Chapter 31: Shopping

 "That's it! Arguments are pointless. Is there anything I can do to aid you, Marisa? As he observed the two women exchange fried-cat looks, John frowned and questioned.

After snorting at Brandy Dyke, Marissa gave Andy a gorgeous smile, got up, and walked behind him. She then positioned her lovely face near to his ear, licked his earlobe lightly, and held his neck from behind.

Perhaps because he was too sensitive, John couldn't help but shake when he felt the coolness and softness in his ears. His little brother was attracted by the softness of his lips, but he was able to quickly hide it.

"Gurgle... People only want to be more visible; they don't ask for anything else.

Marissa Ashwit appeared to still be quite appealing and was quite pleased with John's sensitive response. Suddenly, though, her jade hand became a little restless along John's chest, and she seized the little brother who was about to move.

"Shhhhhh

After letting out a small breath, John fiercely took Marisa's jade hand and whispered, "I'll try to help you." That's it. How about you, Brandy Lynn?

After glancing at Marissa Miller, who continued to tease Andy with a coquettish smile and perplexed eyes, Brandy Dyke turned to face Andy, who was waiting for her response, and nodded her head as if she didn't want to.

"Okay, since everyone is satisfied, then, let's get out of here first, I don't know where the two of you are going, I'll send you."

It was a little awkward because Brandy still couldn't handle the problematic relationship with his two children, and John didn't want to waste any more time with them.

"I... I have to shoot a magazine cover this afternoon."

A little hesitant to see Marissa still encircling John's neck and stroking his head with the two plump peaks, Brandy Lynn muttered.

"Okay, let's go find a place to get some clothes for the two beauties." The attractive women who gazed at Brandy's alluring figure blushed a little, and John was hesitant to explore it.

"Giggles, I'll take a shower first. You little villain died from lower abdominal and chest pain after consuming a whole body of "milk" last night."

With a coquettish smile, Marissa Ashwit gave John a cheek kiss before heading to the restroom.

Brandy Lynn's lovely face flushed even more as she heard Marisa's mocking, recalling the terrible look she had received the night before. She quickly got to her feet, twisted her snow-white buttocks, and fled upstairs.

"Hey, hey..."

John touched his chin and slightly squinted his eyes as he laughed a little inappropriately. He had no idea what his psychology was, but he couldn't stop watching women being sent to the clouds and then having milk sprayed on their somewhat foolish, attractive faces. In his heart, this kind of perverted thinking was more lustful for the more well-known women. "It would be nice if I could take a picture with a camera." "

John and the two women, who were dressed in bikinis and t-shirts, hurriedly got into the Bentley after Joseph watched the scene outside the villa and made sure there were no reporters around. It took the two women almost twenty minutes to wash up.

After boarding the vehicle, Marissa embraced John's arm and plunged into the deep gulf. Her fragile body was securely fastened to John's, and although Brandy appeared somewhat restrained, John was indifferent to her discomfort, and his large hands instinctively caressed her smooth, white thighs.

"I'm going to buy you clothes first, Brandy Lynn has an event in the afternoon, I'll let Kenny send you back in a moment, Marisa if there's nothing to do, let's go shopping with us, I need to buy some gifts for my parents."

Although Brandy Lynn was not happy with the big bad hand who occasionally wanted Haidilao, it was only a few symbolic blocks, and when Marissa heard John's words, she wanted to stick with him because she knew it was an opportunity to gain more exposure. John liked the feeling of hugging left and right.

Marissa Ashwit was a little eager to kiss John, even if she was a little hesitant, but she didn't want to be photographed in the closeness of the three of them together, so Brandy snorted a little unhappily. "This time it's cheaper for you."

When the car stopped in front of a fashion store, Marissa and John got out and went inside to choose some clothes, but Brandy Lynn remained in the car. After all, she is only 19 and needs to be mindful of her appearance. She can be erratic in private, but when it is revealed, it becomes a scandal.

John smiled as she left the clothes store with a few bags and got into the car. John gave Brandy Lynn the bag, and she opened it to reveal a T-shirt, denim hot pants, and high-heeled sandals. After putting them on, Brandy gave the address, and the car drove directly to its destination.

John was naturally addicted to his hands during the trip, and the two girls' laughter occasionally filled the car. Brandy Dyke couldn't contain her joy when she saw the clothes John bought her, along with the tens of thousands of gorgeous knives. John was very giving, and when she saw a few bags at Marisa's feet, she felt a little remorseful and envious. This bitch must have taken advantage of her.

He then relaxed slightly and gave in to John's hands and lips.

Because they don't have to work hard or be responsible, and because they typically know what they need and don't act in an embarrassing manner, women who can balance the balance of material money are John's favorite. He doesn't care about spending a lot of money.

Following a brief phone conversation, the automobile swiftly reached its destination, and John and Brandy shared a passionate, wet kiss. John grinned and remarked, "I'll go to New York tomorrow, I'll arrange for Kurt to pay more attention to your affairs, and I'll ask him to contact you if there's any news." Brandy exited the car blushing and down half of the window.

After hearing John's plan, Brandy nodded and said, "Then I wish you a nice trip, we'll call you."

There was a hint of hesitation in Brandy Dyke's quite young and attractive face as she saw the silver-gray Bentley slowly fade away before her eyes. She turned around and headed for the building behind her, stamping her foot as though she had changed her mind.

The premier affluent and fashionable shopping destination in Southern California is Beverly Mall, which is ideally situated on the boundary between West Hollywood and Beverly Hills.

Some of the paparazzi squatting here to follow the star recognized John Smith, who had been in the spotlight recently, when he and the attractive Marissa Ashwit were holding hands.

Several paparazzi immediately raised their cameras to follow John and the beauty when they appeared. John appeared to sense something and smiled as he spoke to Marisa next to him. He tilted his head sideways and noticed a camera in the distance out of the corner of his eye. John had already considered it for candid photography or something; after all, he had granted Marisa Ashwit's request to help her get more exposure, though it couldn't be on the front page of any major newspaper. However, there might be a few on the front page of some gossip tabloids.

However, given the caliber of the pictures that these paparazzi read and write, John still refuses to report any fantasies, and there will undoubtedly be no good stories. But, forget it; he is not an entertainment star, and he and Marisa are now a dog couple. Even if it is acceptable to sprinkle dog food on his body, the impression that he prefers mature women will still be there. As for Marisa eating tender grass and the pressure from the public that follows, John told her previously, "Bites the relationship of good friends."

Marissa Ashwit is well aware that John has a good conscience, and even if he doesn't assist her after playing, she can't help it because it's a party activity and everyone agrees, and it's too common to pull birds brutally. Now that she can't imagine this kind of gain, she couldn't help but look into John's eyes with a strong sense of heart after thinking about his mountain-like, powerful body from last night and the sensation of being sent to the clouds.

"John, thank you."

"Hehe, it's nothing, but you should pay attention to your expression, the paparazzi have already spotted us, is it really okay to be photographed looking like you're springy?"

John grinned pathetically as he saw Marisa's delicate and mature features.

"Giggles, of course, as long as it doesn't bother you, I can give you a passionate wet kiss." He moistened his lips with his tongue after saying that, then gave John a sexy smile.

With a quick gesture of surrender, John said, "Okay, you won, I'm going home tomorrow, I don't want to be chased by my mom."

John complied with Marisa's coquettish laughs so that she might be photographed by the media. He then started shopping and made some presents for his parents to take home, even though they had everything they needed.

John's generosity made Marissa Ashwit's hand gripping his arm tighter, rubbing it occasionally with that pair of soft peaks, nearly killing John. Marissa Ashwit's fashion sense is still strong, and he is happy with the gifts he purchased with her assistance. He also purchased some clothes that fit the two of them.

The two went to a well-known restaurant at noon to eat, and the paparazzi who were following them captured their private exchange on camera. After a brief rest, Kenny returned the gifts he had bought to the car, and John started going shopping with Marisa. The woman was unable to stop, but John had to insist on keeping the younger brother happy at night.

Following their agreement to meet in the evening at approximately 3 p.m., John gave Marissa Ashwit a cab and watched her drive off. He then turned to face the paparazzi behind him, grinned, got into the car, and drove off.

When John got home, he showered, changed, packed his bags, packed his parents' gifts, called the Four Seasons Hotel, and made reservations. He wouldn't bring a woman home to play around because, after all, he was only a comrade-in-arms and not a girlfriend with a confirmed relationship, and it would be problematic if he did so and gave the wrong impression.