Hollywood Domination Chapter 321: Hughug

&nbk. "Jennie said that she actually doesn't care about "The Hunger Games" now, and she doesn't even know what she is talking about. "Actually, this is good news-we don't need to spend our time identifying management-"

Seeing Cesare's expression, she shut her mouth, and finding her consolation awkward and possibly counterproductive, she awkwardly fell back into silence, letting the wind be the only sound on the terrace.

The moon is a small yellow circle hanging high in the sky. In the sparsely populated Malibu, the night sky is brilliant and brilliant. A piece of diamonds is inlaid with stars, big and small, and the Milky Way is freehand across the sky. Step over, like a trail left by a long line of milk. Cesare's expression was only faintly visible in the night sky. He didn't speak, and he didn't give way to let Jenny into the house—he didn't ask her to leave, so she could only stand quietly by the railing, feeling awkward. Realizing that he was seeing Cesare's - extremely rare - vulnerable side, even saying that he was on the verge of collapse... no, it would not be too much to say that he had collapsed. Maybe he doesn't look much different from usual, and he still wears that perfect mask, but maybe it just needs a touch and it will shatter and fall, splashing all over the place, or maybe it has already shattered , and Cesare was just barely maintaining the last illusion.

"...mobile phone." After a long silence, Cesare said, his voice was slightly hoarse, but his tone was still stable, as if talking about other people's affairs, "She looked at my Mobile phone, I..."

He paused, took a deep breath, "I, my mother——"

"I know." Jenny interrupted him, she couldn't listen anymore, "I...I just recognized her voice."

Cesare did not speak anymore. He closed his eyes and took a deep and long breath. Jenny looked in another direction, stretched out her hand and pressed the inside of the bridge of her nose, feeling uneasily that she had revealed something in what she just said. Too many personal feelings - she didn't know, maybe letting Cesare know that she was sorry for him was a deeper hurt to him, it was like taking him home sick when he was in boarding school The teacher who took care of him, this feeling may be completely out of good intentions, but it will make him realize how... how sympathetic he is.

This is not just a matter of information. Virginia Vigeri is the manager of the production department of the Disney headquarters, and she is also an elite in the industry. , if Cesare hadn't thought of her, they would have really started to doubt the innocent high-level executives of Dameng, and how much impact this would have on the management of Dameng who had been adjusting all the time—

And she still chose to do this, which shows that she doesn't care, and no matter what her reason is, it shows that she doesn't really care.

"Do you know how I guessed her?" Cesare said, and after a moment of silence he sounded as if he had managed to suppress his emotions, "No—let me finish, this It is the explanation I have to give."

Jenny wanted to point out that he didn't need to explain. She didn't care whether there was an explanation. The current result was satisfactory enough—but she just said softly, "ok."

"She invited me to Aiden's talent show," Cesare said, "which in itself was an obvious reminder that maybe Mrs. Vijeri didn't have a lot of self-knowledge, but it was clear to me that she wasn't that keen. A mother who is good at creating a family atmosphere...at least not for me.”

Jane said, "Cesare—"

"After watching the talent show, she asked me to have dinner together. We talked about the current situation of each other's companies. She didn't ask any questions that shouldn't be asked, so I didn't get suspicious. After the meal, Aiden invited me to visit him. The tree house in the garden—that was in the courtyard, I took off my coat... and my phone was in the coat pocket." Cesare ignored her, and he continued, "She peeked at me at that time phone - I should be honored because Mrs. Vijeri still remembers my phone password, follow the password tips she taught me, 2372, enter a nickname... I wonder why she feels so bad when she is exposed Embarrassing, after all, it's all so obvious. I don't know which is more frustrating - my mother snooping on my phone and giving Dick Cook the trade secrets of Big Dream, or her How could she be so stupid, or maybe I'm even more stupid than her—"

"Cesare!" Jenny amplified her voice, Cesare was slightly shocked, his eyes changed from lax to solid, and he looked at Jenny again.

Jenny felt that she should say something clever, but her brain stopped completely, and what she wanted to do now was to give Cesare a hug, but this would be too rude, and perhaps it seemed to Cesare too. Too much contempt——

"Oh, **** him." She cursed in a low voice, stepped forward on tiptoe and put her arms around his shoulders, giving him a firm hug.

This is actually not the first time she has had 'intimate' contact with Cesare. For various reasons, they have hugged many times. Jenny usually keeps herself from thinking and paying attention to things, but she can't do it now. I didn't notice Cesare's stiffness and nervousness. This kind of **** didn't seem to be aimed at her, but more like—more like he wasn't used to hugging. This skill seemed to be learned after he was an adult. It's easy to lose contact, and it's not like a soothing gesture for him, it's more like a social gesture, just like the reason why he chooses to hug on all occasions is just because it fits Atmosphere, it would seem rude not to.

Jenny herself is not actually the kind of hugging girl, she has always been indifferent to intimacy, but even so, she is far from being able to enjoy a hug, she couldn't help but deepen the hug With such force, he slammed Cesare hard, as if by doing so, he could use the force to break through his helplessness, and instill in him what he should enjoy—the joys, sorrows, sorrows, and joys of a normal person, and then he let go. Open your hands and take a step back.

"Feeling better now?" she asked.

Cesare pursed his lips, and it seemed that he was still in shock. It was very interesting to see such shock on his usually expressionless face. Jenny found that he always seemed to be shocked at such moments. Strangely young.

"Listen, I have experience with this sort of thing," she said. "It's okay and natural to be sad, but you don't have to be ashamed. It's her business, it has nothing to do with you—and It's not consolation, it's the truth, Virginia is Virginia, you are you, and you don't have to take responsibility for what your mother did because it's clear you can't control her lower limit. You don't need to worry about your friends either If I can't separate what she did from you, then I'm not worthy to be your friend, am I?"

Cesare opened his mouth and closed it again, he pursed his lips, his expression was complicated at that moment, but his eyes lit up again, he put down his hands, and his back began to straighten, Jenny was very organized The unraveling seems to be more useful than the hug, allowing him to rebuild himself in this clear logic.

"Right." He said, the familiar Cesare came back again, "You're right—it's true—"

"I want to admit that I'm more organized than you—even just once—it's not that difficult, is it?" Jenny said briskly, showing Cesare a smirk with eight teeth, using her deliberate smirk. A low-key tone of voice.

Her signal was received, and Cesare rolled her eyes back at her. They laughed softly at the same time. Jenny leaned against the railing and pulled up the hat on her T-shirt to block the strong sea wind.

"I know, we already have a definite idea, and we can start it after we talk about the Hunger Games in the headquarters--" she said, "But now I suddenly want to make some small changes, you know me, Chesa Ray, I've always been narrow-minded—I've always been very vengeful."

In Cesare's eyes appeared the smile that Jenny was familiar with—the kind of smile she liked, a real smile that lit up from the eyes to the lips—"OK, revenge."

"So I suggest we go in now, get some power up, and deploy a new plan," Jenny said, holding back a smile, and said solemnly, "Grab The Hunger Games, and ruthlessly Slap Dick Cook on the ground to deepen this impression—no one messes with him. Damn Jenny Jefferson, no one—ok?”

Cesare looked at her, then laughed, and he said, "OK."

Jennie waited for him to turn around, or at least get out of the way—but Cesare didn't do that, on the contrary, he leaned forward while laughing, and took Jeanne's shoulders gently, restrained. Hug.

This was a very short hug, perhaps only lasting more than a second, and it was different from Cesare's countless proactive hugs—mostly to build a human wall between the paparazzi and her—it Looking green and hesitant, like he didn't really know what to do, and before Jenny could really react, he let go.

"Thank you." He whispered in Jenny's ear, and his breath blew over her auricle along with the pronunciation.

Then he straightened up, turned around and walked into the house, took out two paper towels and returned to the balcony, bent down and used paper towels to pad his hands, picked up the cigarette **** he threw, threw it into the trash can, pulled out a wet towel and wiped it He tapped his palm, but he still seemed dissatisfied, so he simply walked towards the bathroom again.

——Jenny went through three stages of being inexplicable, dumbfounded, and suppressing a smile. She stood on the balcony and watched Cesare complete his personal talent show. Lips, did not laugh out loud.

&nbd. Once Cesare's figure disappeared in the aisle, she laughed, "oh, godbleshim." "

Raising her hand to wipe away the tears from her laughter, she covered her still hot ears again. Jenny pursed her lips vigorously, "godblesshim..."

She went straight across the living room to look for Jim—she suspected he had already been feasting in the kitchen, but when Jenny opened the door, she found Jim leaning in the hallway by the door, holding a Sandwiches are being eaten.

"Hey," he greeted Jenny, and said casually, "don't want to disturb your private time-so I can go in now?"

"I don't know what you thought we were doing just now," Jenny said dumbfoundedly, "but I suggest that you better put away this beating expression and find a wet towel to clean the crumbs on the carpet , and—the plan was changed again, we must win The Hunger Games, but you don’t ask why in the discussion later, just act natural, you know, like we were going to do it in the first place. "

It is impossible for Jim to be an idiot to choose Cesare's thigh among the many executives of caa, and to hold on to it firmly. Well, Jenny's words and the scene he might have seen just now should have revealed enough information—he glanced at Jenny in astonishment, then looked at the room on tiptoe, and his face quickly darkened. "Virgilia?"

Jenny raised her eyebrows in surprise, "You really know how to guess yboy."

"It's not hard to guess—since it's related to Chesa," Jim shook his head, "I know what to do, it's just—"

He didn’t seem to know what to say, he murmured for a while, then touched his fat face, glanced at Jenny, and said in a low voice carefully, “It’s just that sometimes you can’t help but feel that because he family... you know, his upbringing, he really needs a girl, you know, a girl like Lilian..."

Jenny was stunned for a second before she understood his subtext. She stared at Jim dumbfounded, "Of course! Otherwise, what do you think?"

"What are you talking about behind my back?" The door of the living room was opened for the second time in a short time, and Cesare came out while wiping the water on his hands. , he looked completely back to normal—if he knew what Jenny and Jim were talking about, he didn't show it at all, but he picked up the sandwich on Jim's plate and took a bite, "Come in , we'd better finish eating quickly, there is still a lot to do."

Of course, Jim and Jenny quickly returned to normal. While wiping the crumbs from his mouth, Jim hurried into the living room, while Jenny squeezed in front of him brutally.

"Go and wipe off the crumbs," she yelled at Jim vindictively, "otherwise, it will be the same as what Cesare said-you pay for the cleaning fee!"

Hearing the word breadcrumbs, Cesare also glanced over. Jim's movements froze. After a while, he sighed and shrugged resignedly.

&nbk. "He said bitterly, "I'll wipe it, I'll wipe it..."

After a brief banter and a meal—Jim didn't actually mop the carpet, of course, they had a robot vacuum—the trio rallied, and Cesare bit the marker and erased the densely packed writing on the whiteboard ( It's strange that he doesn't have a cleanliness attack at this time), took a step back, and looked at the empty whiteboard.

"Since we are going to enter the siege," he said thoughtfully, "we have to think about what advantages Big Dream has compared to other companies - what are the big six that don't, and what we have, Is there something that really moves Susan and her agent, and what element brings those two together..."

Following his voice, Jenny and Jim couldn't help but fell into thinking, just like doing a math problem, looking for a usable solution among many factors-and this is destined to be a problem, after all, everyone They have to admit that no matter how high the growth rate of Dream is, they are only a growing medium-sized film company. Compared with the big six, except for the lack of internal friction, their advantages are not many, and their disadvantages are obvious...

Holding a yawn, Jenny tried hard to drive her brain to continue to rotate. She glanced at Cesare with some envy: After a day of heavy work, only he can be so energetic. Judging by his expression and blue focused eyes, Cesare is clearly thinking at a high speed and nervously, as excited as if he just finished drinking a whole cup of coffee, this is his usual performance when encountering mental games, challenging The harder it is, the more excited he is-sometimes you really have to admit that talent is indeed very important. In addition to talent, energy is also a very important element in success...

"Understood." Just when Jenny was inevitably distracted, Cesare suddenly flicked his tongue, and he opened the cap of the marker pen, "I see, what is a big dream, and six big dreams There is no precious resource, enough to impress Susan Collins with a strong advantage—"

Jenny couldn't help sitting up straight, looking at Cesare expectantly, while Jim beside him couldn't wait to swallow the hot coffee in his mouth. looking at their ceo.

And Cesare didn't mean to be secretive. Under their expectant eyes, he turned around and wrote two words on the whiteboard with his blond hair trembling slightly.

"Jennifer Jefferson." He said, pointing to this row of familiar cursive letters, turned his head, raised his pen to point at Jenny, and pulled up his mouth, showing a mouthful of white teeth, "We have, six No big deal, Jennifer Jefferson, you—you are the most precious and decisive resource of Big Dream.”