Hollywood Road

In the early morning of the next day, Gal Gadot woke up from his sleep on time, touched his side habitually, and couldn't help but shook his head and smiled. Last night Murphy said that he would go to Fox, where 20th Century Fox is, early in the morning. The building, preparing for the press conference at eleven in the morning, is estimated to have arrived at Century City.

Gal Gadot put on a dressing gown casually, walked into the bathroom, ready to wash, the mirror above the washstand clearly showed her slender figure, in some respects, she was a bit too thin.

Just picking up the toothbrush, Gal Gadot felt a burst of hot pain coming from several places on his body at the same time. He couldn't help but frown slightly, and looked up at himself in the mirror. There were more than a dozen long strips on the white and smooth skin. Except for the one on the top of the chest, although the other red marks are not very obvious, there are only some faint marks, but they look a bit shocking.

One hand unconsciously lifted, and gently brushed it on the most obvious red mark extending from the top of the chest to the vicinity of the neck. The moment the slender fingers touched the red skin, the pain became more obvious, Gal Gadot But suddenly he raised his head, there was a Ruowu sound between his mouth and nose, and his long eyes were closed, as if he was intoxicated by this feeling.

Her fingers were slightly harder, and the scene of being crazy with Murphy last night appeared in her mind. She was tied to a cross. Under the gaze of Christ and God, she was like a poor angel, accepting Satan’s destruction. ...

The hand holding the toothbrush did not know when it moved. From the waist down, Gal Gadot felt like Murphy’s fingers brushing his body until the toothbrush was close to the sensitive part. The strange feeling made her dizzy head instantly awake.

"Damn it!" She hurriedly raised both hands, and patted her cheek with her left hand without a toothbrush. She looked at her reddish skin in the mirror, "What are you thinking about? Didn't you have enough last night? ?"

The answer is obvious. Because Murphy had to wake up early today, last night's madness lasted only more than half an hour. Compared with the past, both the intensity and the time were too short.

Gal Gadot shook her head, looked at the toothbrush, threw it into the trash can, and took a cold shower in the bathroom next to her. The cold water fell on the dozens of strips of red scars, and she couldn't help but beat it. After two cold wars, people were completely awake.

After washing and drying his hair, Gal Gadot walked out of the bathroom and looked at the wall clock on the wall. The delay was relatively long, so he simply canceled today’s routine exercise and went directly to the cloakroom, ready to change clothes and go for breakfast. Margot Robbie had an appointment with her soon.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, Gal Gadot found a problem. The red marks Murphy made last night were the same as in the past. They were relatively lower. After a cold shower, only a very light red was left. Don’t It is said that you can cover it with clothes, but it doesn't look very obvious now.

But for a short period of time last night, she thought that Murphy's move was too light. She grabbed the short whip in his hand and slapped herself backhand. Although this whip was specially used for flirting between men and women and would not cause much harm, she missed it. From the chest to the neck, an unusually obvious red mark was left.

It is more difficult to cover up this position.

"I'm really crazy."

Gal Gadot shook his head, feeling that he was completely broken by Murphy. In the beginning, the two of them were just playing some indescribable close-ups between Wonder Woman and Ares, the **** of war, but the next two. The larger the scale of personal play, and not only did she have no disgust and disgust, but intoxicated in it.

Dispelling all these fantasies, Gal Gadot walked into the hundreds of square feet of cloakroom and went around. There are hundreds of sets of clothes, most of which are made by private individuals. There is hardly any second in the market. Pieces.

In the end, she found a high-necked sweater. Although it could not be completely covered, the red marks on her neck did not look so obvious.

With a pair of low-rise slim-fit jeans and light-colored running shoes on his lower body, Gal Gadot went downstairs. After arriving at the restaurant, the butler immediately asked the servant to bring breakfast.

"When did Murphy leave?" she asked the housekeeper while eating breakfast.

"I left less than six o'clock." The butler thought for a while, then said, "I drove away by myself."

Gal Gadot frowned. "Without a bodyguard?"

The butler said again, "The bodyguards followed."

Gal Gadot nodded. Since Murphy was attacked in Santa Monica Commercial Plaza, she has strictly ordered her bodyguards to follow Murphy outside at all times. Who knows that those crazy believers will do anything.

Taking a sip of the skim milk, she said, "Maggie will come over in a while and will stay for dinner at noon. You ask the chef to prepare some Australian-style dishes."

"Okay." The butler saw Gal Gadot wave his hand and went to the kitchen.

After eating breakfast and waiting for about half an hour, a red Ferrari sports car rushed into the manor and stopped in front of the villa. Margot Robbie got out of the car and entered the villa. After seeing Gal Gadot, Complained, "You finally have time, how can Murphy squeeze you like this!"

"It's a crucial moment for Oscar." Gal Gadot took her to a seat and said, "Who will help him if I don't?"

"Yeah yeah!"

Margot Robbie took the lemonade from the servant, thanked him, and said, "Your life is all about Murphy."

Gal Gadot pointed to the cup, "Okay, stop complaining, this is the lemon that I grew on the lemon tree in the backyard. You can try it."

"Really?" Margot Robbie took a sip. "Extremely sour."

She looked at it, "I'm bored lately, let's go, let's go to your recreation room to play pool."

Margot Robbie picked up Gal Gadot and walked towards the recreation room on the first floor.

"I saw an article about you in the Los Angeles Times yesterday." Gal Gadot pushed open the door of the entertainment room and led Margot Robbie into the billiard room. "What did your PR do? How is it?"

"Normally." Margot Robbie lacked confidence. "It's not bad to get the nomination. The chances of winning are not high."

She picked up the cue, handed it to Gail Gadot, and asked, "You tee off? Or should I do it?"

"I'll do it." Gal Gadot walked to a section of the table and leaned over to kick off the ball, but as soon as she lowered her body, the neck covered by the high-necked sweater was immediately exposed.

She didn't notice it herself, but Margot Robbie, who was sharp-eyed, noticed the abnormality.

"Snapped……"

Gal Gadot hit the white ball. The white ball broke up a bunch of flower balls. When he supported his body, he found that Margot Robbie was tilting his head and looking at his side. He couldn't help asking, "What's wrong, Maggie ?"

"Your neck." Margot Robbie walked directly over, "Why are there scars on it?"

"It's okay."

Seeing Margot Robbie spotted it, Gal Gadot didn't hide it, "I accidentally made it myself last night."

Margot Robbie has come next to Gal Gadot, and he can see clearly through the high collar of the sweater. A red mark an inch wide is shocking against the white and smooth skin of his friend. .

"This..." She felt distressed, "This is like being beaten..."

At this point, Margot Robbie's eyes widened, and his tone was full of anger. "Murphy was violent against you?"

"Maggie, what do you think?" Gal Gadot reluctantly threw away his club. "How could Murphy have domestic violence."

Margot Robbie looked at Red Mark, "Did he bully you? Gail, this kind of thing is unbearable, the first time there will be the second time."

She hesitated, or said, "Should we call the police?"

"Honey, you think too much." Gal Gadot didn't know what to say, "I made this myself."

She knew that Margot Robbie cared about herself, and said patiently, "It's really not domestic violence."

"But..." Margot Robbie unconsciously stretched out a hand and slid her fingertips over the red mark on Gal Gadot's neck. "I...I feel sad when I see this. ."

Touched by Margot Robbie's fingertips, the scene from last night appeared in Gal Gadot's head. He hurriedly turned sideways and let go of Margot Robbie's fingers.

Margot Robbie seemed to really feel distressed for her, and said, "Whenever I think of someone hurting you, I want to find him desperately!"

Gal Gadot could feel Margot Robbie's friendship with him, and knew that this was a friend caring about him, so he shook his head and said, "This was accidentally made by myself when I was intimate with Murphy."

"Huh?" Margot Robbie was stunned. "How could it hurt here?"

She then remembered something she had said when discussing private topics with Gal Gadot, and asked, "Are you playing a large-scale game again?"

The two are best friends, often discussing some private topics. Gal Gadot had also vaguely revealed to Margot Robbie before, and couldn’t help nodding, “Well, I think Murphy’s move is too light, so I just hit it myself. I've beaten myself a few times."

"God." Margot Robbie couldn't help rolling his eyes. "You are crazy."

But then she asked with interest, "Have you beaten Murphy?"

Gal Gadot shook his head, "No, he always took the initiative."

"My dear." Margot Robbie is now full of nasty fun. "You should change from passive to active. Don't you want to beat people?"

Gal Gadot shrugged, but said nothing.

Margot Robbie was obviously interested, and asked one question after another, even involving many details.

"I can't tell you these things."

When it comes to Murphy, Gal Gadot will be cautious, "Don't ask me about some things. Since you are so curious, you can find someone to try."

"Really?" Margot Robbie was eager to try. "Why don't we try."

Gal Gadot turned his head and glanced at her, thinking that his friend was joking, and said, "I am very cruel, and you will be beaten by me as a blood man."

"Forget it," Margot Robbie suggested. "Can you show me those tools?"