"Eh...that's not right. If it's a bad movie, why can I still dream about it?"

"Can this crappy movie be a hit?"

"What is a bad movie? What is a bad movie? I have struggled for so long before I got a big role as a heroine. I am already twenty-eight years old this year, and the movie I just filmed, "Monsters in Chinatown," was also terrible. If

If I can no longer star in a hit movie, I have no choice but to say goodbye to Hollywood."

"What, you are twenty-eight?"

Ronald looked at Kim Carrotel. She had delicate skin, charming blond hair, not a single wrinkle on her face, and a very tall figure. It was impossible to tell that she was so old.

"Why do you want to ask about the age of the actress? Well, I am twenty-nine, how can I not compare with those little girls in their early twenties?"

Kim Carrottel deliberately puffed up her chest, then walked towards Ronald with cat steps, "Only an experienced and mature woman will know what you want, Director Ronald."

A heart-wrenching sound penetrated Ronald's ears.

Looking at Kim Carrotel leaning against him, Ronald felt dizzy. This woman was indeed intoxicating.

"Are you really twenty-nine?"

Ronald couldn't believe it, how could twenty-nine be like this?

"Okay, I'm thirty, are you satisfied?"

Kim Carrotel was so angry that she kicked Ronald in the body.

"Ah..." Ronald hid and rolled under the bed again.

"Ronnie, Ronnie, are you okay? Do you want to go to the hospital?" Little Bud was very worried when he heard that he fell under the bed for the second time tonight.

"It's okay, I'm okay, I had another dream, it was too realistic."

Ronald wiped his sweat.

"Shall we go to the hospital for a checkup?"

"No, I'm fine. Don't tell others, I'm just a little tired. It's fine." Ronald pushed little Bud out. He will have to install a railing on the bed in the future. I have been dreaming about movies so frequently lately.
Chapter completed!