Chapter 246

The next morning, Santa Monica Beach, Tracy's luxury villa.

Miranda didn't sleep much all night. She was so excited. Unexpectedly, she just mentioned it without expectation, and Tracy agreed.

This is a rare opportunity. As long as you hold Tracy's thigh, you may be able to step into Hollywood from the fashion world at once.

How many models have fantasies in their hearts and have no way out.

The fashion world, a bright stage, seems to have unlimited scenery, but it's ugly, that is, the edge of Hollywood.

This is not aimless. Counting the top figures in the modeling industry, it is not inextricably related to Hollywood.

Haima has always been close to Hollywood. Otherwise, how could George find Tracy when she held a party.

Not to mention empress Ji, she can become a pillar of Wei's secret, holding tens of millions of endorsements every year, which has something to do with little plum.

If her boyfriend is not a little plum, but a silent nameless person, can she still be as beautiful as she is now.

Obviously not.

Perhaps she can come out with her own advantages, but she is definitely not as high as she is now.

Now I'm mixed up. I began to complain about little plum's flower heart. It's hypocritical in my opinion.

To get back to business, Miranda changed her clothes and looked at herself in the mirror, with the snow-white on her chest.

I believe he will like it very much.

Miranda smiled.

Tracy prepared some clothes for her and Dalia. At first, she wanted to choose a pure dress. Finally, she thought, she would change into a low cut T-shirt and a leather skirt.

Such a suit of clothes, in wearing silk stockings, her perfect figure is well displayed.

She knew very well that Tracy was mostly greedy for her and Dalia's figure, so of course she had to show her advantages.

"Gilsey bunchen can do it, why can't I do it. I'll be like her, no, better than her." Miranda whispered, straightened her hair in the mirror, was satisfied with her makeup, and walked out of her room.

As soon as I went out, I met Dalia in short sportswear. They looked at each other, smiled and passed by tacitly.

Dalia has just come out of the gym. She is sweating. She is going back to her room to take a shower. She is not in the mood to say anything to Miranda.

She was regretting. She was too cautious when asking. She didn't expect Tracy to agree so easily.

If she did it again, she would never. She was so anxious to speak. She had to wait for Miranda to talk first.

Unfortunately, without regret medicine, she has missed this opportunity.

Miranda went downstairs, took a bottle of red wine from the kitchen, poured herself a glass, and then looked around in the villa.

She has lived here for two nights, but she hasn't looked at the house carefully.

The appearance of the house is not very impressive, but the interior decoration is very luxurious and comfortable, and the geographical location is excellent. Standing at the French window of the living room on the first floor, you can see Santa Monica Beach from a distance.

Miranda has fallen in love with it. Unfortunately, the house is not hers. She can't afford it with her current financial resources.

But fortunately, the man said that she was welcome here whenever she wanted to come.

Thinking of this, Miranda, standing in front of the French window, narrowed her eyes and stretched herself. Then she drank the red wine and said to herself, "this is the life I want. I won't be as stupid as Giselle and abandon my golden thighs."

"What are you doing, Miranda?"

While Miranda was feeling, Dalia's voice came behind her.

"Nothing. Would you like a drink?" Miranda turned around with a smile and raised the wine bottle to Dalia.

Dalia shook her head and said, "no, I'm not in the habit of drinking in the morning."

"Then you really don't have good luck." Miranda said regretfully, "he said that we can enjoy the wine and food here. Don't you have any interest?"

"I..." if she is not interested, it must be false, but she used to restrain herself in order to keep her figure. She was not used to it when she first arrived here.

To be honest, Tracy put some things here that she didn't dare to think of before. She really wanted to enjoy it wantonly.

"I... I prefer ice wine." looking at Miranda's cunning eyes, Dalia's face burned.

Miranda said disapprovingly, "there is in the wine cabinet. Do you need me to get it for you?"

"No, I'll go myself."

Dalia looked away from Miranda, slowly retreated to the living room and sat on the sofa.

Some bored turned on the TV and asked, "will he come to pick you up later?"

"Yes, it should be almost there," Miranda said, looking at the time.

Dalia opened her mouth and finally said nothing. In short, she felt a little uncomfortable.

Miranda didn't find another topic and continued to enjoy the scenery in the distance. Although they are temporary allies, they do not mean they are really United.

They all know that what the other party is thinking is nothing more than how to please Tracy and strive for more interests.

The brief Alliance on the yacht automatically lapsed from the moment you stepped into the villa.

Although I haven't torn my face on the surface, I'm struggling at the bottom of my heart.

About 20 minutes later, Tracy's arrival broke the rather embarrassing atmosphere.

Miranda rubbed up happily and took Tracy's arm,

Tracy couldn't help holding out her hand and pinched her little baby fat face. "Don't fool around, get ready, let's go to the crew."

"Hee hee, I'm ready to go at any time." Miranda smiled into a crescent moon. Then she loosened Tracy's arm, turned around and said, "does she look good today?"

Tracy felt his chin and looked at it. "Uh huh, good, really good."

His eyes were already on Miranda's long legs and couldn't be pulled out.

Miranda noticed his eyes sensitively and deliberately lifted the leather skirt up again.

No inner

Tracy's eyes lit up. It's causing me to commit a crime.

At this time, Dalia stood up. She couldn't stand it. Miranda fell in love with Tracy in front of her.

She had just finished taking a bath and had only a bath towel around her. At this time, she stretched out her hand and pulled it. The bath towel fell slowly, and her graceful posture was exposed to the sun.

Perfect back curve, upturned Tunbu, slender legs

Tracy's attention was suddenly attracted.

Miranda frowned slightly and looked at Dalia with bad eyes. She scolded in her heart. She knew how to flirt with her head and think I wouldn't.