American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 247 Ivanka: Bad Brother, Competition for Awards
The conversation was almost over, and Old Tang asked Ryan to return the phone to his daughter.

"I'm here." Ivanka took the phone.

The conversation between the two didn't last long. Iwanka just kept saying "hmm" and then she hung up the phone.

Ryan never asked Ivanka what her father had said to her. He probably just repeated the same few words over and over again.

Seeing the car approaching the doorstep, Ivanka spoke slowly, "He just told me to go back to work as soon as possible. I may really have to leave this time. Please find my replacement as soon as possible."

"Okay, no problem." Ryan didn't say anything else.

"Why... didn't you let me stay this time?" Ivanka suddenly felt reluctant again. Her mind was in a mess, with two completely contradictory thoughts appearing in her mind.

Ryan didn't respond, but just looked out the window, his expression undetectable.

"You haven't left yet. I know you don't want to leave." Ryan suddenly smiled and turned back.

"I'm not reluctant. I can leave you anytime." Ivanka pouted.

"Okay, then I'll arrange for someone to replace you tomorrow."

"That's great." Ivanka chuckled.

Ryan suddenly grabbed Ivanka's hand in the dark, but Ivanka pulled her hand back.

She shook her head at Ryan.

"I've always treated you as my younger brother."

"I just need a sister." Ryan hugged Ivanka.

"Don't be like this..." Ivanka was halfway through her words when Ryan kissed her lips.

Half a minute later, when their lips parted, Ivanka's eyes had become sticky and her face was flushed.

"You really can't do this to your sister." Ivanka still seemed very hesitant.

"Since we don't want to do this, let's do something more exciting." Ryan nodded.

"Shut up." Ivanka rolled her eyes at Ryan, and with her flushed cheeks, it seemed like she was complaining.

The car arrived at this time, and Ryan got out with Ivanka without saying a word. Ryan hugged Ivanka from behind, and the two of them walked hand in hand through the gate, the alley in the garden, and finally entered the house.

"Your driver is still waiting for you outside." Ivanka reminded Ryan as he was pushed into the door.

"I asked him to find a hotel nearby." Ryan nodded, implying that they should stay here overnight.

"You guys go and have some rest. Make more breakfast tomorrow." Ivanka turned around and told the servants to go back and rest.

As the servant left, Ryan picked up Ivanka, just like he did in the gym before, and then quickly climbed the stairs.

"How do you know where my bedroom is?" Ivanka couldn't help but ask.

"My guess."

"Nonsense, you noted the location the last time you came here." Ivanka said confidently.

Ryan carried Ivanka into her luxurious bedroom, which had the feel of a princess' room. There were several large stuffed toys on the bed, and a separate dressing table with all kinds of makeup and skin care products displayed in layers on both sides, with at least hundreds of bottles and jars.

"Tell me the truth, when did you become interested in me?" Ivanka sat on the bed, took the initiative to help Ryan unbutton his clothes, and then pretended to interrogate him seriously.

Ryan responded with a pair of big hands. After Ivanka fell down, Ryan pressed on her directly.

"If you don't tell me, I won't be friends with you, ah!" Ivanka couldn't help but scream, and her shirt was torn open.

Once you enter the room, you have no choice. Ryan looked at Ivanka's attractive body like a hungry wolf.

"Have you seen enough, you little rascal!" Ivanka breathed rapidly.

Ryan reached directly behind her back and untied her clothes skillfully.

"I haven't seen enough. I'll save it for later. Now I have to get down to business." Ryan said with a smile.

The next morning, Ryan slowly opened his eyes and looked at the woman beside him with her blonde hair loose, her hair below the collarbone hidden under the quilt, her face as rosy as last night, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

A girl who loves to laugh will not be too pregnant.

Ryan raised his hand and gently touched the tip of her nose. After teasing her back and forth, the woman finally woke up.

"Good morning, little rascal." Ivanka leaned in and kissed Ryan on the cheek.

Ryan turned sideways and hugged Ivanka tightly, and the pressure could be clearly felt under her collarbone.

Although it is an acquired product, it feels no worse than the innate one.

Ivanka also kept trying to get into Ryan's arms.

"You haven't answered me yet. Have you been thinking about me for a long time?" Ivanka was still thinking about the question from last night.

The rice has been cooked, and Ryan no longer denies it: "After I first saw you in the nightclub, you were on the prey list."

"You little rascal are so bad, there are a lot of beauties on your prey list, right?"

"That's nothing compared to you."

She wouldn't believe Ivanka's pretense of innocence.

Ivanka snorted, "Sister is going to teach you a lesson." She began to wrap around her like an octopus again.

Ivanka has always maintained a fitness habit, and with her ultimate devilish body, even the battle-hardened Ryan was defeated in a short period of time.

"Useless little piece of shit." Ivanka sneered with a smile.

Normally the other party would beg for mercy, but the situation seemed to be reversed with her. This aroused Ryan's competitive spirit, and as if he wanted to show off, he pulled her up to sit opposite him, without saying a word, just working silently.

Ivanka originally had a smile on his face, but soon his expression became serious and his brows furrowed. When his brows relaxed again, his expression collapsed.

Ryan made her face away from him again and pulled her blonde hair hard, forcing Ivanka to lift her neck and face, her whole body tense like a longbow with a bowstring.

"Little bitch, do you still want to leave?" Ryan pulled his hair.

Ivanka gritted her teeth and refused to speak, but she finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"I won't leave. I will stay by your side forever!"

The sharp scream passed through the thick door and echoed in the corridor.

After a while, the two came downstairs and saw a sumptuous breakfast on the table. There were no men's pajamas here, and Ryan was still wearing yesterday's clothes. Ivanka took the initiative to bring food to Ryan, just like a wife taking care of her husband.

At this time, she began to calm down, sitting quietly opposite Ryan, supporting her chin with one hand, just looking at Ryan. Suddenly, she thought of a question, does Taylor Swift also often look at Ryan like this?

When she thought of this, her mind could no longer calm down. Although she did not regret what happened last night, she also knew that she should stop here, otherwise it would be impossible to end it later. "After dinner, I will go to run the company, and you go find a replacement. I think your beautiful secretary is very suitable." Ivanka tried to say.

"She's an actress and will work in Hollywood." Ryan denied the answer and raised his head: "You can go, but you have to come here from time to time."

"Can't you just come find me?" Ivanka laughed.

Ryan immediately shook his head: "I'm busy."

So you just let me deliver it to your door?
"Okay." Ivanka nodded.

I thought it was okay to come once in a while, Taylor wouldn't notice, she was usually very busy.

The bottom line is like a woman’s plastic wrap. Once it is broken, it will often happen countless times.

"Don't give up the house. The servants can stay for the time being. They saw me last night. You should know what to do, right?" Ryan said again.

"I brought those girls here from New York. Their relatives still work in my father's company. You can rest assured that they won't say anything." Ivanka said.

In the next three days, Ryan only went to the bad room once a day, and then returned to the operating company in Fort Lauderdale. In name, he was helping Ivanka, but in fact, he often made her call him "little bad boy" in the office. After get off work, the two went to the gym as usual, and then returned to Ivanka's home.

Ivanka also became very motivated at work, and even with Ryan's frequent interference, she still managed to get many franchisees who came. Ivanka reminded Ryan on the first two days, and on the third day, Ivanka no longer talked about leaving.

"Little rascal, if this goes on, what will I do if I get little rascal?" Ivanka felt a burning sensation and said worriedly.

"That's better. In a few years, you'll be an older mother." Ryan leaned over and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

You really want to have a baby with me?! Ivanka was shocked.

But he said, "You are fooling me again. You just watched me swallow the medicine."

Ryan smiled and said nothing, then started to get dressed.

"Where are you going?" Ivanka immediately stood up.

"I have to stay in the bad room for the next few days, and the preparations for the carnival have fallen behind a lot." Ryan said.

"Is Taylor coming back?" Ivanka realized immediately.

Ryan walked over and touched her head: "She will be gone in two days. I will come to see you then."

Ivanka rested her forehead against Ryan's abdomen and thought for a few seconds: "Is this really okay?"

"Don't think too much. Just wait for me to come back." Ryan touched her cheek, then turned and walked out.

Ivanka's body was stiff for a moment, and then she fell down helplessly like a puppet with its strings cut. She closed her eyes, her mind in a mess.

The cell phone rang and Ivanka stood up to answer it.

"When will you come back? The renovation of the building here has already started." Old Tang said on the other end of the phone.

"Let someone else do it first. Ryan hasn't found a successor yet." Ivanka responded immediately.

"It's been a few days, don't you want to leave?" Old Tang immediately felt something.

"You're involved with that brat?" Old Tang raised his voice.

"Dad, I already have a fiancée, and I am a man with a bottom line!" Ivanka yelled.

"Then come back quickly! Don't worry about the company's affairs. Ryan is deliberately holding you back! If you leave, he will naturally find a successor."

"That's someone else's company. You're just working for them. This is your future." Old Tang advised earnestly.

"But without Ryan, you're going to go bankrupt and reorganize again, and your previous business in Atlantic City is completely ruined! Can't I help him?" Ivanka said in desperation.

"That's because my conditions were enough to impress him, it's that simple. It wasn't given to me by him, and I don't need charity from anyone!"

"I said, we can't leave now, so wait a little longer, that's it." Ivanka hung up the phone.

Then he couldn't help but sigh.

When Ryan returned home, he immediately moved some clothes and some handy items to pretend that he had always lived there. He also filled the plastic basket with laundry. At noon the next day, Ryan left the bad room to pick up Taylor at the airport.

Taylor was as disguised today as before, with three assistants following behind her, pushing her luggage. She often returns without bodyguards.

Taylor walked forward for a while with his head down, then he noticed a tall figure disguised like himself standing at the exit, and he knew it was Ryan who came to pick him up.

There were many people around, and the two of them didn't have much to say to each other, so Taylor took Ryan's arm and walked towards the exit.

Entering the car, Taylor took off his disguise and leaned his head on Ryan's shoulder.

"I counted the votes later, and found that several judges who had promised me the chance didn't vote for me at all in the end," Taylor said.

"You at least won Album of the Year."

"But Carrie Underwood took Entertainer of the Year."

“If you still can’t make a breakthrough in the academy, then look for the Academy of Country Music’s arch-enemy.” Ryan offered another idea.

"You mean the Country Music Association?"

There are two major awards in the field of country music, one from the association and one from the academy. The Country Music Association Awards (CMA) are held in November every year.

"Yes, we took a clear stand, refused to attend all Academy of Country Music events, and exerted influence in the association."

"But... this will anger the academy." Taylor pondered the consequences of doing so.

"Of course it will, but the potential benefits will be greater. As your fame grows, you'll become the representative of country music festivals. Then you can use the Country Music Association to suppress the academy. In the end, you'll be able to sign more country artists and make more money." Ryan provided the idea, which was a replica of his series of attempts in the electronic music industry.

"The specific choice depends on your decision," Ryan said.

"I need to think about this carefully. Let's not talk about these annoying things. I've almost finished writing the long live. I want to use your recording studio for the recording this time. Should you be able to make room for me?"

"Of course, now that you're here, everyone else has to step aside."

"Also, how are the preparations for the carnival going?" Taylor asked.

"Everything is going on steadily. Most of the performance lineup has been finalized. As for the related music conference, I've thought about it and decided not to hold it this time. Firstly, it has just been held, and secondly, it was during the International Music Summit, so we should stay out of the spotlight. However, many electronic music equipment manufacturers will join in. They are all sponsors, and will open experience areas outside the venue." Ryan continued.

This is thanks to the two female generals of CW TV station. They have attracted a lot of sponsorship. Equipment manufacturers are only a part of them, and there are also some heavyweight mass consumer brands.

Taylor nodded, feeling relieved to hear Ryan say that.

"I'm afraid you're very busy this week. Nathan Chapman (Taylor's album producer) probably won't arrive until the day after tomorrow. I'd like to visit your operating company tomorrow." Taylor suggested.

"It's a mess there, there's nothing to see. I'm really tired these days, running back and forth between two companies. Why don't we take a day off tomorrow and go sunbathe?" Ryan proposed another plan.

Taylor nodded, with a smile on her face. "Now that you mention it, it's time to take a break. I'll listen to you! I'll wear a sexy swimsuit tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)