The hotel's private beach has been reserved by two production crews. The crew can party on the beach at any time on Saturday, with unlimited supply of alcohol, beverages and barbecues.

The crew is clearly discriminatory. Men who are not members of the crew are not allowed to enter. Women can go to the beach to participate in the carnival as long as they want.

Martin wore swimming trunks and walked to the beach alone.

Ajia shouted to him, "Martin, come here, let's play a game."

On the five-a-side beach football field, Ajia gathered a group of female players with the strong appeal of the director.

Martin ran over immediately.

There are at least a dozen girls in swimsuits in the circled small court.

They are all young actors who played female football players in the production next door.

Ajia said, "We are two captains, and we each choose four players to play."

Martin stepped on the football "Okay."

The female players around were all very excited, stretching out their hands and jumping and shouting, "Director Ajia, choose me! Choose me!"

Martin asked loudly, "Who wants to team up with me!"

Not far away, the famous handsome dog Blake Lively was running towards this side quickly, shouting "Save a place for me!" as he ran.

She is tall and has long legs. Looking at her figure alone, there is simply no fault, except that she looks a bit mature.

Blake ran into the court, winked at Martin, but ran to Ajia.

Ajia raised a finger and shook it at Martin, "Man, you are not attractive enough."

Martin turned to face the girls, "I'm going to pick someone."

Several female players jumped out and said, "We are on your team."

Martin randomly selected four Latin female players, and the tallest one became the goalkeeper.

Ajia said, "Let you tee off first."

"Beauties!" Martin stood in the middle of the court and said, "We want to score first!"

He kicked the ball to the black swimsuit on the left, turned around and ran towards the opponent's court, and the black swimsuit immediately passed the ball back.

Martin played football in middle school in his previous life, but he hadn't touched it in years. After catching the ball, he immediately ran away.

A man in a gold swimsuit rushed over from the opposite side to grab the ball. He didn't seem to stop the car, and even hit him with the ball.

Martin really felt what it means to hit someone with the ball.

No wonder Ajia wants to organize a beach football match.

The real-looking dog Blake bumped into Martin and seemed about to fall. He grabbed Martin's arm and pressed on it hard.

Ajia took the ball and rushed past Martin.

Martin is too lazy to defend him, only fools defend men.

Blake stood up and rushed forward.

Martin went back to defend, and as soon as he stood up, he saw Blake, who was receiving the ball, dribbling the ball straight towards him.

There was no shot, no pass, and no fake move. Blake, the real-looking dog, bumped into Martin.

Martin fell to the ground and fell on the beach.

Blake also fell and fell on top of Martin.

Maybe it hurt from the fall, or maybe she remembered that she rolled over and over Martin.

Ajia was dumbfounded and understood why the heroine next door wanted to team up with him.

The target is not him at all!

The black-haired Latin girl next to her curled her lips and almost said the shameless words.

But the crew she was on was set up by the other party’s father, so she had to endure it even if she wanted to scold Bichi.

"Sorry." Blake struggled to get up. "I didn't hold it back, did it hurt you?"

In front of so many people, what could Martin say: "It doesn't matter."

Blake struggled to get up, stretched out his hand to pull Martin, and couldn't help but admire, "You are so strong."

"You are very fit." Martin also praised, stood up and patted the sand on his body.

"I practiced football and was a cheerleader since sixth grade," Black said.

Martin nodded. Have you ever practiced dribbling the ball into people?

Ajia became impatient and shouted, "You two, are you still going on?"

Martin moved for a moment and asked, "Why don't you continue?"

Not far away, Vogel sat on a beach chair and had a panoramic view of everything.

The gap in resource selection makes my heart burst with sadness.

Vogel climbed up by stepping on others, and he doesn’t mind continuing to climb by stepping on others.

In his mind, this is the Hollywood ladder, and every step up is the opponent's body.

Rick came over and said, "It's best in the afternoon, as accidents are easy to happen at night."

Vogel asked, "Is everything done?"

Rick nodded slightly, "We've got the snake. Please call me on your cell phone before we go. I'll prepare in advance."

Vogel understood what Rick wanted. "After the matter is completed, I will give you another final payment, so you keep your mouth shut."

Rick laughed, "As a Mexican, I can't threaten you."

Vogel waved his hand, and Rick left.

More than 20 meters away from the two of them, Bruce covered his face in black, took out his new camera phone, and took several photos of Rick in succession.

Then I called Dalot, the crew’s security director, and sent an MMS picture.

On the court, other female players are no longer focused on playing football. These Mexican women dream of going to the United States.

Ajia was knocked into the goal by the enthusiastic female players.

Martin was not in good condition either. He was knocked down by several female players, and more people rushed up with the ball.

How terrible!

Martin was like a lingering casualty in a bombing, struggling to crawl out from the indiscriminate bombardment of female players.

Two long legs came running from the opposite side. Blake rushed over to save them, picked up Martin and ran away.

"Hurry! Hurry!" Martin lost the man's face, but safety is much more important than face.

After running a few dozen meters, Martin stopped.

Blake caught up from behind, wiped the sand off his face, and stared at that handsome face, "Are you okay?"

Martin spread his legs and moved a little bit, "It's not a big problem."

Blake went to touch the sand on Martin's body again. When he turned around, he saw the open-air washing area and took Martin's arm, "Go over there and wash away the sand on your body."

It was hot, he was sweating, and there was sand on his body. Martin felt very uncomfortable and went there with him.

After rushing through the water, it was no longer suitable to bask in the sun. Martin found a beach chair and lay down under the sun umbrella.

Blake brought two glasses of cold drinks over and handed one to Martin, "This should suit your taste."

Martin took it, nodded and smiled, "Thank you."

Blake lay on the beach chair next to him, covered his chest and abdomen with a towel, and put his long legs on the side of the beach chair. He deliberately kept dangling in front of Martin's eyes and asked, "When will you come to the set? I'm waiting to rehearse with you."

, you are playing the role of my crush, and I have no feeling at all playing with the assistant."

Martin casually replied, "I can finish filming next week."

He found Lao Bu walking in front and said, "I have something to do, let's talk later."

"I'll wait for you here." Blake watched Martin leave and began to think about it.

The company focuses on cultivating good-looking people...

Although she is a pretty girl, Blake grew up in a family of actors and thinks much more than ordinary girls.

Arriving at a dressing room, Bruce closed the door from the inside and said, "I informed Dalot that his people were following the stage manager, and he seemed to have gone into the wild."

Dalot was the security director previously hired by the crew. This kind of person is very energetic in the local area.

Martin was surprised, "What are you doing in the wild? Shooting guns? Not really, the location scenes have been filmed."

Bruce suggested, "It's best to figure out what he's going to do, and you can adapt accordingly. I believe you can handle it within the confines of the hotel."

Martin emphasized, "Old Bu, you have to guard my rear."

Bruce said, "Don't worry, I'll cover you. Dalot and the others have a lot of cooperation with Hollywood. They get paid to do things and have a good reputation. I give you a call and at least a dozen people come."

This sounds unreliable, and Martin always feels frightened, but he can trust Lao Bu.
To be continued...