In November, Los Angeles cannot feel the chill at all. The bright sunshine falls on the tree-lined private hospital garden, setting off the vitality of the turquoise lawn. There is no patient here, and even the staff is extremely limited.

The door of the side building was suddenly pushed open from inside. Ryan and Nicole walked out first, and then a middle-aged doctor took them to the parking lot.

"Dr. Johnson..."

Even though this was his own personal doctor, Ryan pulled open the door of the Rolls-Royce and threw a thick document bag on the seat. He still turned around and told him, "I don't want this to reach anyone's ears."

"Don't worry, Ryan."

Dr. Johnson is not a fool, and his reputation is extremely important to their business. "The people who come here today have signed strict confidentiality contracts."

"So that's it. Call me if you have any questions." Ryan entered the car and closed the door.

The black Rolls-Royce ignition started, slowly drove out of the hospital gate, turned a corner, and merged into the traffic on the road.

Back in the building, Dr. Johnson immediately issued a closure order. Although all the materials were taken away by Ryan, he still carefully checked them and confirmed that there were no missing items. Then he felt relieved.

Not to mention the professional ethics of doctors, Ryan is his funder, and most of his income comes from the salary of private doctors every year.

Ryan is also not worried. From the day Dr. Johnson accepted his foundation sponsorship a few years ago, the other party was destined to go along with him...

Ah, no, I should be a qualified private doctor.

Raising up the baffle that isolates the front and rear seats, Ryan holds Nicole's hand, "Are you relieved now?"

"Not worry." Nicole leaned slowly on him. "Your body is not a problem, and mine is not a problem, so why?"

"Only God knows." Ryan muttered, and subconsciously looked up at the roof of the car.

"Ryan. I'm not young anymore." Nicole held up her face, staring into his eyes, and said extremely seriously. "I really want a child."

"There will be." Ryan raised his hand and covered her hands, touching her forehead gently, "As long as we keep working hard."

"That's all." Nicole turned around and leaned on the seat, pressed the communicator to notify the driver. "Go to the Hollywood Records."

The person who could get Ryan and Nicole to go to Hollywood record companies in person was of course transferred to Miss Taylor Swift there.

A month ago, after Ryan and Scott paid Warner Records-related training fees, the little girl transferred to her own record company. Although she has not released any songs yet, her talent and hard work are also somewhat famous in the circle. Hollywood record company also regards her as the trump card of the future to train her.

Although Disney TV has made Taylor's idea several times, the little girl did not nod and Ryan disagreed, and they had no choice.

This is the first time Ryan has come to Hollywood record company since he joined Disney. This company was once so familiar, but now it seems extremely strange.

After asking a few questions at the front desk, he and Nicole walked towards the music practice room deep in the building under the leadership of a staff member. Ryan vaguely remembered that this seemed to be the place where he practiced back then.

Sure enough, Taylor's music practice room was the one he had at the time.

The sound of the acoustic guitar was faintly heard from the practice room. Ryan and Nicole walked in softly, closed the soundproof door, and sat on a chair in the seat in the lounge area.

The little girl was practicing guitar with her curly blonde hair. She probably saw the two of them coming in and smiled at her.

"I still remember that I said I will never leave you, tears flowing on your cheeks, all the shadows block your light, I still remember that you said not to be alone, but all this will go with the wind tonight..."

This is a country ballad. Although Taylor's singing is still immature, it shows extraordinary strength.

In fact, Taylor in this life has a big difference in music from his previous life. She did not grow up in Nashville. Although she prefers country music, her style tends to be more popular.

If you want to truly become the queen of the music scene, pop is a must-have choice.

Taylor is not like Maria Kelly or Celine Dion, with skin color and nationality issues. He is from the mainstream class and has grown up in Hollywood and has natural advantages.

However, now that the record industry is shrinking sharply, it is too difficult to produce another Madonna? Siconi.

The singing stopped, the little girl put down her guitar, walked over, and stood opposite Ryan and Nicole with her hands behind her back, "Do I sing well?"

Her little face clearly had a look of "complaining me quickly".

"Very good!" Ryan raised his thumbs up at her.

"You are our pride." Nicole pulled her to her side and sat down.

The door of the practice room opened again at this time. When Ryan turned around and looked, a boy who was a little older than Taylor leaned into half of his body to look at it, and then got into the room.

He walked straight to Taylor with two dolls in his arms.

"Hello, Ryan, Nicole." The little guy was very polite and greeted them first.

"Hello."

Ryan nodded to him, while Nicole looked at him curiously, and Taylor, who was sitting beside her, had a slightly wrinkled nose.

The boy stood in front of Taylor, held the doll in one hand, scratched his head, and then handed it over, "Hi, Taylor, this is the latest Shrek doll, I'll give it to you."

Taylor didn't answer, "Thank you, I don't need it."

"But... I heard you talk about them a few days ago." The boy blinked and fully demonstrated his cheeky spirit.

Seeing this, Ryan roughly understood that his dear sister met a suitor again.

This kind of thing is not uncommon in Los Angeles today. He looked at Nicole and just watched it. Taylor was about to be thirteen years old and had dealt with this situation before.

Although she asked Kristen Stewart to beat the other party at that time, she probably wouldn't do that now.

"Talking about it doesn't mean you like it." Taylor stood up and walked to the other side, "Just talk about Shrek, fat and green, and a big belly. How could I like it? And that donkey, God, it's so long-winded, how could a girl like this kind of thing?"

After saying that, she still squeezed her eyes at Ryan and Nicole from where the other party could not see.

"Okay, Elvin." Taylor walked back and pulled Ryan and Nicole up, "We're leaving, goodbye."

"Don't you need to bring anything else?" Nicole asked.

"It's all inside." The little girl took the bag handed over by her assistant, pulled them out of the practice room, and then muttered, "It's better not to see each other again, a childish boy."

When she got into the car, Nicole looked at the girl who was shaking her head and said with a smile, "Taylor has grown up and someone has started chasing her."

"I don't like them." Taylor held Nicole's arm and almost lay on her, "I'll be with you forever."

These innocent words of children made Nicole smile happily. She has always liked children very much.

Then Taylor turned to Ryan again, "All the original dolls of the Shrek series are not allowed to make excuses, my dear brother."

"You said you didn't like that big-bellied green-skinned monster." Ryan gently pulled her drooping curly hair, and Taylor immediately snatched it back, "Of course I don't like it if someone gave it to me."

"Scarlett and Kristen went to watch it three times, and my stomach hurts when I was laughing." She seemed to remember the animated movie that had been released for a while, and smiled with her belly.

"Is it that funny, my dear?" Nicole hadn't seen it and was a little curious.

"It's really good, and it's funny." Taylor fell on Nicole and said while laughing. "It's completely different from Pixar and Disney animated movies. It's simply a typical anti-Disney model. He took out many classic fairy tales to tease him, and the donkey actually fell in love with a flame-breathing dragon."

Holding the smiling Taylor into his arms, Nicole couldn't help looking at Ryan, "So that's the DreamWorks Animation Studio revitalized?"

"The situation has improved a lot." Ryan nodded, recalling the information he had read a few days ago, and said, "The first week it was about $60 million, and the second week it should be a little more than $64 million. So far, the total box office has exceeded $150 million."

He pulled Taylor's ponytail with a smile. When the little girl glared at him, he continued, "You know, the most profitable movies in this kind of movie are the surrounding area, and the surrounding area is very popular. Jeffrey Carsonberg has been planning to list the studio. It will probably not take too long to go to the Nasdaq public offering. If it succeeds, DreamWorks Animation Studio can completely get rid of the predicament."

"So you won again?"

Nicole had long been used to the situation where Ryan invested and made a profit. She hugged Taylor and deliberately joked, "How much is the share? I want to buy us a gift!"

"Hey, my dear." Ryan spread his hands helplessly, "I am just responsible for the adaptation, not the original author."

Looking at the two pairs of blue eyes that were staring at themselves, Ryan deliberately said seriously, "Okay, but not now, "Captain America" ​​is about to be released. If the box office can be sold well, let's go on vacation together."

"I don't have sincerity, I still have to practice." Taylor muttered.

"Then it's better." Ryan thought for a while, "I'll find a manufacturer of 'taylor' and order a few Brazilian rose wood guitars for you."

The little girl smiled immediately, her eyes almost nowhere to be found.
Chapter completed!