Chapter 272 Invitation

    Ferrara. Famo took off her tight-fitting leather jacket. She never likes it as always. Her mellow and straight, and never let the doctor fill it in. Glycerin and silica gel, a highly skilled and imaginative hybrid, painted with needles and dyes on her entire chest, a broad, firm muscle with a pair of bulls bent to the center of the forehead. It explored the hilly forehead in the center of her collarbone, and the two black eyes with four diamonds looked down at her **, ** beautiful, reddish brown, large, erect Like the Indian little finger - the cheeks and jaws of the animals were intentionally omitted, the lower part of the ** kept the creamy texture and color, the bull's dark and inflated nose was in the center of the **, and the nose was hung The golden ring that can only be stretched into the finger to pull the scorpion - a female child's body that has not yet fully developed is bitten by the bull devil's fangs, her head squatting, her arms hanging weakly on her side, from Under the golden ring, the two legs are stretched out, and the tiptoe is extended. Belly button.

    She and her agent enjoyed wine, drugs and chocolate cream cakes in bed, they licked each other, lazily stroking each other, not eager to enter The topic, to wait for the drugs to really work, they only began to love.

    Ferrara’s economic man’s desire is not strong, even with the help of drugs, his performance in bed will make many women interested, but he is still Good man, Ferrola. Famo said in his heart.

    Ferrara. The part of Famo belonging to the girl disappeared much earlier than other girls (this she never confessed to her parents), after that Like something that was in front of her was removed, she saw countless men, and they saw her - they were between the ages of sixteen and sixty, with different origins, temperament Weird - handsome, ugly, gentle. Rough, weak, strong, rich. It’s worthless, stinking, and exudes a high-grade perfume... She dances with them as much as she wants, drinks, dine, walks, vacations and goes to bed. Ferrola is a gentle and patient girl, she got Many praises.

    A humble useless man lied to be a spy when he approached her, working under Gregory's majesty. It was the Gregory who took out Samuel in one hand and discovered a good seed that he didn’t know. He didn’t know that as long as Ferrola was in a good mood, even if he was just a tramp, she would be willing to be with him. The spring breeze - the lie was quickly debunked. But Ferrola had a new idea. She left home, crossed nearly ten districts, walked around Gregory's mansion and wanted to see him.

    This is of course impossible. In order to make a living, she works in a pub. A real spy found her, recommended her to her boss after sleeping with her, and she slept with the boss. He listened to her singing a song, she got a chance, then she I went to bed with a lot of people. Assistant, chores, agent, director, producer. There are also make-up artists, videographers, lighting engineers, accompanying dancers, accompaniment...etc., etc., as long as they are even interested in them - to a certain extent, women like Ferrola are a little bit powerless - newcomers just entering the line are Very tired, her agent said this.

    These people are more or less a little peculiar. An assistant director asked her to wear a red apron, and he only carried a pair of dog ear hoops, running around her in the room, barking and barking; an off-site consultant, he was a The old professor, well-dressed and courteous, he did not love her, but placed her on her knees, squatting down her pants, hitting her ass with the palm of her hand and the wooden ruler she carried; a makeup artist I shaved my own light, put on rubber fake fake ** and belly pretending to be a pregnant woman and her zuo love, when he was high, he shouted loudly, suddenly pulled the zipper on the fake belly and pulled out from it. A formalin glass canned baby specimen! That was really scaring her.

    The most disturbing thing about Ferrola is that there are a lot of people here who are nue mad or sultry, and Ferrola is slap in the face, whip, There is no interest in holding his/her neck, and he does not want to have such a thing on his body.

    "Ferola," said the agent: "You'd better control the next two days - I mean, don't leave any traces on your body." I got you a precious invitation - an elegant, energetic private party..."

    Ferrara showed a hesitant look: She hesitated for a while, pulled up the linen sheets and wrapped them in the bathroom.

    When she came out of the bathroom, the agent stared at her a little worried: "What?" He said: "You look a little unhappy."

    "Hey, that..." Ferrola was not too embarrassed to say: "I may not be able to go?"

  ;   The broker suddenly stretched his neck and his eyes were round.

    "I am going to talk to you about this," Ferrola said politely, the broker's neck was cold and cold: "I am not going to continue doing it..."

     "Don't tell me you want to go back to college!"

    "No," Ferrola shrugged her shoulders: "I am going to go back to get married." "

    "Marriage!" The economic man screamed: "We were still discussing your new name last month with Jedah (the person who is good at singing) or Emily (a person with a rounded voice)!"

    Ferrara caught the hair: "I just met him on the day."

    "Who is he!? A pimp? An addict! Is it a guitarist?"

    " "

    "One, ha, one." The agent sneered at him - but as Ferrola said, he is still a good person, even here. In this case, he did not say What excesses words. He sat on the bed and fixed his mind: "Do you know that if you give up this opportunity, you may never come back? I won't want you again, no one else will be - even a big star, dear, Look at Samuel, how long has she disappeared? But people have gradually forgotten her - there are so many good things here, nothing is indispensable - if you leave, you can only go home and continue to do Your ordinary people, no one will pay attention to you, no one will care about you, after a few years, your body is blessed, the skin is greasy, the hair is unkempt, wearing a loose t-shirt in the supermarket to sort out the goods or bend in the pub's cellar When you carry the beer box for eight hours, you will regret it, Ferrola, you will regret it."

    Soft white light from the window The gap between the blinds slid into the room, illuminating the blue smoke that floated in the air and was produced by the drug.

    "I don't think I will," Ferrola said: "I'm sorry, but I may have told you earlier, I don't want to continue this life." - I mean, sleep with this person today, sleep with that person tomorrow... I don't want to be forced to do this kind of thing, it makes me look like a beggar."

  ;    "What about that?" The agent said, "Do you not like this thing too?"

    "I am a sick person. He said this to me. He had met someone like me in a previous rape case," Ferrola said seriously. "He said, I am very likely to be The temporal lobe lesions, or the use of too many drugs will be like this, as long as I quit the drugs, and then do an examination, treatment, I will not always think about sleeping with men."

     "Don't be like this, Ferrola." The agent persuaded: "One month, thirty days, do you really understand the man? Is he just talking to you?" Not all good people, you should know, he may be a violent man, a chauvinist dog, or a tong sex, a love 癖 癖." He must have something wrong, or how he would look What about Ferrola Famo?

    "I am sorry," Ferrola turned the ring on her hand and showed him the diamond above. "We are already engaged. I am still with his parents." I ate together."

    The agent was sitting down on the bed, and the old man looked even more boring than the work under his belly.

    "What about the weekend party?"

    "I can't attend," Ferrola said: "I promised that he would no longer go to bed with other men."

    "You just loved me and I love it." The agent retorted.

    "Oh," Ferrola said: "This is just a farewell, dear, you are a good person."

      "That should say goodbye once," the economic man pleaded: "You don't know, Ferrola, this invitation is for you, a little boy, he is hooked on you, he wants to see you." You, Ferrola, he is as big as your brother, without any bad hobbies - it is a small party, at most five or six people, drink some wine, dance, comfort the children, I will send you, then send you back On a short night, I swear no one would say it."

    Ferrara sighed.

    "Please," said the agent: "The little boy’s uncle and Gregory are very good--you know, Gregory is us. King."