American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 240: Declare War on the Number One Scumbag

"It sounds like she's with Dr. Luck." Ryan put down the phone.

"That producer?" Taylor scooped a spoonful of ice cream and put it into his mouth.

Some supermarkets in the United States sell "giant packages" of various snacks, and the ice cream bucket in Taylor's arms is particularly large.

She handed Ryan another spoonful, and this time Ryan shook his head. Apart from women, he was very self-disciplined in other aspects, and his diet was almost evolving to that of an athlete.

Taylor glanced at Ryan and said sheepishly, "I'll take a few more bites. Just a few more."

She still couldn't resist the temptation.

If Taylor wanted to eat, Ryan would not stop him. Besides, Taylor was too thin now, with arms as thin as firewood sticks, and he didn't have a bear, so it would be better if he was a little plumper.

"Since she and Luke are together, they should be working on a new album, right?" Taylor put the spoon into his mouth, pursed his lips, and sucked the spoon clean.

As a producer, Dr.luck is an absolute hit-making machine. The artists he has worked with include Backstreet Boys, Kelly Clarkson, Pink, and Avril Lavigne. Avril's song "Girlfirend" was produced by him, and he was also the behind-the-scenes manipulator for the song "Right Round" with Flo Rida. He also produced Katy Perry's entire album last year, including those hit singles.

Perhaps because they felt that their last collaboration went very smoothly, Katy Perry teamed up with him again. Katy Perry is a die-hard supporter of Luke. A few years later, when Luke was in the worst of the storm, Katy did not step out to add insult to injury, and continued to work with Luke despite the pressure.

"Yeah, we two are outliers. For other singers, it is very important to find a great producer." Taylor nodded.

She and Ryan are a strange pair. One is good at songwriting, and the other is proficient in electronic music production. Together, the two of them form a pop music production line.

"But there are only a few great producers." Ryan thought about it. The number of people who can reach Luke's level can be counted on two hands. The top producers have a share of the royalties from the records, and the proportion is not low. They are considered invisible rich people in the industry.

"People always say I'm good at judging people." Taylor smiled, his eyes narrowed.

"I can only call it half." Ryan shook his head. He was very self-aware and didn't have a sense of déjà vu that he was nothing. That was why he was desperately trying to expand his territory. The bigger the business, the stronger his ability to resist risks.

"So, tell me, are Katy Perry and Luke together?" Taylor asked again.

"That's probably true." Ryan said lightly. Katy has no say in this matter. It depends on who Luke is. Considering that he has independently trained many "female singers", it is unlikely that he would not take action against Katy Perry.

Taylor nodded, as he knew another piece of gossip. He had heard about this kind of crotch-breaking stuff so many times that he was not surprised at all. He looked at Ryan with a little more scrutiny.

"You haven't explained to me what happened between you and those female cheerleaders." Taylor changed the subject. Since the last time "DJ" magazine broke the news, she and Ryan only mentioned it on the phone and never discussed it in detail.

After hearing this, Ryan was stunned for a moment, then showed helplessness: "Since you ask that, then I can only tell you that I fucked all those female cheerleaders!"

"WHAT!!!" Taylor raised his voice and was completely stunned.

"Not only did I fuck them all, but many of them got pregnant. By this time next year, I will have a lot of illegitimate children." Ryan seemed to think that was not enough and continued to add fuel to the fire.

"What did you say! Say it again!" Taylor pointed at Ryan with a spoon.

"Taylor, if there was any random news out there, you would interrogate me so seriously, then why don't I let you know the 'truth' in advance." Ryan raised his hand and made a quotation mark: "Just think of it as desensitization training."

"That won't do! You can't let those female cheerleaders come again, or I'll have someone keep an eye on you." Taylor pouted. His heart almost jumped out of his chest after what Ryan did just now.

"Honey, you know that this is impossible. There will be more and more rumors like this in the future. Don't forget that we are celebrities. We accept the benefits brought by public attention, but we also have to bear the cost of public discussion. The private lives of public figures have never been under their control." Ryan shrugged, continuing to give Taylor a shot of prevention.

Taylor took a few deep breaths. He couldn't refute Ryan's words, so he said weakly, "Can't you find a solution?"

"Of course. If you really can't accept it, we can separate temporarily. Calm down and think about it carefully." Ryan said lightly.

"Fuck you!" Taylor couldn't help but swear and kicked Ryan.

Ryan looked at Taylor's white soles without any dead skin or dark yellow, and they were rosy in color. He raised his hand and grabbed them, then took advantage of the situation to drag her over.

"If you can't live without me, stop thinking about it and don't let those tabloids affect our relationship. The more you show discomfort, the more those tabloids will intensify and rub salt into your wounds." Ryan lowered his head and looked at Taylor's face closely. He could see that she had a frown on her face, and her eyes were a mixture of loss and anger, and she was a little confused.

Ryan knew very well that he and Taylor were so closely connected that she couldn't leave him at all, and thus became more and more unscrupulous.

Taylor felt Ryan hugging her, and she subconsciously grabbed Ryan's arm with both hands. She was no longer the naive and romantic newcomer who knew nothing. She smiled slightly and said, "I know you have a lot of temptations, and it's not a good idea to hold it back. How about this, I'll call Abigail home to help you relieve your heat. She's one of us, and she won't tell anyone. This way, at least it's a lot safer."

Changing the tactics? Ryan was a little surprised. Taylor learned quickly and immediately followed suit.

"Don't harm others. I'll give you Mary's phone number. Just call a group of senior escorts over." Ryan said with a smile.

"No, what if they tell others? Besides, they are not clean either. Abigail is much better than them." Taylor continued to smile: "Anyway, I was the one who interfered between you two. You and her rekindled your old relationship, which is the retribution I deserve. The last time she called me, she was still thinking about you."

"Then don't regret it." Ryan kissed Taylor.

"What do I have to regret?" Taylor thought it through. If Ryan really hooked up with her, she would cry and make a fuss, making Ryan regret it for the rest of his life. He would feel guilty whenever he saw her from then on.

After saying that, Taylor broke free from Ryan's arms, picked up his phone, and walked to the back garden alone.

"Abigail, Ryan is always thinking about other women. You have to do me a favor this time." Taylor said as soon as he came up.

"You want me to test him?" Abigail realized something.

"That's right, you seduce him and make him fall in love with you, and then it's my turn to come out and catch him in the act!"

"Taylor...all men are the same. Even if you caught them cheating, so what? Let's just forget about it." Of course Abigail would not agree.

"Why should we let it go? He's becoming more and more confident now. He just said he wanted to separate from me. We must teach him a lesson!" Taylor said in a low voice.

"Did he really tell you that? What a bastard! You gave him so much money and he doesn't know how to be grateful at all. He's such a heartless person!" Abigail immediately joined Taylor in scolding.

"Yeah, I was really stupid at the time. I shouldn't have agreed to his proposal in the first place." Taylor muttered.

"He was so romantic at the time, no one would refuse." Abigail smiled bitterly.

"He's so good at pleasing girls. It's only been a short time and he's already like this. In a few years, he'll have so many illegitimate children." Taylor became angrier and angrier. "Besides, you've given him all the money. You have a share in Ryan's career. You've paid for all the other women's money! Ryan must explain clearly this time, or we'll separate!" Abigail advised Taylor.

"Are they really separating?" Taylor's heart twitched. Thinking back to the revelation of this incident, it was just a rumor published in "DJ" magazine. If they were really separating, wouldn't Ryan's enemies be laughing in their dreams?

"What else? He is threatening you with this matter. He is cruel, so you have to be more cruel than him! Honey, I will stay at home for a few days and go to Florida soon. You don't have anyone to rely on now, so I will help you out!"

"Why don't we wait a while? Ryan has something to deal with these days. It won't take more than a few days, right?" Taylor said subconsciously. When she was really ready to take action, she became more and more uneasy.

"Look, you're still thinking about him. Don't you realize that the better you do for him, the more confident he becomes? This matter must not be delayed!" Abigail said anxiously on the other end of the phone. Her college tuition was paid by Taylor, and she wanted to stand up for Taylor without hesitation.

"But..." Taylor was still a little hesitant.

"No buts, it's settled. I'll pack up and leave early tomorrow morning!" Abigail hung up the phone.

"Hello... Hello... Why did you hang up so quickly?" Taylor put down his phone and paced in the back garden almost subconsciously. Things had completely gotten out of control by now.

"It's okay. Ryan and Abigail are my closest people. No matter what happens, it won't be spread out." Taylor comforted himself.

When she returned to the living room, she saw Ryan was also on the phone, and the other party seemed to be Rihanna's agent.

"Did she agree?" Taylor asked when he saw Ryan put down the phone.

"No, they said they need to confirm the itinerary," Ryan said, and then he seemed to be talking to himself, "Now the only one left is Adele from the UK. I just talked to Simon on the phone, and he said he would ask for me."

Adele is more active in the UK and has not fully integrated into the American pop music circle, so Ryan can only contact her through an intermediary.

"Oh." Taylor sat down at this time, not knowing what to say.

Ryan then remembered that Taylor had just gone out to make a phone call. Looking at Taylor's reaction, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "You didn't really let Abigail come over, did you?"

"She said...she said she wanted to come and see me, just to see me." Taylor didn't dare to say the purpose of Abigail's visit.

But even so, Ryan still felt it was difficult to deal with, and his expression was quite helpless: "Even if I come to take a look, I can't do it at this time. This will only cause trouble."

"She came to see me, not you." Taylor felt that Ryan was lecturing him and subconsciously fought back.

"Okay, we can't just kick her out." Ryan also knew that the matter was done. After all, she was Taylor's best friend and she was already here.

"I'm going to take a bath." Ryan stood up.

"Okay." Taylor nodded absentmindedly, his mind still on the conversation with Abigail.

"Let's take a shower together." Ryan looked at Taylor with her blonde hair loose. With Ryan's hard work, Taylor became more beautiful and charming. Compared with before, she had more charm and style of a young woman, especially her pair of long white legs, which were white and straight, and a little plumper than before, making them more suitable for carrying on shoulders.

"what?"

Without waiting for Taylor to answer, Ryan grabbed her and lifted her up in a princess hug.

"I want to watch TV..." Taylor said shyly.

"The TV next to the bathtub is bigger than this." Ryan said with a smile.

They played in the water for a while, and then they both wrapped themselves in bathrobes and went to the cloakroom.

"I cosplayed as Wonder Woman last time." Ryan took the initiative to flip through a wardrobe. This separate wardrobe was very special. There were many clothes of different styles. Most of them were fun clothes made of a few pieces of cloth, and various high heels and stockings were placed underneath.

It's not illegal for a couple to do some COS. Ryan liked it, so Taylor agreed to it.

"How about wearing this tonight?" Ryan took out the thickest black one-piece tights, "Be Catwoman tonight." Ryan put the clothes in front of Taylor and gestured.

"This suit is very difficult to wear, and it's very stuffy." Taylor recalled the last time he wore this suit, which was a month ago. When he took it off the next day, he found that many of his joints were rubbed red and swollen. In fact, it is really uncomfortable to play a search officer in some movies, and the money is earned through hard work.

"I'll help you put it on, lift your legs." Ryan would not let her go.

Then he gently pushed Taylor back and let her lean against the shoe cabinet behind her. He first lifted one leg, then lifted the other smooth and slender leg, and then helped her pull it up. This pair of leather pants was specially designed with a zipper, which was very convenient and would definitely not cause the weird phenomenon of bulging due to farting.

Next comes the top and cat ears, and finally we can’t forget the eye mask, which is the soul of the whole outfit.

"Perfect." Ryan said with satisfaction.

"Just bully me." Taylor's fair face turned red.

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after a while.

"Honey, hold me!" Taylor opened her arms and begged.

Ryan did as he was told and hugged Taylor tightly: "Honey, don't get jealous because of those rumors in the future, okay?"

"Okay." Taylor hummed. At this time, he had already forgotten what was written in the DJ magazine.

But the next second, he thought that Abigail would come tomorrow, and his heart sank, and his whole body became calm.

"Why aren't you in good shape tonight?" Ryan immediately noticed the changes in Taylor.

"Nothing." Taylor asked Ryan to get up, then took off his clothes, ran to the bathroom, took a quick shower and washed off the sweat.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Ryan couldn't help but ask when Taylor came back.

"No." Taylor smiled stiffly.

She is now caught in the middle, feeling increasingly helpless and not knowing what to do tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)