American Peanuts

Chapter 76 Real drama 22
"Boss, you and Gisele Bundchen...congratulations." Taylor's voice came, sounding weak and nasal.

Obviously, she already knew about her "romance" with Gisele Bundchen from the news.

"Are you sick?" Charlie asked, which was not what she sounded like yesterday.

"Cold, a little cold, it doesn't matter. It's really weird, I've never heard her name before...forget it, I'm going to start singing." Taylor Swift changed her usual chatterbox and went directly to report and create today progress process.

"Of course." Charlie did not clarify directly.

"I've been wasting my time hoping that you would change your mind. I gave you so many chances but you always disappoint me. It took me a long time but baby I finally figured you out. You always thought we would make peace. But it won’t happen this time, don’t call me again…”

With Taylor's nasal voice today, it sounds really heavy.

After a while, Taylor's feeble voice came from the phone: "This is a new song called "You Don't Have to Apologize". What do you think?"

"Why do you suddenly try these sad songs?" Charlie asked deliberately, suppressing his laughter.

"I was inspired by this. I have a friend who told me about her broken love, so I tried to write it down." Taylor Swift coughed twice.

"I don't know why, but I have a lot of inspiration today. Maybe I was also affected." Taylor said silently.

As we all know, Taylor's creative speed is directly proportional to her emotional ups and downs.

"Have you finished writing?"

"There's still a part to go. It might take a few days."

"You have a good time creating, I have something else to do here, so hang up first." Charlie said.

In order for Taylor Swift's creation to be completed well and quickly, I can only tell her the truth after a few days.

"……OK, all right."

Taylor hung up the phone, stood up silently, put the phone back on the table in the living room, then went upstairs without saying a word, pushed the door shut with his back, sat on the chair, turned on the lamp, just picked up the pen, but wow A cry came out.

A gray-white Scottish Fold cat passed by quietly, and unfortunately a strand of cat hair was ripped off.

Taylor twitched her nose and quickly wrote the lyrics on the paper.

At this moment, she seemed to be possessed by the god of music!

·
As soon as Taylor hung up on the front foot, Faith Hill called on the back foot.

"It's nothing. I just want to report to you that Adele has successfully signed a contract with the company." Faith said unusually calmly.

"Also, does the female model want to learn to sing? I can teach her. The album recording will be finished soon and will be available in two days."

Sure enough, the next sentence turned to Gisele Bundchen...

After a while, Hadley also sent a text message.

Just one sentence: "NBC would like to invite her as a guest on the talk show next week."

·
The next afternoon, Charlie was already lying on the beach of Hululu Island, which is an inconspicuous one among the 124 islands in the Hawaiian Islands.

The name is similar to Honolulu, the capital of Hawaii, but in fact it is completely different.The entire island is only 43 square miles, and there are only a few hundred residents on the island. Almost all of them live on tourism income, but it is the off-season and there are no tourists at all.

Therefore, when the travel company entrusted by Charlie proposed to temporarily book the entire island, the residents of the island were delighted and wished that Charlie could stay here for a few more days.

The sun sets in the west, dyeing half of the sky red, and the quiet sea surface sparkles, making it look like a fairyland on earth.

Charlie turned his head and saw Gisele Bundchen not far away playing beach football with a group of children living on the island. She was wearing a split Hawaiian style swimsuit and a shawl tied around her waist. She wore a skirt, and when she moved, her two slender legs were looming.

Charlie turned his head and saw a few scattered passers-by, riding bicycles slowly passing by. I'm afraid there were reporters among them.

It looks peaceful and peaceful, but in fact there are bodyguards all over the island. Charlie has hired a security company, and no one is allowed to enter. As for the paparazzi reporters who sneak in, they are more or less under surveillance.As long as it's not regular troops or missiles, he is absolutely safe here.

"It's getting dark, go home quickly." Charlie expelled the children.

The children dispersed, leaving only Gisele Bundchen.

"Are you saying there are really reporters?" She looked into the distance with doubt on her face.

"Of course, people from the security company just sent news that there are at least thirty reporters on the island, and many indigenous people on the island have been hired to secretly take photos of the two of us."

"Why are you more lovable than the royal family?" Gisele Bundchen said with a smile.

"It's simple, because I can make those reporters make money. In a sense, it's a tacit understanding, let's go and walk on the beach with me."

At dusk, two people walked along the coastline. The high tide was at ten o'clock in the evening, so there was no need to worry.

The rolling waves washed over their ankles, and when they receded, the footprints behind them had been washed away.

"I like this quiet feeling. In fact, I haven't taken much vacation, even after becoming famous." Gisele said suddenly.

"My parents are of German descent, and my father always likes to tell me not to relax in anything. He always likes the kind of life that is as unchanging as a machine, and I am deeply influenced by it."

"There's 'rigor' in your blood," Charlie responded.

Then I heard Giselle start to talk about her childhood.

"But I don't even speak German very well. In fact, my cultural knowledge is very poor. I was sent to a modeling school when I was 13 years old." Gisele said rather self-deprecatingly.

"If you give me another chance, I hope I can become a lawyer, or a financier like you." Giselle continued.

"Financier? I almost forgot that I still have this identity." Charlie shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The original owner is actually a smart man, very sensitive to numbers. When he was in college, he analyzed the lottery loopholes and made his first pot of gold through this.

But after I traveled through time, my intuitive sense of that number disappeared.

"The most important thing is that I wish I could be three inches shorter. Do you know what I have been asked the most since I was a child? It is: Why don't you play basketball or volleyball."

"At that time, my dream was to become a volleyball player, but my mother did not agree. She wanted me to become a model. When I was 14 years old and going shopping with my family, a man stopped my mother and pointed out I said, 'This is a good idea.' I was very impressed. The man was wearing an unusual beige suit, a hat, and his leather shoes were as long and narrow as a boat."

The sky has completely darkened, and Gisele Bundchen's voice has become a little quiet.

"After that, I participated in a beauty pageant, but I wasn't crowned or even ranked in the top three. I felt like I was out of my element. Ten years ago, I moved to New York and started my life as a professional model. Within a few months, I became a professional model. I have a boyfriend, it’s so fast, ten years have passed in a flash.”

Rosenzweig often makes similar sighs. As for why she said this, she probably feels that she is at a turning point in her life.

"What happened next?" Charlie wanted to hear her continue.

"Later he got infected with contraband and I separated from him. We still talked about the future...oh!"

Giselle suddenly called out. It turned out that she stepped on the shell of a small hermit crab that washed up on the beach.

Charlie sat her down and grabbed her feet to examine them.

"The wound is not deep." Charlie pulled out the small thorn embedded in the wound.

"F**K!" Giselle cursed for the first time in pain.

While helping her back, Charlie couldn't help but said: "I thought your brain had blocked these words."

"The previous contract stipulated that you couldn't say these things. In fact, I am best at swear words in German."

As they spoke, the two came to a step.

Charlie picked her up naturally.

"You are so energetic." Giselle sighed.

"It may also be because you are thinner."

The two came to a Hawaiian-style restaurant on the island. The owner had already prepared the food. Halfway through the meal, Charlie took the initiative to call Taylor.

It was Taylor who always called him, but today Charlie took the initiative.

Taylor's cold sounded better, but his tone was lower than yesterday.

After Charlie confirmed that the new song was finished, he told the truth.

"Just like what you told me before, those tidbits?" Taylor's voice immediately rose and fell.

"Yes."

"Why didn't you say anything yesterday?!" Taylor Swift started yelling.

"I don't want to disturb your creative mood, you need to concentrate."

"Wait a minute." Taylor Swift immediately hung up the phone.

Charlie put down his phone and looked at Gisele Bundchen opposite, who was focusing on the food, as if she didn't hear the conversation he just had.

After almost half a minute, Taylor Swift called again. Her tone was much normal. After nearly half an hour on the phone, Charlie finally put down the phone.

Until this moment, Giselle slowly raised her head and said while wiping her mouth.

"Your little girlfriend?"

Charlie shook his head: "It probably doesn't count."

"I guess she can't be older than 20 years old...I know who she is." Gisele Bundchen's expression of sudden realization.

"What are you doing?" After a while, Giselle asked curiously.

Charlie didn't need to speak.

Gisele was a little disbelieving: "This doesn't suit your style."

"So what do you think my style is?"

"Just like now, you take a girl to a remote place, just the two of you. At night, you sneak into her room quietly, put your fingers on her lips, tell her not to speak, and then slowly Take off her clothes slowly." Gisele didn't hesitate.

In fact, from the moment she agreed, the ending was already decided.

"No, I will only open a room."

"Then you have to please her." Gisele Bundchen fiddled with her hair and exposed her forehead.Her cheeks were slightly red, and she was so beautiful.

“But I prefer to leave out the middle.”

Charlie stood up, dropped the tip, and left with Gisele Bundchen.

He indeed only opened one room. After entering, he threw Giselle directly on the bed.

Gisele Bundchen kept laughing: "You have to agree to one condition."

Charlie stopped.

She whispered in Charlie's ear: "To be honest, although this is the beginning of a transaction, I don't want it to end with a transaction."

"I want you to treat me like you treat little Taylor. Also, don't be too rough. There was a woman who nearly burst my eardrums when I went downstairs to get my luggage last night." She looked worried.

"These are three requests, and I can only agree to the first one."

(End of this chapter)