Chapter 258 (1/2)

Feeling pushed, Demi Moore opened her eyes and saw Simon standing neatly by the bed. She thought of last night.

The curtains in the bedroom didn't close, just judging from the color of the sky at this time, it was still very early.

Demi Moore sat up, intentionally or unintentionally let the light sheets slip from her body, grinned at the man beside her and said, ”good morning, Simon.”

”Good morning,” Simon put a square box in his hand on the bedside table and said, ”I have to go to work. I ordered breakfast for you. It's downstairs. The driver is out there and can take you away at any time. ”

Demi Moore looked at the Gucci box and said, ”is this for me?”

”Here she is,” Simon motioned to the sleeping woman on the other side of the bed, reached for Demi Moore's chin and said, ”OK, that's it. Bye.”

Demi Moore watched Simon go to his bedroom immediately, then he sprawled back into his big bed and muttered, ”what's the class on Saturday, hateful man.” After reading this sentence, he turned to look at the female body under the sheet beside him, which is far more exquisite than her own style. He stretched out his hand and photographed it: ”people are gone, so you don't have to pretend to sleep.”

”You lied to me,” Renee Russell, who had her head buried in her pillow, said suddenly, adding with some bitterness, ”you all lied to me.”

Demi Moore reached for the box and opened it. Inside it was a classic Gucci floral series flower themed silk scarf. It's a very versatile style. It's said that it was also an idea personally provided by Princess Grace Kelly of Monaco, which has continued to this day.

Some envy and some dissatisfaction to take up appreciation, a silk scarf of course she can afford, but not angry that guy's favor. Hearing Renee Russell's accusation, she immediately retorted, ”who lied to you? You are of your own free will

Renee Russell was even more discontented and scolded: ”asshole, I thought I was the only one. Unexpectedly, it was three people together. Oh, my God, three people.”

Demi Moore tried to fold the scarves, ignoring Renee Russell's dirty words, and said, ”so what? He doesn't like you better. It was last night, and it's still like this. I don't even have a gift. ”

”Do you like it? I don't even know if I've made an unforgivable mistake. He's punishing me, ”said Renee Russell, leaning on the bed, feeling weak and giving up. Noticing that Demi Moore was going to put the scarf on her neck, she reached out and grabbed it.” this is mine. ”

Then he grabbed the box together.

When the scarf was snatched away, Demi Moore looked at it reluctantly, lifted the sheet, got out of bed, and walked to the bedroom without wearing anything.

Renee Russell looks at Demi Moore walking to the bathroom, scolds bichi in a low voice, turns over, looks at the ceiling for a long time, and finally gets up. She looks down and finds that there are many obvious red marks on her body, which are not serious, and she is even more depressed.

Though.

The guy was really strong, and the whole thing didn't seem so bad. She could feel his rudeness with a strange tenderness, even attachment.

But it's not.

It's nothing more than sleeping with a young man who is a teenager. All of a sudden, the three people line, or let her some collapse.

Pick up the sheets, walk to the bathroom, reach out and open the door.

Demi Moore was comfortably in the luxurious marble bathtub when she appeared at the door and waved, ”you go to other rooms. I'm not used to sharing bathrooms with others.”

”I'm not used to it,” Renee Russell said sarcastically, pressing the sheet on her chest. She leaned against the door and remained silent for a moment before she asked, ”and then?”

Demi Moore played dumb: ”what then?”

Renee Russell stopped talking and just stared at Demi Moore in the bathtub.

Demi Moore was a little guilty, worried that the woman at the door would rush to press herself in the bathtub, so she had to explain, ”what's next? There are so many Hollywood jerks, I don't know what's next.”

Renee Russell still stares at her and says, ”don't think I don't know. You're fighting for the heroine of ghost.”

”Yeah, but that jerk didn't give me any promises. He probably just wanted to play with women, and he didn't think one was enough,” Demi Moore told me, suddenly gloating. ”You're worse off. He may not even know your name.”

Renee Russell was silent.

Last night she saw the little man come in, but Demi Moore didn't leave, so she was hoodwinked. Then there was a night of madness. Until he just went out, she didn't even say a few words to him all night.

For a moment, Renee Russell turned in silence.

Demi Moore was at the edge of the bathtub again, thinking. Although she just said that, she didn't intend to give up. She was a married woman, but she took a lot of risks last night. Even if she really can't get the heroine of ghost, she will get some other opportunities from the little man.After a comfortable hour in the deluxe bathtub, Demi Moore put on her dress and left her bedroom on the second floor.

Renee Russell is already sitting in the dining room.

Demi Moore picked out some food from the plate in the middle of the table, sat down on the other side, noticed the silk scarf on the neck of the woman opposite, and joked, ”you like his gift very much. You put it on so soon.”

Renee Russell just glanced at her and went on eating her breakfast.

She just changed a bathroom, washed and dressed. She stood in front of the bathroom and wanted to take care of her make-up. Only then did she find out why the hateful little man wanted to send her own silk scarf.

It's like strawberry growing around the neck.

Moreover, reluctantly tied on the silk scarf, at that time in the heart unexpectedly had some inexplicable favor to him, and then severely condemned himself a few words.

I have no position!

Now, think that he may not even know his own name

Well.

Think of it as a dream.

After all.

He's so brilliant in Hollywood.

I'm older than him again. Well, I'm fourteen years old. Do you dare to expect anything?

At this time, listening to Demi Moore's words, in the face of this woman who has brought herself into the present situation, she has no perfunctory mood.