hollywood billionaire

Chapter 112 Yi and McGrady
This little girl is teasing me.

Seeing Madison Bill's Whatsapp message, Han Yi was momentarily stunned.

It's fine to cheat or sneak attack, but it's still...

Taking a deep breath, Han Yi instantly thought of countless anti-molestation or preaching methods, but in the end, Madison Bill's status as a full-time artist of HMG, and the taste of butter and honey that still lingered on the tip of his tongue at this moment, let He changed his mind.

"Hey Maddy."

He decided to ignore the four-letter Madison suffix.

"At home, how about you?"

"Me too."

Lying lazily on the balcony of the two-bedroom apartment at 1221 Ocean Avenue, in the wicker chair that Han Yi once sat in, Madison put her bare feet on the railing, helped her black-rimmed glasses, and replied .

"Quite a day, huh?"

"Yeah, someone lost her voice today."

"Wow, I never expected you to tease me about this... not cool bro."

"But when she found it, everyone found that it was the most beautiful treasure in the world."

Staring blankly at Han Yi's white dialog box, Madison Bill felt that there were at least four Haribo bears beating him wildly with jelly bars.

The forehead, face, and heart are all hot and sweet.

"Thank you for today..."

"Help me find the strength and courage to..."

"Also encouraged me to be a terrorist."

Seeing the three messages sent in one breath, and the tearful Michael Jordan meme following behind, Han Yi almost lost control of the Arizona iced tea in his hand.

"You're welcome, Beer Laden."

"Not at all original. Think of one yourself."

"Rick and Maddy."

"So what you mean is, you're Rick?"

Without a break, Madison Bill posted another emoji, which was Rick drooling and saying his classic lines, WUBBA LUBBA DUB DUB.

"It's actually pretty similar."

"Which aspects?"

"I'm a cynical, drool-worthy mad scientist who takes good-natured, vulnerable Matty through countless real worlds until he finds the best one."

After checking what he wrote, Han Yi nodded in satisfaction and pressed the send button.

In this way, Yi and McGrady seem to be quite similar to Rick and Morty.

"Then...thank you for using your teleportation gun to teleport me to a better world today."

"I think you will live in a better world every day." Han Yi replied, "Because it is not the teleportation gun that plays the role of teleportation, but your own heart."

"How am I doing today?"

"Great, impeccable vocal performance...but I say again, if you give you another two or three years, you will be more perfect."

"That's not what I said."

"what is that?"

"That kiss."

For the next two minutes, Madison Beal unconsciously bit her nails, stared at the dead dialog, and giggled.

She doesn't need to be by Han Yi's side, she also knows the embarrassment and embarrassment of the other party.

I can't find the reason, but Madison just likes the feeling of teasing him.

"I thought you wanted me to forget about it."

"Can you forget?"

Quickly replied, Madison waited intently for Han Yi's answer without blinking his eyes.

"No."

A new bubble quickly popped up in the dialog box.

"It's not every day that I get sneaked by a fish."

Not to be outdone, Han Yi also sent an emoji.

Very simple three lines of text, read:

Queens are transformed into Pisces.

Madison covered her mouth and snickered, but after a while, there was a trace of unconcealable disappointment in her eyes.

She looked up at the extraordinarily bright moonlight tonight, and thought for a long time before putting her fingertips on the keyboard again.

"Very well, sir, you are also my first human being to sneak attack."

"I'm going to die right now."

"That's a bee, not a fish."

"Got it, Teacher Han."

The jokes are almost on fire, and suitable memes have been exhausted.Madison, who walked back to the bedroom, fell down on the soft bed, raised his hands in mid-air, with a serious expression, and the message he sent was equally serious.

"Anyway, I want to say thank you for pampering me today. It means a lot to me."

"I don't often have the opportunity to express my thoughts so freely and directly, and I apologize if I have offended you by acting inappropriately."

Han Yi was taken aback by the much longer and heavier words than before.It took more than ten seconds to calm down, and then he carefully considered the words and replied slowly.

"Not at all, Maddy. I've always been so grateful to have been in your life. All I can say is, I should thank you for letting me see a different, but cuter, Madison— Bill."

"I also want to thank you for allowing me to be part of such a private and beautiful moment today. When we are in the middle of emotions, there is no right or wrong expression, and you should not apologize for it."

"If I'm the first fish your fish hits, then I'd be honored...but don't die, okay? That would really bother me."

"This guy……"

Behind the obviously extremely mature, considerate and warm care, why do you have to add a joke that destroys the atmosphere?
Are you so afraid of a heart-to-heart conversation?
Madison has never seen anyone who can handle sensitive relationships better than Han Yi at this moment.

But at the same time, she has never seen anyone who is less able to express her inner feelings than Han Yi at the moment.

If he had to find an analogy, Madison felt that Han Yi's kindness to others was like a little hedgehog who was afraid of being hurt but couldn't help showing kindness.He erected the spikes all over his body to form a seemingly indestructible protective shell, and then carefully stretched out his claws, intending to hand her a long-preserved pine cone.

So contradictory...and so cute.

Princess Pisces, who is good at fantasy, has already written several emotional and growth dramas related to Han Yi in her mind.But after struggling for a while, Madison still chose to save this topic for the next chat.

"You're a real health hazard and I may have to seek help...but don't worry, I'll be fine."

"Okay, it's getting late, I'm going to bed."

"Me too."

"So... good night, Rick."

"Good night, Matty."

Quit Whatsapp, turn off the phone, and lie flat.She was wearing the most comfortable gray sweater and gray trousers, and the air conditioner in the room was frozen at an eternal 64 degrees Fahrenheit.All the lights have been turned off, leaving only the purple sleep aid lamp on the wall, and the Baies scented candle with a soybean-sized flame on the bedside table.

All of Madison's usual bedtime rituals were done, and she was just a little sleepier than usual.

Not far enough to put her to sleep.

After counting hundreds of lambs, the girl sighed softly, finally propped herself up, threw two tablets of alprazolam into her mouth, and swallowed them with water.

A chemically induced sleep is better than none at all.

……

"Kerui, I probably won't come back to live in the next few days."

Put the black Rimowa suitcase against the art installation in the front hall, Han Yi said to Corey McIntosh who was standing by.

"Yes sir."

Corey would not ask any details that Han Yi did not mention.The latter nodded slightly, and his British accent could almost be described as ironing.

"I'll take care of No. 864, Stella Della Road...Do you need Feyamu or Kean to follow you?"

"No, they can take turns this week and wait for me to come back."

"They don't need to appear, they can follow secretly."

"Then... no problem. If the time is right, we can arrange for Fei Yamu to join us." Han Yi thought for a while, just in case, it would be better to let the retired Albanian special forces go on the road together.There is no need to increase the risk, it is necessary to minimize it as much as possible.

"Okay, then it's May NO.11 to..."

"May NO.19."

"Eight days, write it down."

While talking, Corey helped Han Yi pull up the suitcase, followed the owner of the mansion to the outside, looked at the white Jeep Grand Cherokee quietly parked in the front yard, hesitated again and again, and asked.

"Mr. Han, are you sure you want to use this car next?"

Han Yi didn't need to finish the next half sentence, Han Yi also knew what Corey McIntosh meant.

The newly bought Bentley Bentayga has not driven [-] miles yet.

"It's been too long outdoors this time, and it will wear down the car more... I don't feel so distressed about renting it." Han Yi patted the front cover of the Grand Cherokee, and smiled and gave the reason he had prepared a long time ago, "Every day 270 yuan, rent for a week, not as high as the insurance premium of that Ferrari."

"Sounds like a smart choice."

The boss has already spoken, and Corey McIntosh will naturally stop talking.He took a step back and stood in front of Bobby Lewis, Johanna Jansen, Sofia Ortiz, Sorensen and Hansen who were gathered in the front yard at this time, and waved goodbye to Han Yi together .

"See you in eight days, Mr. Han!"

"I wish you a pleasant journey!"

……

"LALive Ritz-Carlton..."

Sitting in the passenger seat of the Grand Cherokee, Zhao Youzhen looked down at the matte black room card Han Yi handed her, and asked with some doubts.

"I know why I stayed here the night before the graduation ceremony, because it's closer to USC. However, the graduation ceremony on the 13th is over, why don't you go back to Bel Air? It's obviously closer to Highway [-]. It’s also easier to leave when the time comes.”

"It's so troublesome to move luggage around, especially for the elderly, who have inconvenient legs and feet, so try to do as little as possible. Think about it, is this the truth, Xiao Zhao?"

Han Yi made up nonsense without changing his face, or more accurately, it was his usual trick - 100% lies, wrapped in a shell of 100% truth.

"And my mom loves the Marriott's orange juice for breakfast."

"I like Marriott's orange juice, why don't you live in Marriott?"

Yoo Jin was even more confused.

"The two hotels are next to each other. The Ritz-Carlton has a higher floor and a better view... Sigh, it's really hard to find a parking space in the school during the final period."

Han Yi muttered and turned right from South Figueroa Street into the No. [-] parking lot, burying the topic of Youzhen in his complaints about the busy graduation season at his alma mater.

"Is this your first time at USC, Yujin?"

"Well, I generally don't go to a school that's a class below UCLA."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Youzhen couldn't help laughing out loud.It's fun to belittle your city rivals, and Korean girls are no exception.

Especially when the rival in the same city is Han Yi.

"Isn't your U.S. news ranking exactly the same as ours?"

"What about QS?"

"Who would look at that kind of wild list?"

"Oh." Zhao Youzhen nodded knowingly, "Then SC should be similar to LA."

"It's almost the same, obviously we are better."

"I never asked you, Yi... how much did you score on the SAT?"

"...I can't talk about this with you. The doorway is too deep for you to grasp."

Han Yi waved his hand, turned the Grand Cherokee inward, and parked it in an open-air parking space on the top floor of the parking lot near McCarthy Square.

In Los Angeles, winter or summer, no one puts their car on the top floor unless absolutely necessary.

The reason is simple. Under the strong sunlight of LA, the inside of the car will immediately turn into a steamer within a quarter of an hour.

After lowering the temperature of the air conditioner and turning up the wind power, Han Yi turned his head and looked at Zhao Youzhen who had pulled down the shade above his head and moved the seat back a few minutes.

"Afraid of getting sunburned?"

"Ask the question knowingly."

Youzhen's accent has been misled by Xiaoru.She draws her arms back and folds her arms across her chest, minimizing the exposure of her exposed skin to the sun.

"Wait..." Han Yi put on the P gear, stood up halfway, and took out two items of cardinal red from the kraft paper bag of the SC Bookstore in the back seat.

"Cover this up. It was originally a souvenir for my mother, so you use it first."

Han Yi spread the ugly XL short-sleeves with the three Chinese characters "University of the South" on Zhao Youzhen's chest.

"And... put this on."

Then, he put on a SC-style Nike baseball cap on Yujin.

Looking at the Korean girl who instantly became a die-hard fan from a little blackie, with an aggrieved face, and who dared not move because she was worried about ultraviolet rays, Han Yi held his chin in a silly smile.

"Waiting for you to come to UCLA..."

Zhao Youzhen twisted his body so that the short sleeves completely covered his upper body.

"I'm going to make you blue all over your body."

"As long as you invite me to the Asian canteen, I can dress up as your mascot."

After laughing for a while, Han Yi found that his arms were starting to burn, so he quickly covered himself with a short sleeve.Then he adjusted the seat back and reclined like Yuzhen.

"Is there a kind of sunbathing that is done in a car with the air conditioner turned on to the maximum, through clothes?"

"It felt more like a battle to the death."

The two little red men turned their heads to look at each other, and couldn't help laughing.

For the next three to ten minutes, Han Yi and Zhao Youzhen kept this weird look, chatting casually.

Workaholics and foodies go hand in hand, and Zhao Youzhen, who has grown exponentially, brought the topic back to career without saying a few words.

"Yesterday, the new week's list came out. Bi Li has moved up seven places, and is now No. 89."

"I know, I read the newsletter this morning...the growth curve of the playlist is relatively average?"

"The additional playlist hasn't shown any effect yet. We just added the playlist on Friday, and we will see the results, at least next week. The increase in the ranking is mainly due to the increase in the frequency of radio broadcasts. At present, we have "Ocean Eyes" "The number of radio stations included in the playlist has increased to 12, and the broadcast frequency within seven days is 153 times. The station index on All Access is 12.69, ranking 93rd in the country."

"I feel that it is more difficult to go up. After all, it is a slow song at 72BPM, which does not fit the tonality of commercial radio stations today."

"Well, that's what James said. For this song, with its ranking on the Billboard singles chart, the station index can go up a little bit. After all, many station managers and program directors look at the list every week. Come to arrange the songs...but it's unrealistic to want to increase too much."

"The main reason is that it does not conform to the driving and listening habits of most people."

"That's right, songs with a slightly faster rhythm, or at least a stronger drumbeat, will be easier to produce results."

"How are they preparing for the album now? How many songs have come out?"

"There are about five or six demos now, but only two songs are close to completion. They are the two songs you heard during the creative meeting this Monday."

"Six Feet Under and Bellyache?"

"Correct."

"Which one do you like better?"

"I think that if we want to continue the artistic style of the previous single, then "Six Feet Under" is more suitable to be released as the next promotional single." Zhao Youzhen thought about it seriously, and said, "However, it is only from the results. In terms of perspective, "Bellyache" is more suitable."

"The rhythm is brighter, the chorus part is more brainwashing, and the attitude expressed is closer to the younger group." Han Yi added, "The most important thing is...suitable for live performances."

"That's right, the scene is also an important factor." Yuzhen nodded slightly, trying not to shift the baseball cap on her head, "So my thoughts are... Of course, Karen's thoughts are the same as mine , put "Bellyache" as the second single, and it will start to be released in July, and then communicate with UTA, and arrange her and Madison to be Nick Jonas and Demi Lovato It's on the guest list for the hot spot on the tour."

Speaking of Madison, Han Yi subconsciously glanced at the iPhone 6S Plus hanging on the phone holder on the left side of the steering wheel.

This girl with severe Internet addiction is now the person with the highest frequency of chatting with Han Yi online.It is no exaggeration to say that the most important way for Han Yi to review the hot memes in 2016 is Madison Beal's Whatsapp dialog box.

"I've already talked to Neil Warnock about this matter after the board meeting last time. It's not a big problem." Han Yiping lay there, his neck still, and he glanced at Zhao Youzhen from the corner of his eye, " 15 minutes per person, three songs, up to four songs."

"Billy is fine. "Ocean Eyes", "Bellyache" and the unreleased "Six Feet Under" are enough. But does Madison have so many songs in reserve?"

"In the beginning, we could use the music that we had previously released on Kojima Records, and pay them and the publisher the performance royalties, and it didn't cost much... Then, the song "Cold Water", the mastering rights and performances The right is with us, just let Madison sing Justin’s part live. As long as the solo version is not released publicly, it’s fine, and Scooter won’t mind.”

"Okay, but..."

Before You Zhen could say the next sentence, she was interrupted by Xiao Ru who trot all the way to the parking lot to meet the two after the final exam.

"You are..."

Xiao Ru put her hands on her forehead to shade her, and looked in from the window glass on Han Yi's side, seeing a pair of mummies wrapped tightly in scarlet and in a very peaceful posture, her eyes widened.

"Are you making duck burritos?"

(End of this chapter)