American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 199 No, are you serious?
It was another leisurely morning. Ryan woke up from his sleep and stretched comfortably. The Hästens mattress and the four-piece Pilates bed set were very expensive. This mattress alone could buy a 100-square-meter apartment in downtown New York. There was a special kind of comfort in the feeling of sleeping on money, which was of course more of a psychological effect.

"Eggs Benedict, bacon, smoked salmon, and some fruit. The doctor said I need to supplement my vitamins. I'll also fry some steak... Do you still have the croissant sandwich from last night? I want that too." Taylor, who was half asleep and half awake, began to order food automatically.

"When you're ready, I'll ask the servant to come up and call you." Ryan got out of bed and got dressed.

After washing up at the two- to three-meter-long wash basin, Ryan sat on the toilet and took a poop. The entire bedroom was decorated very luxuriously, with a textured marble floor, so that Ryan felt like he was in a palace when he took a poop.

There is also a huge bathtub in the next room, and next to the bathtub is a large LCD TV, which you can watch while taking a bath.

Isn’t the purpose of making money to enjoy life? Ryan enjoyed the flushing of the smart toilet and it felt pretty good.

At this moment, an alarm popped up on the small screen next to him, indicating that someone had broken in. Ryan tapped the touch screen twice, and the screen immediately changed to the living room surveillance.

It turned out that the servant had accidentally triggered the alarm again. This thing is a bit too sensitive at the moment and needs further debugging.

Ryan walked up the spiral staircase to the first floor and walked around the huge crystal chandelier that hung from the ceiling on the top floor like a waterfall. Taylor liked everything that could flicker, and this chandelier cost Ryan a lot of money.

When he arrived at the kitchen, the two servants had already prepared all the ingredients, such as matured beef, fermented dough, and washed and cut fruits into evenly-sized pieces. Ryan only needed to process them. Ryan would only cook when Taylor was at home; usually the servants did it.

About forty minutes later, Taylor came to the first floor barefoot with her hair like a bird's nest, wearing her large plastic myopic glasses, but the color of the glasses had changed to olive green.

She likes to wash up after breakfast. If she doesn't go out all day, she won't even notice herself all day. In her words, makeup is part of the job, and if she is not working, she naturally doesn't need to wear makeup.

I was halfway through my breakfast today when the security guard patrolling the door called me.

"There's a lady named Daddario coming to visit you."

You're not serious, are you?
Ryan felt a headache. This matter started from the day before yesterday. Daddario came to Florida alone. At night, she refused to go to the hotel and insisted that Ryan take her home. At night, she wore Taylor's nightgown, lay in Taylor's position, and then used Taylor's posture. She said that this way she could experience the feeling of being a hostess.

Yesterday at noon, Ryan called a temporary housekeeper to clean up all traces left by Daddario, then sent her away and let her fly back to Los Angeles by herself. In the afternoon, he went to the airport to pick Taylor up and take her home.

I thought Daddario arrived in Los Angeles yesterday, but I didn’t expect she didn’t leave at all!
"Who is it?" Taylor asked suspiciously when he saw Ryan's expression change.

"The actress who played in 'Go Broke' said she wanted to visit us. Forget it, let's go out and have fun today and we'll host her next time." Ryan was not going to let Daddario in.

"No, didn't you say you were going to stay home and have a good rest today? They came all the way here, don't you want them to see you?" Taylor responded immediately.

"This is not good. It disturbs both of us." Ryan muttered.

"It's nothing to disturb. I spent so much money to buy this house, and I renovated a lot of places. How can I not let people see it?" Taylor now wants to bring anyone home if she catches him, for fear that others don't know that she lives in a big mansion.

"Boss, she rushed in by herself." said the security guard on the other end of the phone.

I paid you to come here, but you can't even stop a woman? We need to strengthen your training.

Also, can you women please give me some peace of mind?
Ryan was complaining in his heart when there was a knock on the door.

"Go open the door." Taylor said to the servant.

Then he stood up and pulled down his sleeves which had been pulled down to his elbows.

Before, her parents and friends had visited her home, but they were all close friends and didn't have to be too particular. This was the first time Taylor had been a hostess to receive visitors.

Daddario entered the room, holding a wrapped gift box in her hand, which seemed to be a gift for Ryan and Tyler. "Hello." She stood at the door, first looked around the furnishings in the room, and then showed a natural and slightly surprised expression on her face, as if she was here for the first time.

What an actor indeed, Ryan thought.

"Welcome, welcome." Taylor hurried over.

"Daddario, why are you here? Long time no see. How have you been lately?" Taylor showed a smile on his face.

Of course she knew Daddario, and one of the worst decisions she ever made was to let Daddario stare at Ryan on the set of the music video.

From Taylor's perspective, the two seemed a little ambiguous. In order not to worry himself, Ryan took the initiative to transfer Daddario to film the TV series.

"Well, I'm in Florida for our honeymoon with my fiancé. When I heard that you and Ryan lived in Palm Beach, I thought of coming over to visit you two. I thought you were busy with work, but I'm so lucky that you two are home." Daddario was grateful.

"You're engaged?" Taylor was a little surprised.

Daddario nodded, then showed Taylor the ring on his ring finger: "Not bad, right?"

"It's really beautiful. This ring doesn't look cheap. What does the other person do? Why didn't he come with you?" A smile appeared on Taylor's face.

"It's incomparable to the one Ryan gave you. He's a businessman, doing import and export trade. He's always flying back and forth and spends less time in Los Angeles. He happens to be visiting a friend in Florida today. Next time I'll bring him over and let you see him." Daddario seemed to have thought of a set of rhetoric a long time ago, which was much more natural than when he was reciting the lines.

If her acting skills were this good, she might win an Oscar.

"Then you have to keep a close eye on him. Men like this are most likely to cheat."

"You're right. We should exchange experiences." Daddario held Taylor's hand.

"I don't have any experience." Taylor smiled sheepishly, then suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, oops, please sit down first. You haven't had breakfast yet, right? Eat first, I'll go upstairs to clean up. Ryan, entertain Daddario." Taylor waved to Ryan, then smiled at Daddario before going upstairs.

Daddario looked up, confirmed that Taylor had entered the room, and immediately sat down next to Ryan.

"Okay, now that you've met the person, it's about time to go back." Ryan said with a forced smile.

"Why should I go back? I came here just to look at houses." Daddario smiled.

"I'll buy you a set in Los Angeles later." Ryan frowned.

"I want to live here. From now on, you and I will be neighbors." Daddario raised his foot and rubbed his toes on Ryan's calf.

Then he naturally picked up the food on the table and took a bite.

"It tastes so good. I can feel your love for Taylor in it." Daddario looked intoxicated.

Then he leaned closer and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I don't want to be a widow. I want to share your love equally. Otherwise, I will chase you wherever you go!"

(End of this chapter)