Dear Miss Drew Barrymore? The script? I owe me?

Drew has always been carefree, and his voice naturally fell into the ears of reporters. These guys with keen sense of smell immediately developed associations.

Is there an ulterior motive between Ryan Jenkins and Drew Barrymore? Or are they two...

"By the way, I heard from Universal Pictures that the two of them seemed to have had a dispute at Universal Studios, so I don't know what it is." A well-informed reporter whispered.

Entanglement? What kind of entanglement will be? Is it a sibling relationship...

Although Drew Barrymore and Gwyneth Paltrow had a sudden attack, they came to cheer for themselves no matter what. Ryan couldn't say anything, so he hugged him politely to show his gratitude.

"You're welcome, Ryan, I'll go to the back to find Nicole." Little Chili from her previous life smiled slightly.

"Well, Ryan, I wish you a big hit on your first album and a sales volume of 10 platinum as soon as possible!"

Drew leaned into his ear and muttered, although neither of them had any other meaning, the reporter's eyes were completely different.

These guys are all professionals. They quickly chose the angle, but the camera shutter did not stop for a moment, and took pictures of the scene back and forth.

Now, they feel at ease, so they don’t have to worry about the headlines of tomorrow’s entertainment version.

You know, Ryan Jenkins has been much more stable recently and hasn't made big news for a long time. What? Isn't it normal to sell records? For super geniuses, the decline in record sales is the news.

Now, the relationship between super genius and the degenerate girl is ambiguous, how should I write it? The reporter's brain turned quickly. As for whether the two of them were the relationship they thought, it was not a problem at all. In their writing, even if they were just ordinary acquaintances, they could still become lovers in the report.

Besides, the two of them hugged in front of everyone... Well, although the fools understand that it is just ordinary etiquette, but it was taken in a misaligned way...

And the script? It sounds like Ryan Jenkins wrote a script for Drew Barrymore. This is big news, so you must find a way to dig it out!

If the two had no relationship, why would he write a script for her? There must be inside information, the public has the right to know, our responsibility is great and sacred, and we must dig out all their privacy.

What if there isn't? That's too easy. It's our basic skills to read pictures and talk and make up randomly. If we don't even know this at all, we might as well change our careers.

Scandals represent news, news represents sales, and sales represent green banknotes, so the title should be eye-catching and the content should be terrifying. We can also make fake ones real!

Many reporters have already imagined in their minds how to fabricate it...ah, no, it's writing.

Ryan didn't think much about it. He all expressed his gratitude to the guests who came to cheer today. This is one of the most basic etiquette and is more serious than shaking hands. No matter what these people come for, it is a favor.

When I returned to the lounge, except for Nicole, Drew and Gwyneth, everyone who came to cheer was gone. After all, they were all very busy people, and it was already very considerate to be able to come here for a special trip.

"Leaving" Ryan helped Nicole pack up her things and greeted everyone.

"Wow, it's over?" Drew took off his earplugs and looked at John Burns. "Mr. Burns, can we go to a celebration party?"

After receiving the other party's affirmative answer, the guy screamed excitedly, and she was a veritable party animal, just like the rumor.

The party was held at the Four Seasons Hotel in Beverly Hills, and Hollywood Records booked a big banquet hall. In addition to the people on Ryan's side and the band, most of the participants were Disney staff. Of course, some reporters from major newspapers were indispensable.

"Bang~"

Amid the loud cheers of the crowd, a large bottle of champagne opened, and Reed, CEO of Hollywood Records, took action and filled one glass after another.

Because the media was present, everyone was still restrained and did not pick up the champagne and spray it. Moreover, Ryan's allergic to alcohol was no longer a secret, and the record company also warned everyone in advance.

"cheers!"

Ryan held the juice and touched Nicole's glass hard, and after the crisp sound, he drank it all.

"Dear, drink less." Nicole instructed with concern.

"Hey, Ryan, look here and laugh."

The person who called his name was an acquaintance, Mick Taylor of the Los Angeles Times.

Ryan pulled Nicole, turned his head, held her slender arm, and put his head on her shoulder, showing a bright smile.

"Wait, and I'm there!"

Drew Barrymore threw away the wine glass and rushed up from behind, but her smile could not be described as bright, and the corners of her mouth were almost pulled to her ears.

After several people posed and met the reporter's photo requirements, the media practitioner was invited by the record company, and the rest would be carnival time.

A huge cake was pushed in at this time, and the jam on the cream formed two bright platinum words, which naturally celebrated the album sales exceeded 2 million. The Recording Association also officially designated the record "Ryan Jenkins" as a platinum record.

"Ryan, come!" Burns greeted.

Looking at the huge cream cake, Ryan laughed badly. He took the plastic knife and cut the first knife hard.

The cake was too big and it was very troublesome to cut. Ryan only cut the first symbolic knife and handed the rest to the waiter to deal with. He specially chose the two pieces with the most butter and put them in his hand.

"Nicole, look! I chose the most delicious piece for you." The first thing I want to give is naturally Nicole Kidman.

"Thank you, my dear."

Although this food is a great enemy of women, the meaning of Ryan's hand-delivery is naturally different. After Nicole took it, she tasted it in small mouthfuls without any hesitation.

Just as she was about to taste the second bite, she suddenly saw darkness.

Just as Nicole lowered her head, Ryan waved his right arm and covered the cake in his hand on Nicole Kidman's face. His fair and pretty face was like a sauce shop, with white, red, and green all sticking to it.

"Ryan Jenkins!"

Nicole let out a strange cry. Before she could react, Ryan snatched the cake in her hand with lightning speed, and suddenly slapped it again.

This time the photo was a little low, and it accidentally hit Nicole's raised chest. The purple shirts supported by the two mountains immediately turned white.

Nicole immediately understood that the annoying little guy had launched a cake war on her and was no longer polite at the moment. He just had no ammunition in his hand, so he simply bumped into Ryan's face with the face covered with butter jam.

Ryan was prepared and jumped to the distance in a few seconds. He happened to come to Drew Barrymore, who was watching the fun. Without thinking, he grabbed the butter cake in her hand like lightning, and slapped Drew's face on the baby's face in his wide eyes.

"Ryan!" Drew screamed.

But the boy who was very excited to play fully utilized his guerrilla warfare tactics, shuttled around the crowd, snatched the cake from time to time, and threw it towards the rear.

Unwilling to give in, Drew chased after him, holding a cake that he had stolen from somewhere in his hand, aimed it at Ryan's head and threw it over, but her accuracy was really poor, and she ended up hitting the band's female violinist.

When Ryan took action against Drew, older people knew what would happen next, so they simply left the venue and left the banquet hall to these young people.

Ryan was completely the fuse of World War III. He kept attacking people without telling who they were. Jinsley, Burns, who had just walked to the door, became victims under the cake bomb.

Of course, others would not just be beaten and not fight back. After getting the ammunition, they began to throw it around. Unfortunately, several beautiful ladies became the main targets of the attack. Gwyneth was the most unlucky. She was quiet and not good at such nonsense. In just a few minutes, her whole body was covered with butter and jam.

Of course, the most unlucky one was Drew Barrymore. Ryan colluded with everyone in the band and launched a full bombing of her, and pieces of flying cake fell around her.

“Wow ~”

Drew rushed to the edge of the big cake with dense fire, and simply stopped distinguishing himself. He caught a person and threw him in a rage. In an instant, several people were poisoned by her.

"Ahhhhhh~Ryan, you bad guy, I won't let you go!"

While Drew was attacking others, Ryan rushed over very quickly and directly carried the remaining half of the cake and put it on the girl's head. For a moment, the beautiful blonde hair turned white. Drew was so angry that he simply gave up on others and chased him directly.

“Haha~”

Ryan smiled so happily, but he didn't notice that Nicole came behind him. Suddenly, he felt a chill on the back of his neck, and a large ball of sticky stuff had fallen into the collar.

After grabbing back, Ryan felt all the cream. Unexpectedly, he jumped and caught up with Nicole, and without hesitation, stuffed a large handful of cream into her neck, turned around and ran away.

"Ryan Jenkins, I remember you, see how I deal with you after I get home!"

Nicole Kidman couldn't catch up with Ryan, and finally could only stand still and shout loudly.

As the ammunition was exhausted, the Cake World War finally concluded. Everyone in the banquet hall, including those staff from Hollywood record companies, turned into big faces, and their clothes could be scrapped directly.

"Ryan!"

On the car home, Nicole pinched his ears, which seemed fierce, but in fact she couldn't bear to use any effort, "You little dear, my new suit is reimbursed like this!"

Nicole Kidman and Pie Kinsley obviously changed their clothes, and the eyes that looked at Ryan were shining fiercely.

But who is Ryan, a person with a thick face as thick as a city wall, said carelessly, "Okay, dear Nicole and Pat, I will place an order with Versace and ask them to send you ten sets of the latest season of fashion."
Chapter completed!