Ryan knew that he could not look at American girls from his previous life. Besides, it was just a supper, not a fire or a videotape, or a videotape. It was no big deal.

But he didn't expect that the dining location was not in the hotel's restaurant, but the presidential suite on the top floor belonging to Paris.

"Ryan, welcome to visit my room." The little girl held her head high and led the way.

Ryan's forehead was leaping veins. As for the reason? It's very simple. Just look at the decoration of the room.

It’s not that it is so luxurious. Compared with the nouveau riche in Arabia in previous lives, the Waldorf Astoria Hotel has a profound heritage, luxurious and restrained style, just like a Western aristocrat with hundreds of years of tradition.

Well, pink has nothing to do with these!

Ryan was walking on a pink carpet, pink crystal chandeliers and ceilings above his head, pink tapestries hanging on the walls around him, and even all the cabinets were pink, which was a pink fairy tale world.

Then, something that made Ryan even more collapsed. Paris took him into her bedroom, which was still pink inside. She took three books from the bedside table, her own books, the first three Harry Potters that had been published.

But... it's just that all these three books are pink, whether they are in the covers or pages. He doesn't remember that the publisher published the pink Harry Potter. Could it be pirated?

The heir of the Dangdang Hilton Group actually watched the pirated version. It’s really hard for the uncle to tolerate it, but Ryan couldn’t!

"Pari, is this a pirated copy?" he asked tentatively.

"Piracy?" the little girl blinked and continued, "This is what I asked my father to customize from a publishing house, and I made them pink."

I'm really a ghost, this little girl is so obsessed with pink? Ryan quietly wiped away the cold sweat from his head.

"Is my room beautiful? Is it very much like the dream world you wrote?" the girl asked proudly.

"It's pretty, but don't you think the color is getting more monotonous?" Ryan rolled his eyes.

"How cute pink is!" Perhaps seeing Ryan's eyes rolling, Paris curled her lips and said, "If one day I am elected President of the United States, the first decree is to paint the White House pink!"

What a great ideal! The zippered president and the cowboy president are weaker than you! Ryan secretly gave a thumbs up. If she can be elected president of the United States, it will definitely be a blessing for the people of the world.

Then, Ryan followed her to visit the cloakroom, library, entertainment room, etc. Without exception, the main color was pink, especially the pink clothes in the cloakroom, which made his eyes almost turn into a little white rabbit.

"Look, Ryan, I've read all your works." In the library, Paris pointed to several books on the desk and said.

After spending half an afternoon together, Ryan gradually understood her temperament and knew that she was just a spoiled and playful girl. At that moment, she was not polite and sat directly on the chair in front of the desk, opened the books and flipped through it. Indeed, there were obvious signs of turning the pages, and they were drawing related pictures based on the words in the blank space, but the painting level was terrible, and it should have been written by this girl.

"Which article is your favorite except Harry Potter?" he asked.

"Well... Toy Story is good, but you can't buy a lot of toys you write. The Brave's game is also good. Sometimes I want to enter such a dream world." It seems that she is very familiar with "Ryan Story Collection".

After chatting for a few more words, the butler of the suite informed them that they could go to the restaurant.

Sitting at the pink dining table, holding a pink plastic knife and fork, Ryan sighed a lot. His past and present life have been together for decades. This is the most special dinner he has ever used. Could it be that the food that comes is also pink?

Fortunately, the French dinner came, and it seemed that Paris was treating the guests seriously. Even though he removed a lot of drinks and food that were not suitable for underage, the meal was still very formal.

Fortunately, when he was in London, Ryan learned the dining etiquette of the most important Western dishes from the family etiquette teacher. He looked a bit gentlemanly when he was in a gesture. However, the little girl still maintained a serious attitude at the beginning, and in just a few minutes, she became solid.

"Come on, Ryan, don't you think this is uncomfortable? We should be free and unrestrained!" Looking at Ryan's erotic look, the little girl was dissatisfied.

"Okay." Ryan shrugged and relaxed a lot.

"Can you tell me a story?" the little girl asked with her naive big eyes blinking. "Don't I've seen it, nor do I need the "The Lion King" in the afternoon. I want to hear the brand new one."

With his hands short and his mouth short, Ryan could only smile helplessly and said, "Okay, I'll tell you a story about a panda who knows how to be kung fu."

"Kung Fu?" the little girl thought for a while and asked, "Is it like Bruce Lee?"

"Yeah~ It's about the same."

After drinking the juice, Ryan started talking briefly. The little girl listened very seriously and often forgot to eat, and seemed to be completely immersed in it.

"After a fierce battle, Panda Abao finally realized the true meaning of Kung Fu, defeated the demon Snow Leopard Dragon, brought peace to the Peace Valley, and became the real dragon hero!" In less than half an hour, the simplified version of "Kung Fu Panda" appeared in this world, but unfortunately there was only one listener.

"Wow, Abao is so great, I love pandas." As the two became familiar with each other, Paris's lively temperament became more and more obvious, and she cheered even more, "Ryan, can we go to the zoo to see pandas tomorrow?"

"No." Ryan refused directly, "I will follow the crew to participate in the promotion tomorrow."

At the same time, he muttered in his heart, let’s forget about pandas, if you look at goldfish...

…………

The publicity continued, and the crew accepted an exclusive interview with the New York Times, but after the interview report was released the next day, Ryan was amused and crying.

The column written by the interview reporter initially revolved around the entire crew, but after half of the report, he knew what he was thinking, but he actually came to a crooked building and pointed most of his pen and ink at himself.

"James Cameron describes Ryan Jenkins like this. He is the best actor on the crew and the person I yelled the least."

"Ryan's acting skills on the set completely put Arnold and I at a disadvantage. We had to play 200% of the time! This is Linda Hamilton's emotion."

"Unlike what we know, Ryan has been silent in the interview. When I asked the reason, he pointed to his throat and kept his voice in his voice, afraid that the duck's voice now will destroy his image. He is in the voice change period!"

"Although Ryan rarely speaks, I can add it to his past experience. What do the four movies, "The Sixth Sense", "Home Imperial", "Sleeping in the Seattle Night" and "Terminator 2: Judgment Day" have in common? That is, they are all related to Ryan, and they all achieved super big sales. Well, maybe some people say "Terminator 2" has just been released, but I think everyone has seen the box office figure of nearly $60 million in the first week, and will they still doubt the box office results of this movie?"

"No one can guarantee whether a movie will be a big hit before it is released, but movies related to Ryan have been successful one after another. This boy has become a box office guarantee. If I were the boss of a film company, even if it cost ten million US dollars, I would have to sign a movie contract with him!"

The news about Ryan is indeed eye-catching, especially the troubles that have just been experiencing more than half a year. The sales of the New York Times this issue have increased by 5 percentage points. No wonder the press conference deliberately built a crooked building.

Since he could make a profit, other newspapers and magazines would certainly not let him go, especially some unscrupulous tabloids, so they simply put Ryan on the front page.

This is the base camp of the New York Post, and they naturally bear the brunt.

"No one can deny the achievements Ryan Jenkins has made in the past, but don't forget that he grew three inches taller than when he starred in "Terminator 2", and is evolving towards maturity in all aspects. The Hollywood child star curse will soon come to him. It is impossible for him to become a box office poison in the next film."

"Perhaps some people would say that even if Ryan doesn't act in a movie, he can write novels or write scripts. But have you ever thought about it? Is it really normal for an eleven-year-old boy to have so many ideas? Of course, we are not doubting the authenticity of his work. After all, Mr. Tom Cruise has proved it for us. What we want to say is that Ryan Jenkins' imagination is too strange, which may not be beneficial to his growth. Miss Nicole Kidman should have taken Ryan to see a psychologist, and it may not be true that Ryan will have paranoia..."

After reading this kind of article, it would be a lie to say that you are not angry. If possible, Ryan really wanted to burn the editorial department of the New York Post.

He sat on the sofa in the living room of the suite, thought for a while, and called attorney Wilson. The request was not complicated, and he just sent a lawyer's letter to the New York Post.

He has seen reports of the baptism of the Internet in his previous life and there is no lower limit. As early as the day he entered Hollywood, he realized that he would also be attacked.

"Ryan!" Paris sat on the other side and read the newspaper. Although she couldn't quite understand some things, she also knew that it was attacking her new friend. "We should take someone to smash this newspaper!"

"Smashed?"

Ryan imagined a shot in his mind. Paris, wearing a pink windbreaker and a team of pink female bodyguards, rushed into the New York Post editorial office, shook off the windbreaker, took out a pink Chicago typewriter painted in it, and opened fire on the bastards. After a burst of pink smoke, the editorial office turned into pink rubble.

...There are only two updates today, so I will give you the pink tickets and collections~~~
Chapter completed!