American fame and fortune.

Chapter 395
The red Porsche circled around Beverly Hills and plunged into the underground garage of the Four Seasons Hotel. As soon as Elizabeth parked the car in the parking space, she unbuckled her seat belt and rushed to Martin's side.

The red witch's face with a sweet smile was right in front of her.

The beating energy of the earth's veins pushed up the volcano and hit Martin's arm.

Which normal man can stand the test of a beautiful girl.

Martin held Elizabeth's face and kissed her.

Elizabeth got up and moved over, straddling the co-pilot.

In the narrow space of Porsche, they are pressed tightly together.

Martin straightened up unconsciously, and Elizabeth's head hit the roof of the car with a thud.

"It's too narrow here, and I can't use it." Both of them are not small, and Martin is also worried that if someone secretly takes pictures: "Get out of the car, get out of the car."

Elizabeth rubbed her head and went to open the passenger door: "Why not go to your house?"

She likes to go directly to Martin's home and get there in one go, which is simple and hassle-free.

Martin told the truth: "The two bastards Leonardo and Nicholson are so capable of causing trouble, I'm afraid they will launch a surprise attack again."

Elizabeth thought about the last time: "It is to stay away from them."

As she said that, she sat on Martin's lap and moved down.

Martin's eyes widened: "Slow down, slow down, it will break..."

Elizabeth smiled sweetly: "I'm sorry, I'm not sorry. I will apologize in person later and comfort him."

Martin said, "You set my expectations high."

Elizabeth took a look: "You... are really tall." She had made a lot of preparations: "I have watched a lot of Sacred Valley movies in the past six months."

The two got out of the car and took the elevator upstairs. Bruce came over halfway and gave Martin a room card.

When he came to the luxury suite on the top floor, Martin closed the door and threw his coat aside.

No words can compare with practical actions.

Elizabeth apologized for her recklessness when she got off the car, and comforted her carefully.

Martin saluted with his head held high as a sign of forgiveness.

Elizabeth's coming-of-age ceremony was finally successfully completed after being postponed for half a year.

The two of them didn't leave the hotel that day.

Martin would never treat a girl who worked so hard to comfort the wounded like Elizabeth.

Last time, because of the troubles of two bad friends, Nicholson and Leonardo, the coming-of-age ceremony was forced to end before it even started.

Martin decided to make up for her, the main way - learn from each other.

Elizabeth can delay as long as she can, and the longer she delays, the more she will be compensated.

In the evening, Martin called for a midnight snack, and the two sat on the balcony, enjoying delicious food and admiring the beautiful scenery of Los Angeles.

The night wind blew over, and Elizabeth's long hair and dress fluttered with the wind. Her gentle eyebrows and bright and sweet smile made people feel healed.

If you have to find a word to describe it, Martin thinks "sweetheart" might be more appropriate.

The sweetheart noticed that Martin was staring at her, and her smile became even sweeter. When Martin came back to his senses, he deliberately asked: "Do you know which role I just got?"

Of course Martin knew: "Caroline, daughter of Daisy and Benjamin."

Elizabeth took a small bite of the cake, and the snow-white cream stuck to her lips: "Martin, during the rehearsal and filming, I will call you Dad."

Martin's heart skipped a beat, a thread seemed to be broken, and he coughed in a low voice: "You still have a lot of room for improvement in acting."

"Can you give me some guidance now?" Elizabeth took the initiative to enter the scene: "Daddy..."

Martin was still offscreen: "Liz, you call me that, I feel like I've become an old boy."

Elizabeth forked another piece of cake, swallowed some cream, and said Caroline's lines: "Daddy, don't you love me? Why are you so rude to me?"

Martin said: "For every old boy, there is a favorite daughter."

Elizabeth improvised: "It's useless to talk, but to prove it with actions!"

Martin stood up, pulled the sweetheart up again, and kissed her again.

Elizabeth is sweet.

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In the morning, the mansion of the Olsen family.

The Olsen sisters entered the garden and walked onto the path surrounded by flowers and plants. The autumn dew wetted the grass and the road, making the walking especially slippery, making people want to speed up without realizing it.

Mary passed the protrusion of the path, stopped and stomped a few times, the loose stone slab made a creaking sound, probably because of the dew, the sound was not harsh, but rather pleasant.

Ashley came to a cardamom tree, lightly flicked off the dew on the pods, peeled off the pods, grabbed the red cardamom, twisted it lightly, picked it off, and held it with her fingertips: "Liz didn't come back last night. "

Mary walked forward and said, "I sent her a message. She was with Martin last night."

Ashley pointed to the next door: "That Martin Davis?"

"That's him." Mary said, "The one with a lot of gossip, a playboy like Leonardo and Nicholson."

But Ashley threw away the cardamom and said, "How many Hollywood actors are not playboys? Playboys are reassuring, at least they are not shit sticks." She and Mary have been in the entertainment industry since they were babies, so it can be said She grew up in this circle: "If Liz wants to develop her career in Hollywood, she has to go through a lot of scumbags. It's not a bad thing to be early."

Mary stopped: "Remind her when you look back, and take safety measures."

As the sun rose and the weather became hot, the dew evaporated from the garden paths and became dry, and the Olsen sisters went back to work, working from their study at home.

In the middle of the morning, the red Porsche drove in and parked in the outdoor parking lot on one side of the square.

Elizabeth got out of the car cheerfully, walking erratically, and the sweet smile on her face could heal the huge psychological trauma of Bell or Pete purely.

Thinking of the excitement of the old boy Martin every time he called "Daddy" when rehearsing the play, Elizabeth smiled even sweeter.

"Liz, come and sit." Ashley greeted her sister: "So happy?"

Sitting next to her sister, Elizabeth smiled and said, "I've caught up with my boyfriend!"

Mary came from the study: "Martin?"

"Yes, Martin." Elizabeth's whole body was filled with the sour smell of love: "He is my boyfriend now."

Mary nodded: "You've grown up, I won't say much about anything else, but I'll just remind you to pay attention to safety measures."

"I will." Elizabeth stopped laughing and said seriously: "In case of accidents, I will marry Martin."

Ashley shook his head: "You think too far."

Elizabeth has her own opinion on this: "I think people who love each other should get married."

Mary and Ashley didn't take it seriously, just smiled and went back to their study to continue working.

Elizabeth didn't force her family to approve, she leaned on the sofa, took out her mobile phone and sent a text message: "I'll go find you at night."

On the other side, at Paramount Studios, Martin sat on the battery car and replied: "My friend has an appointment for dinner tonight, you can join us."

Elizabeth asked, "Leonardo and Nicholson?"

"It's them." The two bastards called Martin this morning: "They will also bring their own female companions."

Elizabeth complied.

Martin put away his mobile phone, waited for Bruce to stop, jumped out of the car and entered Benjamin's studio, ready to continue the special effects modeling work.

When I came to the special effects studio, I saw Cate Blanchett talking to Eric from a distance.

The former came over to model the elderly Daisy.

Martin strode over, greeted Eric, and asked, "When does it start?"

Eric said: "Wait a moment, there is a program conflict in the software, the problem is not big, my people are handling it urgently, it will be fine soon."

Calling him from the studio, Eric said sorry to Martin and Blanchett and hurried over.

Martin has entered the working state, his head is full of characters, ignoring Blanchett directly, preparing to pass by her and go to his lounge.

Blanchett couldn't suppress the disgust in her heart and reminded her coldly: "Please keep your distance from me."

Martin glanced at her, didn't bother to answer, and went into the lounge.

After closing the door, he took out his mobile phone and dialed Nicholson's number: "Go to Leo's house for a party tonight, have you found a girlfriend? Let me introduce you to Paramount Studios, Blanche Here, don't you want to have some fun?"

Nicholson said, "I'll be there before I get off work."

He acted immediately, ordering roses and asking Leonardo to cheer together.

If people don't take the initiative to find fun, how can fun find people?
Martin waited for more than ten minutes, and soon someone came to inform him that he had gone to the special effects studio. Surrounded by multiple cameras, he staggered like an old man in his 80s with handicapped legs.

In the afternoon, an assistant pushed an old-fashioned wheelchair, and Martin sat in the wheelchair, hunched over, as if he was dying.

As he was getting off work, he received a text message from Nicholson.

Martin stepped out of the studio earlier and saw Nicholson, who was fighting outside the studio. He took the initiative to bypass them, came to the area where the battery car was parked diagonally opposite, and stood on a high place and waited patiently.

Bruce came up to him and asked, "What are you planning again?"

Martin indicated with his eyes: "When people come, you can see them immediately."

Blanchett was carrying a bag and came out of the studio with his assistant. He looked up and saw many people. The old man in the middle had a pair of sunglasses stuck on his face and looked like an English gentleman.

"Start!" Following Leonardo's order, the others moved.

The red carpet rolled out and landed just under the steps of the studio. Two beautiful emcees walked quickly carrying flower baskets. Red rose petals fell on the carpet from their fingers.

There were two crisp bangs, the garlands danced, and ribbons fell on the red carpet.

No matter outside the studio or inside the studio, everyone was dumbfounded.

Nicholson stepped out of the crowd, holding 99 bright red roses, and walked towards Blanchett.

Behind him, Leonardo waved his hand, and the two pulled up a banner with a large line of words on it - Blanchett, my love!

Speaking of shamelessness, Nicholson is Martin's boss.

(End of this chapter)