~： Four hundred and sixty-six - Influenza

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The sun passed through the floor-to-ceiling windows unhindered through the curtains that had not been drawn in time, and shone on the wide bed. The newly born sunlight in the sky was like golden waves. became hot in a short time.

This is Los Angeles, which is full of enthusiasm all year round. In most people's impressions, it seems that except for the short winter when people can feel a little cooler, they can bathe in the warm sunshine of California at any time.

"f**k!"

When the sun moved slowly and hit Wayne's face, he subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to cover his face, but suddenly he felt a protest from his lower back, and an unbearable sore feeling immediately made him burst out involuntarily. foul language.

The drowsiness that was originally drowsy was driven away by the pain that suddenly surged up from the lower back. He frowned. He rubbed up hard, leaned on the head of the bed, reached for his watch, and glanced at the time.

It's only seven o'clock in the morning. In fact, they have slept for about seven hours, but the indulgence that started yesterday afternoon, even Wayne's strong body can't stand it. No matter how frequently the hormones are secreted, they cannot keep up with the recovery speed of women, especially a white European and American woman.

After a "click", the blue smoke slowly rose, and he turned to look at the woman sleeping beside him. The Italian girl seemed to be immersed in the pain of the forbidden game at the moment. Even though she had fallen asleep, her face was full of expressions. tangled.

"Good morning darling."

It didn't take long, Monica Bellucci's eyelids trembled slightly, and the first time she opened her eyes, she saw a man smoking beside her. From the look on her face alone, this woman did not resist the smell of smoke, but instead leaned on the head of the bed side by side with the man.

"Good morning, Monica, I have to say, you are such a fascinating stunner."

The moment he turned his head to look at the woman, Wayne immediately saw the other side's two white mountains. Although it was covered with all kinds of red marks because of his love yesterday, he still couldn't help feeling the moment he saw it. Arrived all over hot.

"thanks."

The woman stretched out a pure white arm, grabbed the cigarette case over him, skillfully lit it in her mouth, and slowly exhaled a faint puff of smoke. "Cough, cough, cough. Damn, this brand of cigarettes is so unfriendly to women."

While speaking, she raised her head and found the man's gaze like a wild wolf. The same gaze had been experienced too many times yesterday, but she did not cover the upper body that was exposed outside the quilt. She frowned, giving her a headache. said:

"please! My dear, I feel all over my body right now. There is no spot that doesn't hurt. Can you let me rest for two days?"

Before preparing for this action, Monica Bellucci had already made some preparations, but when the tough and handsome man began to officially release the beast in her heart, she suddenly felt that she was prepared. Actually not enough.

Looking at the increasingly violent sunlight outside the window, as long as she thought of the various self-tortures she had done to please the other party yesterday, she immediately felt the protest of every inch of her skin.

"Before The Matrix is ​​released, you can call me anytime, my dear, I feel like I'm about to be torn apart by you."

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Wayne shrugged helplessly, knowing that the other party completely regarded himself as a ghost, but this was understandable. When he had a whim, he asked the hotel waiter to help get two stockings and dress up the woman beside him. After taking the shape of "The Beautiful Legend of Sicily", the beast in my heart was completely released.

But obviously the Italian girl was overthinking it, and now his lower back is still protesting faintly. It was obvious that yesterday was too much indulgence.

Shaking his head, Wayne lightly kissed the woman's forehead, lifted the quilt, picked up the trousers on the ground and put them over his body, and said, "If there is any problem that cannot be solved in the crew, you can call me at any time, but it's not a big deal. There is a probability that the call will be received by Nina, if there is anything, telling her is the same as telling me."

Looking at the man who bent over to pick up his shirt again, Monica Bellucci leaned against the head of the bed and tilted her head. She knew that her hard work had finally resulted in what she wanted. Fortunately, the other party is just like the legend in the circle, and he does not recognize anyone without wearing pants.

The most important thing in front of her now is to impress Hollywood and North American fans enough with the hit sequel film "The Matrix". In this way, even if there is still no chance here in the end, the resume of participating in a large-scale commercial film with hundreds of millions of investment will also be the basis for the price increase after returning to Europe.

Or, there is another good choice, which is the man who is wearing clothes in a calm manner. As long as this man is willing, he will become a worthy star in Hollywood in the future.

"Aren't you leaving without breakfast?"

Monica Bellucci put out the cigarette in the bedside ashtray and asked with a bright and elegant smile.

"No." Wayne glanced at the woman and shook his head. "I have to go back to accompany the little princess early. The child has started crawling around, and she will fly to New York tomorrow. I have to accompany her more in advance."

He opened the bedroom door and walked a few steps. After thinking about it, he turned around and stepped back. In the woman's doubtful eyes, he said, "This suite has been occupied by me for a long time. If you want, you can do whatever you want during this time. Stay, what do you want, tell the front desk my name."

"thanks."

Wayne didn't take the matter of destroying the goddess in his youth too seriously. When he returned to the manor with a visible fatigue after indulgence, Naomi Watts and Nina were having breakfast.

Facing the man who didn't return overnight, the Australian actress did not behave abnormally, and even her face did not change. She just put her daughter, who had begun to like to move around, into the arms of the man. She had long been accustomed to this man. temperament.

One day, just as he hurried by with his daughter babbling, the next morning at six o'clock, the Rolls-Royce Phantom took a few people and went straight to Los Angeles International Airport and boarded a flight to the Big Apple. , After today, Wayne is destined to plunge into work again, there are too many things waiting for him.

At the end of September and early October, when Los Angeles was still sunny, New York began to feel the coldness, and Nina also pulled out the jacket prepared for Wayne.

The entire crew was nearly 300 people, most of whom lived in Los Angeles for a long time, and suddenly changed the environment and temperature they were in. Everyone felt unaccustomed to it. But the crew is like a sophisticated and complex large-scale machine. Once it starts, it is impossible to stop easily.

The change in climate was the most obvious reaction to the director, Wayne. After arriving at the hotel on the first day in New York, he felt the warning brought by his body. Unfortunately, he thought that his body was sore, but it was just a sequela of excessive indulgence. What I didn't expect was that when I woke up, I caught a cold.

However, the work cannot be delayed because of this trivial matter, and the preparation work of the more than 200 staff members in the whole crew cannot be stopped because of him alone.

With a runny nose, after checking the shooting arrangement for a whole day, the whole group was praying that the director had better get better from a cold tomorrow. The day didn't go as planned. When Wayne woke up the next day, the first feeling was top-heavy.

"Damn it, shit! You're burning like a stove!"

The first person to feel the change in his body was Naomi Watts, who was sleeping beside him. At this time, the Australian actress could not care about anything else. She reached out and touched Wayne's forehead, and immediately put on a large bathrobe. , lifted the quilt and got out of bed, opened the bedroom door and shouted to the living room.

"Nina, Nina! Tell Gilmour and Charles that Wayne has a high fever, f**k!"

Everyone knows how important today is. The first scene will be filmed today. If the master of a huge crew is killed by illness at the beginning of the work, he will definitely cast a thick layer on the next work. haze.

What's more important is not this. On the first day the crew arrived in New York, the Big Apple began to gather reporters from various media. Warner Bros.'s promotion of "The Dark Knight" was originally carried out with great fanfare. With its own popularity, countless media are waiting for today's boot.

"Nami! Shut up!"

A low roar interrupted the flustered Naomi Watts, the woman turned her head back with worry, and looked at the man leaning on the bed.

"I swear, your body temperature will never be lower than 39 degrees now! motherf**ker! Listen, Wayne, if you go out and fool around in the future, you'd better consider whether your body can take it, sonoftheb* **h Italian woman! That b***h!  …”

The thing is obvious. Excessive indulgence and sudden changes in the weather caused a cold to go directly to Wayne. Now he is working on a project with an investment of nearly 200 million US dollars, and he is the absolute soul of the project. The entire crew is close to 300. People's work revolves around him, and the consequences of delaying filming cannot be small. UU Reading

"Enough, come here and help me get dressed."

Wayne's face was equally ugly. He had never seen a cold before, but now his whole body was sore as if bitten by an ant, and he couldn't use any strength.

The most terrible thing was his head. He was so drowsy that he couldn't concentrate at all. He could feel his body temperature, because even every breath he exhaled seemed to burn his nose constantly.

"No, don't move, you need to see a doctor, do you think you're joking! Honey!?"

Naomi Watts' eyes were red, she pushed the man back on the bed, and shook her head firmly.

Just as the two were entangled, the bedroom door was pushed open, and Nina walked in with a worried look, followed by Gilmour, Charles Rowan, Steve Wilson, and Weeks. - Hart, etc. behind-the-scenes group supervisors or mentors.

Just when Wayne was frowning and trying to open his eyes to say something, he realized that people were still pouring into the bedroom, Christian Bale, Ralph Fiennes and other main actors, as if coming in earlier. Like the crowd, their faces are particularly ugly.

"How do you feel now?" Charles Rowan stood by the bed and reached out to touch Wayne's arm. This is not an optional cold at all, it is most likely an influenza, and the temperature on the other party's body is too high.

"I've already told someone to go to the doctor, Wayne. Now you can't go to the hospital. There are at least hundreds of reporters squatting under the hotel. We can't give them the opportunity to hype up negative news."

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