Chapter 1512: 1519

We talked for a while in and out of the political and economic circle. Facing Terry Semel's eager expectations, Simon finally took the initiative to get up and said he was still hungry and wanted to eat.

By the way, Semel was invited.

Jonathan personally led them to a small restaurant on the second floor with floor to ceiling windows to enjoy the scenery, and ordered the waiter to bring food.

Just after a few words of gossip, the waiter brought food, followed by a little girl, Dakota Johnson, the daughter of Don Johnson and Melanie Griffith.

The little girl held a plate of barbecue and eagerly put it in front of Simon. She looked forward to it with a face of praise and a sweet mouth: "godfather, eat this. I've just tasted it. It's very delicious."

Semel wondered a little.

This is, really recognize the godfather?

Of course not.

However, when the little girl shouted so, Simon didn't refuse. He took the girl to his lap and sat down: "why don't we eat together?"

The little girl, who is just 10 years old and has started smoking, didn't expect that Mr. westero would be so close to herself. Her face was slightly red. However, she quickly moved her body and sat down in Simon's arms. She didn't forget to politely greet Semel again, took the initiative to pick up a fork, picked up a piece of barbecue and sent it to Simon's mouth, adding: "This is venison, godfather, but if my mother doesn't let me eat more, I'll get fat."

Simon ate a piece of meat, looked at the little girl with smart eyes in his arms, and said with a smile, "I don't like the name of godfather, and I don't believe in religion."

Dakota blinked. "Then, godfather, I call you... Dad?"

Semel: "

Worried about being choked, Semel simply put down the wine he had just brought, picked up his fork and ate the food in front of him.

Just pretend you didn't hear anything.

Simon looked at the little girl's slightly flashing eyes, confirmed that she really knew everything, smiled and said, "OK, but don't let your father hear it, otherwise he might duel with me."

"Dad doesn't dare," the little girl smiled cunningly, leaned forward attentively to help carry the red wine next to her: "Dad, here you are."

Semel: No, I don't hear, I can't hear

The father and daughter, who were close and fresh, shared a glass of red wine and some barbecues before Simon sent away the little girl who was obviously beginning to become fine.

When the reluctant little girl disappeared, Terry Semel finally found a topic as if nothing had happened: "just downstairs, I saw Linda Carter. Speaking of it, I also discussed inviting her to guest play magic woman 2. After all, she is a very popular first generation woman Xia, but there is no suitable role."

Simon answered, expressing the same pity.

Of course, I won't take the initiative to explain. In fact, I arranged an invitation here.

And not only Linda Carter, but also another old Hollywood vase, Morgan Fairchild, is Chandler's mother in friends. This version of friends is the same under Simon's arrangement.

Two women are filming a TV movie for DHO TV recently, right here in Los Angeles.

Simon saw the project information yesterday and gave an order casually.

Weekend pastime.

Neither woman refused the invitation and attended today.

Terry Semel didn't notice the abnormality. In fact, even if he knew it, he could only sigh again. He couldn't envy it.

The higher the status now, Terry Semel is no longer convenient to do something.

After all, people must want something if they pay. Semel seems to have a high status. In fact, many things, such as the heroines of some Warner projects, can't afford it.

Too much involved.

If you can't give what others want and get entangled, you can either spend a huge sealing fee enough to find hundreds of top call girls to smooth things out, or wait to be poked out, and you may lose your job.

Not worth it.

As for a guy across the street, he has completely broken through the boundaries. Let alone workplace rules or moral constraints, even the law may not have much effect in front of the super capitalist.

Turning his mind, Semel quickly said, "Simon, steel 2, what do you think?"

Simon didn't perfunctory this time, but joked seriously: "it's excellent. You're right that you resolutely refuse to share danilis's investment share. You must make a lot of money this time. In addition, this time is about 2 hours and 40 minutes, just right. Don't cut it again after it's finished. Of course, if you insist, I won't stop it."

"You are the most professional, I'm sure to listen to you." Semel agreed with a compliment and stopped beating around the Bush: "Simon, about the return of the copyright of the big three, the Justice League has started shooting. Oh, this is the task given to me by Jack. I hope I can confirm it again?"

Simon did not deliberately tempt Semel and nodded decisively: "yes, as for the price, we will talk about it in detail after the release of the two Justice League."

Semel was relieved when he got the positive answer. So it's inevitable to want more: "in this case, Simon, can you provide some advice for this series in the future? Of course, we won't pay less."

Simon paused to cut the meat and smiled at Semel: "what do you say?"

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Semel was not disappointed when he got the answer, which was taken for granted: "well, I see."

After determining what they are most concerned about, their subsequent topic becomes easier.

Simon chatted casually with Semel and ate. It was 10 o'clock late at night, but he didn't stay here any more. In the disappointed eyes of many female guests at the scene, Simon said goodbye to everyone. Simon got a lengthened Bentley in the front yard.

In the carriage, two women have been waiting here in advance.

It was Linda Carter, the "Wonder Woman" of the first generation, and Morgan Fairchild, the oldest vase in Hollywood.

Both women were hesitant about someone's sudden invitation.

However, when the Wei family's attendant team sent a car to pick up people and "considerate" helped them prepare tonight's dresses, they unknowingly came here.

It was the first time Morgan Fairchild had seen the young Hollywood tycoon up close, and Linda Carter had a dew Party many years ago, which impressed Linda Carter.

I haven't seen you since.

However, a few years ago, Linda Carter's husband fell into a financial fraud lawsuit. In fact, Linda Carter, who knew what her husband had done, thought it would be very troublesome. Unexpectedly, later, the litigant voluntarily withdrew the lawsuit and inquired about the past. It turned out that the other party had business dealings with cerxi capital.

Apparently some man opened his mouth.

Moreover, the other party did not forget the original thing.

Linda Carter's husband also inquired about this matter and confirmed that it was probably related to her, so she once lobbied her to help connect with cersei capital. The other party already helped her once without opening his mouth. In addition, it was her husband's request. How nice is she?

The two also quarreled over this, and the cold war lasted for several days.

Unexpectedly, it seemed that a long time had passed, and the man took the initiative to break into her life again.

Lengthened Bentley shuttled through the winding Santa Monica mountain road. Linda Carter was silent. Morgan Fairchild and Simon were talking. Moreover, the woman was quite active. Of course, Simon was not shy. Unconsciously, she had held a demon in her arms.

However, the car did not drive long and soon stopped at a luxury house on the top of Beverly Hill near bel air.

Stay here tonight.

After getting out of the car, Simon hugged Morgan with one hand and Linda Carter with the other: "it's still hot. Let's take a bath?"

Linda Carter felt the gentleness in the man's tone, but her heart was filled with resentment. Can you refuse when you're here?

Damn man.

I didn't want to respond, but if I didn't respond, I was inexplicably worried that it would make him angry, so I nodded very gently.

Then Linda Carter was a little relaxed. When she responded, the man released her and ordered the waitress to take them to the dressing room.

After a while, I changed into a suit of bathing suits that fit me for some reason. When I came out, I approved a bath towel. When I came to the swimming pool, no accident, the other woman had been here in advance and was swimming from the other end of the wide swimming pool, while the man leaned against the side of the pool.

Seeing her, he took the initiative to help her and helped her into the water.

It's still the one in no hurry.

Chatting, drinking, listening to music, and having some supper in the pool.

But in the end, nothing can escape. But men have changed a lot, more domineering than ever, and they can only bear it. For a moment, I even thought, is it because my child has grown up, not like last time, the little guy has just been born, and then he will appear very docile with her.

Wake up again, even if the curtains are pulled in the bedroom, you can still feel the strong light in the outdoor summer.

Maybe it's almost noon.

In fact, he woke up once in the morning. When he got up, however, he didn't get up because he noticed that someone else came in. It should be the waitress team around him. In addition, he was really tired.

Get enough sleep this time.

I was thinking with my eyes open for a while. I couldn't find a trace of sleep anymore. I had to get up.

Subconsciously pulled up thin and covered his body, only to find that the other nearby was still there.

Still sleeping.

Moreover, she was obviously more embarrassed than her, with her mouth slightly open, a small part of her tongue exposed, as if it had broken, and the pillows were wetted by the inevitable saliva.

Think of last night.

I want to laugh.

Then there's a grudge. The hateful guy is a tyrant.

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