American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 119 You're really jumping (please subscribe)
"I..." Ryan immediately raised his hand to cover Daddario's mouth to prevent her from making any sound.

"Are you in the office?" Taylor asked again.

"I'm... downstairs." Ryan suddenly had an idea.

"Downstairs? Why didn't I see you when I came up just now? The employees said you were upstairs making a new song. Where did you go?" Taylor lowered his voice.

"Why are you here?" Ryan smiled.

At the same time, she began to push Daddario towards the window. The window was four stories high. If she jumped from here, she would either break her legs or become paralyzed.

Before Taylor responded, Ryan immediately said, "I'll be right up." and hung up the phone.

"Why is she here?" Daddario's voice trembled.

Ryan quickly put on his pants and sloppily threw on his shirt.

"You stay here quietly. I have to send you a message before you can leave!" Ryan didn't have time to say anything more. He stuck his head out, looked downstairs, and then took a deep breath.

Then he leaped onto the air conditioner outdoor unit on the next floor, and nearly slipped, so he held on to the wall to steady himself. Then he jumped again and jumped onto the air conditioner outdoor unit on the second floor, and with another big jump, he landed safely on the ground.

Daddario, who was upstairs, leaned his head out and was stunned.

Are you really jumping?
At the same time, Daddario heard footsteps outside the door.

The decoration of this place has not started at all, and not many people come here usually. Combined with Ryan's reaction, there is only one answer.

Daddario quickly grabbed the clothes hanging on the rack and began to dress quickly.

At the same time, Ryan entered the nightclub from the back door and met the two guards again.

"Do you know what to say?" Ryan asked as he buttoned his shirt.

The two guards immediately made way for him and nodded quickly: "We didn't see anything."

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Taylor stood in the men's room and watched Erica knock on each cubicle door.

"Ryan's not in the bathroom!"

"Where did he go?" Taylor frowned.

The two left the bathroom and passed by the storage room when Taylor suddenly stopped. Seeing Taylor's eye signal, Erica immediately turned the handle, but found that the door was locked.

"Come out, I know you're in there." Taylor sneered.

There was no response from the room.

"Go find the key!" Taylor whispered. Erica turned around and suddenly stopped.

"My office is here." Ryan's voice came from the other side of the corridor.

When Taylor turned around, he saw Ryan holding a Roland-JP synthesizer, and it seemed that he had just come up.

"Come over and give me a hand," Ryan motioned to Erica.

Taylor frowned, turned around, and followed Ryan into his office.

Ryan had just put down the equipment when he turned around and hugged Taylor: "Aren't you sick? I didn't expect to give me such a big surprise. How did you get here?"

"Take a plane, it's quick." Taylor's lips were suddenly kissed, and he could feel the heat radiating from Ryan's body.

"Don't you have work tomorrow? Or do you want to rest for a few more days?" Ryan asked casually, putting his arm around Taylor's waist, taking her to the computer and showing her his new song.

"You're sweating." Taylor took out two pieces of toilet paper and wiped Ryan's sweat. He turned up his collar and didn't smell any other woman's scent.

"I have to rush back early tomorrow morning. In Philadelphia alone, I have to visit several stores and meet with fans," Taylor continued.

"It's a rare day for you to come here, so I won't work today and will just accompany you." Ryan held Taylor's hand.

"You have so many miscellaneous things here, I'll ask Erica to put them in the storage room." Taylor didn't respond, but suddenly stretched out his hand.

"What?" "Keys, take them out." Taylor said.

Ryan opened the drawer and handed the key to Erica. Erica picked up the sundries on the ground and put them into the storage room in batches.

Until she closed the door for the last time, a head popped out from the deepest part of the storage shelf. It was naturally Daddario.

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After packing up quickly, Ryan, Taylor and Erica left the nightclub and headed straight to a high-end shopping mall in Miami.

Ryan was very generous and took Taylor into the Hermès store. Originally, he thought that a shabby bag would cost at most five figures, but this crappy Hermès had to match the goods. To buy a bag, he had to buy a bunch of useless things first. It was because the other party recognized that he was a celebrity and reduced the number of matching goods. But even so, Ryan felt the pain, but he didn't show it.

Carrying the legendary Kelly bag, Taylor finally had a smile on his face. It is said that bags can cure all diseases. This thing is like a luxury car in the mind of men.

In addition to brand-name bags, there are also miscellaneous clothes and shoes. Taylor looks very beautiful in Jimmy Choo's black shoes. Because they are too high and they hurt her feet, she doesn't wear high heels very often in private.

"So you like this feeling." Taylor took two steps in front of the mirror.

Her legs are already very long, and when set off by the high heels, they are naturally the best.

Ryan sat nearby, looking at the edible long legs with interest.

Taylor's aura when wearing high heels is actually not inferior to that of a model. Her hair is white, long and straight, enough to last a lifetime.

It was not until they left the mall that Ryan remembered that Daddario was still squatting in the storage room and sent her a text message.

At this time, there were a large number of paparazzi outside the store. Ryan and Taylor's photos could now be sold for thousands of dollars, and they had become a hot commodity in the paparazzi market.

Ryan and Taylor hurried to the parking lot. Erica had already driven out the car. The two got into the navigator and drove away.

"Go around the city a few more times and get rid of these followers behind you," Ryan ordered.

Then I made a reservation at the most luxurious Italian restaurant in Miami.

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In the quiet box, the candlelight exudes a warm glow, and Taylor's face is even more red and white under the candlelight, and she is so beautiful.

"Why are you so nice to me today? Did you do something wrong and want to compensate me?" Taylor said in a joking tone.

"Since you don't like it, then we won't go out to eat in the future, and I won't buy you anything." Ryan shrugged.

"Of course I don't like it." Taylor shook his head quickly.

"But you don't trust me, Taylor, you haven't changed. You said you wouldn't place anyone around me, but look at what you have done now? You flew right over here." Ryan frowned slightly.

"I just feel like no one else can take good care of you," Taylor quickly explained.

"Is it care or surveillance? Coming to my house every morning? Even rummaging through my garbage. You don't think I don't know? I feel a little suffocated right now."

"To put it seriously, this is really a mental illness and needs treatment." Ryan began to exaggerate.

"I don't." Taylor muttered, but his tone was obviously not as firm as before.

"I understand that you are under a lot of pressure, but this is not a normal way to relieve stress. So, I'll make an appointment with a psychologist to talk to you. It's nothing, just a simple chat." Ryan continued.

"I'm just a little insecure, and you're too close to Daddario," Taylor said hesitantly.

"Okay, I'll fire Daddario directly, but you have to talk to a psychiatrist," Ryan said.

If he really goes to a psychologist, even if he is not sick, he will be diagnosed with some inexplicable "personality disorder". As for Daddario, he is too big a target around him, and he will be exposed sooner or later. To be safe, it is better to cut off the overt contact.

"Okay, let Daddario stay. I don't want to affect you..." Taylor thought about it. After all, Daddario still had to help Ryan deal with things. She didn't want to cause obstacles to Ryan because of herself.

"If it can make you worry less, it doesn't matter if I'm busy." Ryan said slowly.

Taylor couldn't persuade Ryan, so he finally nodded.

"Ryan, I'm sorry." Taylor admitted his mistake in a low voice.

　Once the leg photo card is reviewed, it can usually be released.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)