wants to be on my team!"

Not far away, the famous face dog Blake Lively was running towards this side quickly, shouting as he ran, "Save me a seat!"

She is tall and has long legs, and she can hardly find any shortcomings just by looking at her figure, but her appearance is more mature.

Blake ran into the field, winked at Martin, but ran over to Ajia.

Ajia raised a finger and shook Martin: "Dude, you're not attractive enough."

Martin turned to the girls. "I'm going to pick someone."

Several female players jumped out: "We are on the same team as you."

Martin randomly selected four Latin female players, and the tallest one was going to be the goalkeeper.

Ajia said, "Let you kick off first."

"Beauties!" Martin stood in the middle of the court and said, "We want to score a goal!"

He kicked the ball to the black swimsuit on the left, turned his head and ran to the opponent's field, and the black swimsuit immediately passed the ball back.

Martin had played football in middle school in his previous life, but he hadn't touched it for many years, and immediately swam up when he caught the ball.

A gold swimsuit rushed over from the opposite side to snatch the ball. It seemed that he didn't stop the car, and even dribbled the ball into him.

Martin really felt what it meant to hit someone with the ball.

No wonder Ajia wants to organize a beach soccer game.

The real-looking dog Blake bumped into Martin, as if about to fall, hugged Martin's arm and pressed hard on it.

Ajia rushed past Martin with the ball.

Martin didn't bother to defend him, fools defended men.

Blake stood up and rushed forward.

Martin went back to defend, and as soon as he stood still, he saw Blake, who was catching the ball, come straight towards him with the ball.

There was no shot, no pass, and no fake action. The real-faced dog Blake slammed into Martin in a daze.

Martin fell to the ground, slamming on the sand.

Blake also fell, on top of Martin.

Maybe the pain from the fall, or maybe remembering, she rolled over and over Martin.

Ajia was dumbfounded, and understood why the heroine next door wanted to team up with him.

The target is not him at all!

The black-haired Latin girl next to her curled her lips and almost spit out the shameless words.

But the film crew where he is in is a set made by the other party's father, so if he wants to scold Bichi, he has to endure it.

"Sorry." Black struggled to get up: "I didn't take it, did it hurt you?"

In front of so many people, what can Martin say: "It's okay."

Blake struggled to get up, stretched out his hand to pull Martin, and couldn't help but admire: "You are so strong."

"You are very fit." Martin also praised, got up and patted the sand off his body.

"I practiced soccer and I've been a cheerleader since sixth grade," Blake said.

Martin nodded, and hit someone with the ball after practice?

Ajia became impatient and shouted: "You two, continue?"

Martin moved a bit: "Why don't you continue?"

Not far away, Vogel sat on a beach chair and had a panoramic view of all this.

The gap in the choice of resources, the sad heart is cracked.

Vogel got up by stepping on others, and didn't mind continuing to step on others to climb up.

In his cognition, this is the ladder of Hollywood, and every step up is the opponent's body.

Rick came over and said, "It's best in the afternoon, because accidents are prone to happen at night."

Vogel asked: "Is everything done?"

Rick nodded slightly: "The snake is ready. Before you leave, you can call me the phone, and I will make preparations in advance."

Vogel understood what Rick was for: "After the matter is completed, I will give you another final payment, so keep your mouth shut."

Rick laughed: "I'm a Mexican, I can't threaten you."

Vogel waved his hand, and Rick left here.

More than 20 meters away from the two of them, Bruce hid his face, took out his newly bought camera phone, and took several photos of Rick in succession.

Then I called Dalot, the security director of the crew, and sent another MMS picture.

On the court, other female players are not focused on playing football. These Mexican girls dream of going to the United States.

Ajia was knocked into the goal by the enthusiastic female players.

Martin's condition was not good either, he was knocked down by several female players, and more people rushed forward with the ball.

terrible!

Martin was like a wounded lingering in the bombing, struggling to get out of the indiscriminate bombardment of the female players.

Two long legs ran across, Blake rushed over to save people, pulled up Martin and ran away.

"Quick! Quick!" Martin lost the man's face, but safety is much more important than face.

After running for tens of meters, Martin stopped.

Black caught up from behind, stroked the sand off his face, and stared at the handsome face: "Are you okay?"

Martin split his legs and moved a little: "It's not a big problem."

Black went to rub the sand on Martin's body again, and when he turned his head, he saw the open-air washing place, and grabbed Martin's arm: "Go over there and wash the sand on your body."

It was hot, sweaty, and sandy. Martin was very uncomfortable, so he went there with him.

Flushing through the water, not suitable for sunbathing, Martin found a beach chair and lay down under a parasol.

Blake came over with two cold drinks, one of which was handed to Martin: "This one should suit your taste."

Martin took it, nodded and smiled: "Thank you."

Blake was lying on the beach chair next to him, covering his chest and abdomen with a towel, but his long legs were on the side of the beach chair. He purposely kept shaking in front of Martin's eyes and asked, "When are you coming to the set? I'm waiting to rehearse with you Well, you're playing the person I like, and you don't feel like you're playing against the assistant at all."

Martin casually replied, "I can finish filming next week."

He found Old Bu walking in front of him and said, "I have something to do, we'll talk about it later."

"I'll wait for you here." Black watched Martin leave, pondering.

People are good-looking, and the company focuses on cultivating...

Although a handsome dog, Blake grew up in a family of actors and thought much more than ordinary girls.

When he came to a dressing room, Bruce closed the door from the inside and said, "I informed Dalot that his people are following the show manager, and the other party seems to have gone to the wild."

Dalot is the security supervisor hired by the crew before, and this kind of person has a lot of energy in the local area.

Martin was surprised: "What are you doing in the field? Shooting black guns? It's not enough, the exterior scenes are all finished."

Bruce suggested: "Better figure out what he's going to do, and you'll be able to react accordingly, and I'm sure you can handle it within the confines of the hotel."

Martin emphasized emphatically: "Old Bu, you must guard my rear."

Bruce said: "Don't worry, I'll cover you. Dalot and the others have a lot of cooperation with Hollywood. They charge money to do things and have a good reputation. If I make a call, at least a dozen people will come."

This sounded unreliable, and Martin always felt frightened, but he trusted Old Bu.

Before leaving, Bruce said again: "Responsiveness, figure out what he is going to do, I am near you."

Martin returned to the beach and found Craven, Ajia and Capis, each taking the female players back to the hotel.

It is estimated that this posture may not come out in the afternoon.

Martin went back under the parasol to find that Blake was still waiting for his return.

Blake watched Martin walking towards the sun, and he just thought it was pleasing to the eye, it was so beautiful.

To have a good face, to have a good figure.

Martin reclined on the beach chair and chatted with Blake until close to noon.

The two crews prepared a sumptuous luncheon, which was placed in the No. 1 banquet hall of the hotel.

Not many people came.

The main male cast and crew of the crew took the Mexican female players back to the room early.

Martin showered and changed, and came to the banquet hall.

The luncheon was a self-service mode. Martin took a bunch of food and a bottle of wine. Just as he found a place to sit down, Blake arrived in a dress.

She put the glass opposite Martin: "Pour me a glass."

Martin asked habitually: "You are under the drinking age."

Blake said, "This is not America." She tickled her fingers and called a young actor from the crew: "Help me get a bottle of wine."

The little actor is like a servant, obediently going to get the wine.

Black looked very considerate of Martin: "This has nothing to do with you."

The little actor came over with a drink, and several people followed, one of whom was Mike Vogel.

He was carrying two bottles of tequila from Mexico, and sat next to him: "Martin, long time no see, let's have a drink together?"

Martin smiled, his head spinning quickly, spreading news to arouse his competitive spirit, drinkers tend to be impulsive and then provoke him into a fight? He's a good comrade for the alcohol test.

Vogel opened the wine bottle, poured wine into two glasses, and pushed one of them to the edge of the table, telling Martin with words: "Andrew-Nickel, I reminded you that you owe me a favor."

Martin didn't touch the glass, but took his own whiskey: "I'm not used to tequila."

Vogel tilted his head and glanced at the alcohol content marked on the whiskey: "You please."

Martin opened the bottle cap, poured a glass, and clinked glasses with Vogel, calmly: "Thank you for what happened last time."

The two toasted and drank together.

After drinking the wine, it is difficult to stop. Vogel knows this truth well. While chatting with Martin, he finds various reasons to pour wine and drink.

Martin also wanted to see what he did.

After a few glasses of wine, the words of the two of them flew up.

Bragging about what you have done is better than anything, bragging about how much you can fight, as if one person can smash the earth, and no one will obey anyone.

Blake was slightly disappointed, the male god's wine doesn't seem to be very good?

Martin boasted that he was the toughest and most capable man in Georgia.

Vogel boasted that he was the best man in Baja California.