I’m in Hollywood

It must be wrong, how could it be him?

The spoon got to the lips, she opened her mouth weakly, the warm liquid went down the throat into the stomach, and she felt a lot better, but just took a few mouthfuls, and the stomach rushed to vomit twice, she felt Her body floated again, and after a moment she was already on the side of the toilet. Her soft tapping on her back made her unable to hold back, and spit out the wine poured into her belly overnight.

......

From the bathroom, Eric patiently fed the bowl of sobering soup to the girl, and finally wiped her mouth for her to stand up.

Bemick and Sofia behind him looked at Eric intricately.

"Eric, you are so sweet, if my future boyfriend can do this to me," Sophia saw Eric finally finished, unabashedly said his heart.

Although Famik Jensen didn't speak, but looking at Eric's eyes, he was less interested and more tender.

Eric laughed and wiped his hand with a towel before he said to Sophia Coppola: "Sophia, can she let her rest here for one night? Just she has spit out all the drinks in her stomach, sure No more wine will stain your bed."

Sophia Coppola asked with amazement: "You don't take her back?" The girl finished, suddenly remembered that there was another woman in the room, subconsciously covering her mouth.

Eric explained: "Actually, I have not seen her with her for a year. We are not the kind of relationship you think."

"Wow," Sophia Coppola sighed, not knowing what to say.

Famik Jensen was relieved.

"So, let her sleep here, I will go to the room to make a night," Sophia Coppola said quickly.

Eric said thank you. In the strange look of the two girls, I took the handbag of Jennifer Connelly on the bed and pulled out a small address book from inside.

Open it and look for it. Eric quickly picked up the phone on the bed and called the Jennifer Connelly agent.

"Hey, Jim Rest... I am Eric Williams. Are you in Los Angeles now? Well, tomorrow at 10 am, come to the Firefly Film Company headquarters, let's talk about Jennifer Connelly. ... that's it, goodbye."

Hanging up the phone, Eric flipped through the address book again and quickly found one of the pages. The paper on this page was obviously different from the other pages. It seems that he has been rubbed many times, and the corners are gone. The phone number in his Beverly Hills mansion is clearly written on it.

Smiling slightly, Eric put the address book on and put it back into the girl's white handbag.

"Fami, we should go," Jennifer Connelly got up and slept, and Eric Carat lived next to the tall girl: "Fami, we should go."

Sophia Coppola told a maid to stay in the room to take care of Jennifer Connelly and follow Eric and walked out: "Don't play for a while. It's still early."

"No, driving back to Malibu, it will take almost eleven o'clock." Eric looked at his watch and said.

The girl did not stay again, and went downstairs. Eric and Francis Coppola and others did not leave with Famic Jensen.

An hour later, the car was parked in the garage of Jianjiao Manor. Eric took the girl into the villa and pulled the tie. Eric just turned to the curiosity around him and said: "Sorry. Fami, There must be some disappointment tonight."

"No. I think it's not bad."

The girl smiled and looked at Eric, if it was before. As a little-known little model, it is impossible to participate in this party. See Eric walks to the floor-to-ceiling glass window of the hall, and the girl followed up. After a few steps, she couldn’t help but say "You are really big here, and it doesn't feel like a place where people live... Oh, no, I mean, it's not like living in a place, it's like a library museum."

Eric didn't care about the mistakes in the girl's words. A pot of coffee was brought to the round table by the window, and then all the lights in the hall were turned off.

Suddenly darkened around, the girl was scared and called: "Hey..."

But soon, the eyes adapted, and found a faint light transmission outside the glass window, went to the bed and looked out, the dark sea below, the stars in the night sky dotted around a full moon, with A sense of serenity.

"How?" Eric sat down on the space chair at the round table and asked the two people to pour coffee.

The girl cautiously squatted on the bed and enjoyed the night scene outside the window for a while. She sighed: "It's very beautiful. I took back what I just said. This is where people live. The apartment I rented in Burbank can't see." At this point, I couldn’t sleep all night and night by the passing vehicles."

Eric leaned back and watched as he walked down to the opposite hanging space chair, holding the coffee cup that he pushed past, and the girl who dangled and swayed, with a look in her eyes. The girl is still the rosy dress, the hem is floating with the swaying, the white shackles of the high heels are looming under the skirt, and the long body is placed in the white egg-shaped space chair, which is full of beauty. Let Eric have an impulse to write.

"If you like, you can stay here," Appreciation for a while, Eric said.

Hearing this sentence, Famik Jensen gently stopped the action of the space chair and stopped, his expression was obviously moving, but he quickly shook his head: "If I live here, I don't know how to put myself in it." What position."

"I remember in the office in the afternoon, you said, I am too soft."

"Ok?"

Eric did not answer the girl's doubts and continued: "I saw Jennifer Connelly again at night, and I suddenly regretted letting her go last year."

"what?"

"Do you know Howard Hughes?" Eric asked.

Famik Jensen thought about it with his head in his head and shook his head: "I don't know."

Eric squatted and thought that the girl was not an American, but was born in the Netherlands. She came to the United States after her adulthood. I don't know Howard Hughes is inevitable.

Since the girl does not know. Eric explained: "Howard Hughes is one of Hollywood's greatest filmmakers and one of the greatest playboys. His hunting genius covers almost all the famous women in Hollywood in the 1930s and 1940s. Star. Catherine Hepburn, Betty Davis, Susan Hayward, Jean Tilney, Rita Hayworth, Ava Gardner... Maybe a lot of people here don’t listen Having said that, as long as you check it out, you will find that any of these will be titled 'the most dazzling' or 'the greatest' actress. A magazine disclosed that Howard Hughes once How old is 164 girlfriends, and the Golden House is located in Los Angeles..."

Famik Jensen listened to Eric as telling the story of Howard Hughes's glory ‘history’, and the man’s tone seemed to be more and more admired, more and more yearning, and even fanatical. The girl couldn't help but open her mouth slightly.趁 Eric paused, only inserted a sentence: "You will not be ... like him?"

Eric’s words quickly sternly and said with enthusiasm: “Why not? On the achievements, my current age has exceeded Jowell Hughes’s age too much, and he is inherited from his father. The property, I am starting from scratch; on wealth, I will definitely have more money in the future; on the status, I have fireflies, it will take a few years. This film company can rank among the movie giants. So why not?"

"But, but..."

"There is nothing." Eric slammed his hand: "I decided, as long as it is a woman I like, I will definitely hold it in my hands, no matter what method."

Famik Jensen subconsciously shrank into the space chair: "I... I won't be one of them?"

Eric’s tone carries a hint of evil: “What do you think?”

"I... I haven't thought about it yet," the girl's head has been confused by Eric's words that have been so devastating.

"Come here," Eric’s underlying tone was a bit confusing.

The girl heard this sentence, subconsciously put down the coffee cup in her hand and got up and walked to Eric.

Standing in front of the man, the girl reacted. Looking around, I wondered how I became so obedient. Wanting to return, but has been pulled into the arms by Eric.

"I didn't think about it, I thought about it. We did it first," Eric said in a girl's ear.

Feeling Eric's hands on his body, Famick Jensen suddenly tightened his body, and soon the girl remembered something and said, "Don't, don't make the dress."

As soon as the voice fell, the thorns of the fabric were torn out.

"I said, you can't get rid of it," Eric once again plunged into the girl's ear and blew a sigh of relief. He felt the coolness behind him. Famik Jensen hurriedly gasped twice before he worked **** the man. Hammered down: "Bastard, 40,000 dollars."

The girl was distressed and wanted to complain again, and the red lips were quickly blocked.

After a while, the two bodies quickly rolled down from the space chair. This piece of land was just carpeted, so although the dress on the girl had been smashed, it didn’t feel cool. .

After a while, the girl felt her body picked up by the strong arms of the man, a few steps to the floor-to-ceiling window, and then pressed a little rough on the cold glass, the man's lips followed her bare back. Slowly asked the neck, moved along the way, the girl subconsciously turned her head, and kissed the woman again.

Pulling the girl's waist backwards and pulling her posture, after the soldiers came down the city, Eric released the girl's red lips and whispered to the girl's ear and asked: "Is it better?"

"Well? Hey, come on, come on," the emotional girl who had been swayed and snorted and stretched her hand to the back. She just grabbed something and hadn’t had time to move, and her arms were pulled up at the same time, firmly pressed. On the glass window.

“Is it better?” Eric asked softly again.

"You, it's a tyrant," the girl twitched her waist and complained weakly.

Eric didn't mean to give up. He grabbed the girl's wrists and fixed them on the other's head. The other hand stretched out and gently provoked and teased, and once again gathered in the girl's ear: "Is it better?"

"Oh..." The girl whispered as she cried, her white face stuck on the glass window, and finally persisted for a moment, finally surrendering: "Thinking, I am your woman, yours. Woman."

A sigh of satisfaction soon rang in the empty hall.

......

It's soft, very comfortable, but very tired. I don’t want to open my eyes. But it seems that I still have to do something.

what are you doing?

I lost my thoughts and turned around. There is still work to be done.

Yes, I am making a TV show. I will be embarrassed when I am late.

Then suddenly sat up, thin was slipped from the body, a pair of soft standing on the chest stood, grabbed the hair, rubbed his eyes, Famik Jensen only saw the situation around.

This is a big bedroom. The windows are all on all sides. At this time, they have all been opened. The morning light is transmitted in, and the bedroom is illuminated, but there is no floating dust in the air.

I soon remembered everything last night, it felt like a dream, but how could it be a dream.

Finished, I seem to have promised something.

The girl muttered, and fell naked under the bed, not seeing her own clothes around. I can only find it in the small closet next to it, and pull out one to wear it, because her height is similar to Eric. The shirt can barely cover the buttocks, the two long legs are exposed without any cover, and the scenery between the long legs can be seen in the walk.

Curiously wandering around in the bedroom, seeing the northern part of Malibu downtown, the densely populated villa looks a little... ridiculous.

Ok, she doesn't know why she feels this way.

On the other side, the sun has risen very high, the sea and the sky, blue and blue. I am entangled in you and me, beautiful.

Hesitated for a few minutes in the bedroom. The girl opened the closet and rummaged through it. She slammed the closet door: "How are all shirts? No trousers."

Looking down at my dress, I squinted at the alarm clock on the bedside table, it was already half past eight.

Driving from here to the filming studio on the other side of the Santa Monica Mountains, at least an hour, must be late.

However, no one today dares to blame yourself?

She thought a little smugly. It seems that although her performance was terrible, she has never been beaten.

The reason why I always worry about being shackled is that the name Brad Pitt is often shackled, although his performance is much stronger and stronger than her.

Thinking of the figure, she quickly understood why.

I don't know why, my heart is happy.

Then I went down the stairs and shook the hall carefully, shouting, this dress, if it was seen by outsiders, it would be worse.

"Fami, you woke up, wow," Eric routinely exercised, just took a shower, dressed in a bath towel and saw the girl standing on the stairs and looking at the brain, could not help but marvel, because from the bottom up Go, the scenery between the girls' legs is unobstructed.

Famik Jensen saw Eric's sly look, but he pulled the shirt hem helplessly and complained again: "How can you have only a shirt in your bedroom closet? There are no pants."

Eric teased and said: "It is to see this situation."

"Hey, bastard," the girl groaned.

"Well, Fami, I have a few pieces of Drew's clothes here, but you can't wear them. You have to wear the costumes of yesterday. I will help you get them, as if they are still in the car."

"Go and go, and, my... inside."

"Understood," Eric turned and walked away. The girl hesitated on the stairs and carefully walked down, still walking barefoot in the hall.

Eric quickly came back and handed the clothes and shoes in the bag to the girl, pointing to the bathroom direction: "You can take a shower."

"Thank you," Famick Jensen took over and just turned around. He felt that his hips were shot.

"Yeah, hateful," the girl groaned over her hips.

"Go ahead," Eric said. He didn't mean anything. He smiled and seemed to have the urge to come again. When he saw this situation, the girl quickly fled.

After more than ten minutes, the two sat together in the restaurant and looked at Eric, who was eating breakfast and reading the newspaper. Famik Jensen complained: "It’s been so late this morning, I can’t shoot anything.”

"Do not worry, very soon," Eric said, turning his head over the newspaper.

"It takes at least an hour to drive from here to the studio. It is estimated that it is more than ten o'clock, and it needs makeup, scenery, and lines..." The girl took a sip of milk and chatted.

"It won't take so long, up to half an hour late."

Famik Jensen glanced at Eric with contempt: "Hey, you said it is light, I can fly over."

Eric finally raised his head: "I called the helicopter, and I will send it to you in the past. I can't use it for half an hour."

The girl opened her mouth and immediately shook her head: "No, no, it's too swaying. In this case, all of them will definitely... will..."

Eric said with a smile: "What is necessary is this effect. I am declaring the right of the Lord. I will see who will dare to call you later."

"You are... quite unreasonable," the girl groaned and quickly retorted.

"Well, baby, what are you talking about," Eric continued. "Yes, there will be a real estate agent looking for you this afternoon. Yesterday you didn't say that the apartment in Burbank was too noisy, a little ahead of time. After the work, let him take you to Beverly Hills to pick a villa, I will say hello to the crew."

"I... I can't afford to rent it now," the girl shook her head.

"Just pick, which one is yours, I will swipe the card."

"I do not want."

"Well, the furniture is bought by yourself, I don't care."

"I don't want to," the girl said again.

"Right, do you want a car, how about Lamborghini? Hey... No, Lamborghini is too hard, I think Ferrari is suitable for women," Eric said, remembering the girl in "The Golden Eye of 007" With the open-top Ferrari and Bond driving, it’s so cool: “Well, Ferrari, that’s it.”

"..." (to be continued)