American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 171 Substitution Method (Subscription Request)
"I love you, husband," Taylor whispered.

"I love you too."

Taylor hugged Ryan's neck tightly, and the ring finger on his left hand reflected the warm orange-yellow light of the desk lamp.

"..." Taylor's eyebrows were raised.

The first night in a new home is particularly long.

"Honey, you're so awesome!" Taylor opened his mouth into an O shape.

She was completely impressed.

"satisfied?"

"It's so full, husband. They're so jealous of me." Taylor adjusted the angle.

"Superman husband, I want to try to see the sun tomorrow." Taylor closed his eyes again.

"What if he goes to the hospital?" Ryan laughed.

"Then you go take care of me." Taylor laughed.

·
"I was just making an analogy!" Taylor, who woke up the next afternoon, said with tears in his eyes.

"Help me up. I'm going to supervise the housework." She waved to Ryan.

"You need to rest. I don't need your supervision." Ryan lay on the bed, holding Taylor.

"No, go and watch."

"Okay." Ryan pretended to stand up.

"No, hold me for a while." Taylor immediately hugged Ryan with his remaining strength and said weakly, "Is your thing charged?"

"You're the same, aren't you? You drank a bottle and a half of 1.5L water in one night."

"If I don't replenish water, then I am not a human being?"

The conversation between the engaged couple is very simple and direct.

"I think I broke a bone."

"where?"

"My bones are broken everywhere and it hurts everywhere. You bullied me, wuwuwu." Taylor whimpered and hugged Ryan's arms tightly.

"It's because you forgot to turn off the faucet." Ryan laughed.

"You're the only one who makes excuses." Taylor snorted and buried his face in Ryan's arms.

This is indeed the case. Under normal circumstances, no matter what, it would not be so exaggerated. But Taylor was different last night. There was the longing for each other as they hadn't seen each other for a long time, but also the joy of moving into a new house and officially living together.

It's not something these two can do. In fact, Beyonce later mentioned it in the lyrics, something like "until dawn", for fear that others didn't know how great her husband is.

Of course, this also requires the cooperation of swimming champion Ryan. After this battle, he got an additional title, "Palm Beach Thirteen".

"Bring the scale over here." Taylor pushed Ryan.

Seeing that Ryan didn't respond, he pushed Ryan a few more times.

Ryan did as he was told, and Taylor moved his legs out of bed, then stood on the scale with Ryan's help.

The number above shows 55KG.

"I lost weight! Really lost 1.5 kilograms!" Taylor looked unbelievable.

"I heard that this can help lose weight, but I didn't expect it to be true?" Taylor looked up at Ryan, as if he was Columbus discovering the New World.

"All you lose is water," Ryan reminded.

"I lost weight for half a month before, but it wasn't this much."

“It will go back up in a few days.”

"I've lost weight anyway. Tell me, if I do this for a month, will I be..."

"Then you will really die." Ryan said without thinking.

Taylor really believed this.

That evening, Ryan came to the bedroom with a dinner tray. "Mrs. Rivers, it's time to eat." Ryan's tone was like an old butler.

Taylor was wearing glasses at this time and holding a notebook. She was writing with her weird pen-holding posture. What she was writing was not a diary, but lyrics.

Taylor shows Ryan his new song from recent times.

There is the warm and tender "Never Grow Up" that describes family affection, the emotional "Better Than Revenge" that describes the loss of feelings, the "Ours" that describes secret love, and the accusatory "Haunted".

"This time I learned a new creative method, which I call the method of substitution. The psychiatrist told me that I was fantasizing about myself, so I strengthened this fantasy. In Never Grow Up, I fantasized about giving birth to a child for you. In Better Than Revenge, you were taken away by Daddario. Ours takes place in another parallel universe, where you and I don't know each other but are just colleagues. And in Haunted, you, a heartless man, dumped me!" Taylor kicked Ryan's waist with his foot and looked at him sideways. He was really into the film.

Ryan didn't care, as long as she could write songs, so what if he got kicked twice? And Taylor's feet were white and tender. In the eyes of the lovers, this was not called anger, this was called reward.

Ryan thought of another level. Taylor is now writing songs...shouldn't he also have more singles on the charts like himself?
Taylor hadn't eaten all day, so this was considered wolfing down the food.

"Aren't you afraid of gaining weight now?"

"I can't get fat with you here, so I'll trouble you to cheer me up!" Taylor said with a smile while chewing.

"Also, I've thought about it and you should come with me to Los Angeles. You have to attend the Grammys anyway, so it doesn't matter if you accompany me a few days early. You haven't spent much time with me since you proposed to me." Taylor blinked quickly and said coquettishly.

"So during New Year's Eve, I went to see Erica?" Ryan said.

"Just stay with me one more time."

"Okay, then just call me daddy first." Ryan nodded.

"I..." Taylor rolled his eyes at Ryan and shouted quickly.

"What?" Ryan pricked up his ears.

"Forget it." Taylor pouted.

“I have to make new songs.”

"I don't care. You told me to shout, and I did. It's not like you can't move those things over."

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Three days later, Ryan and Taylor appeared in Los Angeles, and as soon as they landed, they were surrounded by a large number of reporters.

Los Angeles has Hollywood and the most developed paparazzi system in the world. Anyone, passers-by, drivers, restaurant waiters, may become a paparazzi spy.

"Ryan, the murderer of Terra's brother's death has not yet been caught. Do you know the whereabouts of the murderer?"

"What kind of bullshit question is that? This has nothing to do with me."

"Ryan, you gave compensation to the family of the deceased. What is the purpose of this?"

"Let the family of this man mourn. It's that simple. He is still my employee after all."

"So what was your relationship like with Tyra when she was working at the record company?"

“I have a good relationship with every colleague.”

"Taylor, what do you think?"

"See with your eyes."

At the airport, Ryan and Taylor both put on sunglasses as precaution, with bodyguards in front of them and assistants behind them. Under heavy escort, the two got into the nanny car.

"These paparazzi are so annoying. Why are they still holding on to this matter?" Taylor muttered.

"As long as there are people watching, these people will put photos of their own mothers in the news, wearing Victoria's Secret clothes." Ryan said he didn't care.

In fact, public opinion online has reversed.

Many enthusiastic American netizens have begun to conduct a detailed investigation into the matter, arguing from multiple angles that Ryan is not the real culprit behind the death of Tyra's brother.

More and more rational voices began to appear online to discuss the issue, believing that it was just a coincidence.

"Then we just have to wait for the murderer to be caught," Taylor said.

"Is it possible that even if the murderer personally admits that I have nothing to do with this incident, the public will still think that I have bribed the other party?" Ryan suddenly said.

At this moment, Erica, who was sitting in the front, turned around. She was answering the phone: "Paula called. The local police spokesperson held a press conference. The murderer has been caught..."

“…but the person is already dead!”

(End of this chapter)