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In the past year, the hardships and anxiety of work have made Duke concentrate on his career and never consider anything else. But as Mrs. Leah said, he had had many temporary girlfriends when he was in school. How could he not hear what Naomi Watts meant.

As the apartment door slammed, Duke and Naomi Watts' bodies were already entangled.

"Don't you want to drink water?"

In line with Duke's movement, Naomi shook her evening dress on the floor. Duke picked up her face and looked down, "Dear, how can you taste delicious when water is."

Just as he was speaking, Naomi had skillfully removed the belt from his waist. Duke was not polite and directly hugged the petite girl, walked through the small living room, kicked open the bedroom door, and after breaking in, he kicked the door to death.

"Oh..." Naomi's scream came from the bedroom, followed by a dense gasp.

About an hour later, the flushed blonde girl left the bedroom wearing a men's dress and shirt. She walked to the TV cabinet, opened the drawer, found a new toothbrush, entered the bathroom, took a glass of water, placed the toothbrush with the squeezed toothpaste horizontally on the cup, and returned to the bedroom.

"Duke, Duke..."

She poured her wine and began to pull Duke up again in a daze, pushing him into the bathroom. Duke pursed his lips, as if he was a little dissatisfied with disturbing him to sleep, "Dear, I think I should go to bed."

"Your mouth smells full of wine." Naomi handed over the toothbrush, Duke took it helplessly, put it in his mouth, and said vaguely, "I have never... haven't drunk so much wine today."

"This means you are far from as calm as you seem."

Picking up his toothbrush, Naomi Watts glanced at Duke with a slanted look, her blue-green eyes narrowed slightly, "You are very excited about the success of "The Speed ​​of Life and Death"!"

"Maybe it is."

Spit out the foam, walked to the shower next to me and rinsed it briefly. Duke walked out of the bathroom wearing a large bath towel, wiped his body, wrapped the bath towel around his waist, sat on a wooden chair, and looked at the apartment rented by Naomi Watts.

This is a two-bedroom apartment with a size not large, at most 300 square feet, and the living room has only been simply decorated. Apart from a few sofas, chairs and TV cabinets, there is no furniture. From this aspect, it can be seen that she is indeed very ordinary in Hollywood.

After taking a shower, Duke woke up a lot, picked up the scattered clothes thrown on the ground, and separated his own.

There was a slight sound of footsteps from the bathroom. Naomi, who was wrapped in a bath towel, frowned and asked, "Are you leaving?"

There seemed to be an unstoppable disappointment in his tone.

She walked to the sofa, sat on it with her hands on her chest, staring straight at Duke, "Are you going back?"

"I'm just sorting out my clothes."

There is no taxi running everywhere in Los Angeles. Duke walked over, bent down and pinched her face, and then gently kissed her smooth forehead, "Where can you sleep alone be as comfortable as holding you?"

As he said that, he handed into Naomi's smooth leg bend with his right hand, pinched her in his thighs twice, and then hugged her horizontally as Naomi cried.

"It was just a pre-dinner dessert." Turning into the bedroom next to him, Duke said, looking at her sweet and smirking face, "It's the main meal now."

Things between men and women are often the best way to relieve stress.

The light outside the building just reflected on the window, Duke opened his eyes on time and stretched his long and long waist comfortably. In the past year, he has not been as heavy as he slept last night. His good sleep and equally good quality pre-bedroom exercises almost completely dispelled the anxiety and insomnia of the past.

Turning his head and looking, he had already empty around him. He took the clothes stacked beside him, and Duke put them on his body, walked out of the bedroom, followed the faint sound, and came to the door of the kitchen.

"It smells so good." He leaned on the door frame and looked at his petite and graceful back, "What should I eat for breakfast?"

"Hungry?" Naomi Watts turned his head, "Fried egg toast, it's going to be done right away."

"I'll go wash." Duke nodded and turned to the bathroom on the other side.

After breakfast, Duke and Naomi Watts walked out of the apartment building. From the beginning of leaving the apartment, the two of them automatically distanced themselves, like ordinary friends, and came to Naomi's Red Ford.

"Where do you want to go? I'll take you there." She opened the car door, "Santa Monica?"

Public transportation in Los Angeles was not well developed. Duke only thought for a few seconds before saying, "Go back to Century City, my car is still there."

The red Ford drove in the direction when he came last night, and everything returned to the starting point.

"You don't have a boyfriend, do you?"

On the way, Duke took the initiative to break the silence in the car, and Naomi Watts shrugged, "Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

"Can't you want to be my girlfriend?"

Hearing Duke's words, Naomi smiled, "Last night was a wonderful night, I admit I have a good impression of you."

Duke just asked, this is one of the most chaotic places in Hollywood, where relationships between men and women in the world are all adults, and they will not take this kind of night when they have a need for each other's bodies. The relationship is too serious.

"The contract between Nancy and I signed is stipulated." Naomi Watts said, "During the contract period, I have to obtain her consent beforehand, get married, and have children."

"This is the price you need to pay to become famous." Duke replied casually.

This kind of contract is very common in Hollywood, and even many big-name stars have such regulations on brokerage contracts.

"Yes, but I always have physiological needs." She turned to Duke, "What about you? There are no such regulations on your contract? If Nancy knew that we were together, she would be furious."

"No," Duke shook his head, "I don't have the time and energy to have a girlfriend."

"You won't..." Naomi first showed a winning expression, then shook her head, "You have good skills and are not a novice. You shouldn't maintain several open relationships at the same time, right?"

"Actually, you are the first woman I've ever met in over the past year."

As if he was telling the truth about Duke's words, Naomi Watts was silent for a while, and then said seriously, "Last night was the first time since I came to the United States, and the most wonderful time."

"Thank you!" Duke said politely.

The car slowly drove into the parking lot last night. Duke opened the door and just got out of the car. He turned around and turned to the driver's seat and said, "Don't worry, I won't mention this to Nancy."

"If..." Naomi Watts hesitated for a moment, but still looked up at Duke and said, "You have a need, and I happen to have a need..."

Shrugging, Duke made a phone call gesture and turned toward his Chevrolet.

Now is just the beginning stage of the dream road. Duke will not make a big hit because of "The Speed ​​of Life and Death". He naturally believes that he will succeed in the future and will never stagnate. He is very clear that he is just a rookie in the director industry. He is far from mature in both shooting techniques and camera language. There are still many things that need to be learned and practiced. Maintaining a relationship will take a lot of time and energy, which is not suitable for him now.

But this is a high-pressure industry. It does not smoke or drink, and it hates drugs and addictive drugs. It always has channels to expel stress. Otherwise, insomnia and anxiety caused by stress may appear again. A relationship between men and women that each needs but does not need to be responsible may be a good choice.

In fact, this is like most couples in Hollywood. If you need it, come together. If you don’t need it, then wave goodbye.

Drive his own Chevrolet, Duke returns directly to Santa Monica, and then calls Nancy, Vito helps find suitable rental apartments near Hollywood or Burbank, and according to the mainstream traditions of the country, he must be independent.

After the part of the share of the money was received, Duke not only completely repaid the accounts owed by the filming of the experiment during college, but also had money to find a suitable house. Although it was a bit difficult to buy, there was definitely no problem with renting.

Afterwards, Duke went to the Beach Avenue for a run, returned to the studio on the second floor, and began to make necessary preliminary preparations for the next plan.

He has to consider the scenes, colors, props, cameras, sets, cameras, actors, etc. in advance. The time has entered July. If he wants to catch up with next year's summer season, he, as a director, must be ahead of the project establishment.

Also, Duke has planned the first phase of the road during this period, which consists of four movies with a distinctive explosion style. As the first part, "The Speed ​​of Life and Death" only destroyed half of Santa Monica, the second part, he wanted to destroy San Francisco and Alcatraz, the third part directly turned the largest cities in North America, such as New York, Washington and Los Angeles into seas of fire, and the fourth part rushed out of North America, heading towards Europe, and aimed directly at France.

Then, it's time to transform, after all, explosions can easily lead to aesthetic fatigue.

There is no news of the second part being launched by the film company. He is sorting outlines and templates for the third part and fourth part. After all the pieces are divided into them, he can recruit several screenwriters to help him complete them together. This is also a typical Hollywood assembly line screenwriter homework.

“Duke…”

The maid's voice came downstairs, "Your phone number is here."

"Here you..."

He responded, hurried out of the studio, ran down the stairs, and took the microphone.

"Hello, this is Duke Rosenberg..."
Chapter completed!