I’m in Hollywood Chapter 187: I understand

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"So, get up quickly, I made a porridge, I hope you will like it," Elizabeth said, leaving a faint smile and turning around to leave.

Julia stretched her neck and looked out from the unsecured door gap. When she did n’t find the girl, she wrapped her body in a blanket and ran to the bathroom in a twist. She did n’t have the carelessness of Elizabeth The temperament is not used to revealing the body in front of someone who has only known one day, even if the other person is of the same sex.

Twenty minutes later, Julia appeared in the restaurant with a loose light green kimono skirt. Elizabeth had already divided breakfast. When Julia walked in, he nodded to the girl and sat at the table. Holding a roll of newspaper in his hand, he eats while looking at himself, and does not look like an outsider.

Julia did n’t mind either. He sat down on the other side, picked up a piece of toast, drank a bit of peanut butter and ate a few bites, and tasted the white porridge in the bowl.

"Did you sleep well last night?" the girl opposite said suddenly.

"Ah, when ... Of course," Julia replied quickly. Somehow, she felt a little guilty. As for why, she couldn't remember it anymore. The memory of the drunk had become blurred into a mess. .

"If possible, I advise you not to have another time." Elizabeth said meaningfully.

"Next ... what's next?" Julia blinked at the **** the opposite side.

"Drunk, stop being drunk."

Julia seems to realize something: "I ... Did I do something bad last night?"

Elizabeth nodded without hesitation: "Yes."

"oh God." Julia snapped his forehead: "This is bad, in case it gets passed, in case ..."

"Relax. No," Elizabeth shook his head gently without lifting his head, turning a page of newspaper in front of him.

"Huh?"

"I think that Mr. Bastard will not pass on the matter." Elizabeth wrote lightly.

Julia's eyes widened: "Mixed ball ... Sir, you mean ... Eric."

"Bingo!"

The Julia felt uneasy for a while, and the tone even stuttered: "Then ... that, Liz. I ... I, in the end ... what did you do?"

"It's not too special. You just wrapped around that mumbler, crying and begging him to kiss you."

"Oh, God!" Julia groaned angrily and hugged his head on the table. Bumped a few times on the solid wood tabletop.

Seeing the girl ’s reaction, Elizabeth could n’t help but smile: “Do n’t hit it, no one feels distressed when it hits the wood.”

It took a while for Julia to raise his head, reached over the glass kettle in the center of the dining table, and gave himself a cool drink. He pours out a few deep breaths before taking courage: "That, Liz. Tell me more about last night's things? "

"Are you sure you want to listen?" Elizabeth asked back.

Suppressing the idea of ​​flinching, Julia nodded.

Elizabeth has a very good memory, and was not drunk last night. So when the girl started complaining about Eric, she talked about it one by one, and added a lot of small details.

"I ... I even said what I dreamed about?" Julia looked like he was about to collapse, hoping to look at Elizabeth with a prayer, and seemed to want to hear the other person's negative answer.

"Ah," Elizabeth finished, holding up the bowl and drinking porridge. Hearing the Julia's question, he nodded vaguely.

Julia knocked his head on the table again: "It's over. I have no face to survive, how can I still meet people."

Elizabeth finished the last bite of white porridge, wiped the corners of his mouth, and at the same time showed a curious look, asked: "Julia, Eric Williams really have that kind of abnormal hobby, does he like to beat women?" /

"No," the girl lying on the table replied mumblingly.

Elizabeth seems to be relieved: "So, those are your sexual fantasies, I thought he was really a pervert, it was too disgusting, I was originally very interested in him . "

"Liz, please stop talking about this topic, okay? I want to die now."

"It's nothing. Whoever stipulates that women can't have a little sexual fantasies, huh, huh, but yours is really special, you actually want him to beat you."

"That's just a dream," Julia defended his head weakly.

"Dream is a convenient and fast virtual realization form of human desire. It is essentially the same as the lucid fantasy, but the fantasy is controllable, but the dream is arbitrary, but if you do n’t have it in your heart This idea will not make such a dream. "

"Uh hum ..." The girl cried a few times, as if you said I would cry again.

Elizabeth will not hold onto this matter any longer, and actively changed the topic: "Julia, are you in love with him?"

Julia popped up, obviously the girl was more sensitive to this topic: "No, of course not, I hate him."

"Oh," Elizabeth replied indifferently, and wisely did not ask again, otherwise she might be driven out by the mad woman, and at the same time muttered in her heart that this reflection was really "hate" to the extreme.

Julia stared straight at Elizabeth, with his fingers on the edge of the table, pressed down slightly, eager to try something he wanted to do. After waiting for a while, I found that the **** the opposite side did not have the following text. After a short breath, she quickly exhaled and said in a hurry: "I am just ... actually ..."

"consider as finished, Julia, hurry up for breakfast. I think your life is too boring to think about it all day. Go shopping after breakfast, OK, I can borrow a private jet, we can fly directly Manhattan, Fifth Avenue is a shopping paradise. In the evening, I will take you to some partys to help you introduce some young people. Perhaps they are not as good as Eric Williams, but the family is definitely richer than the other. "

"I also know a few of these people on many partys, either too old or self-righteous guys, who rely on the family ’s financial power to spend money outside the world. I even doubt if they will be able to pay Money inherits the property of the previous generation, but the United States has to pay taxes before it can inherit the inheritance. I heard that many children of the rich family can only donate a large amount of inheritance because they are unable to pay huge inheritance taxes. "

“Oh, you ’re talking about very few,” Elizabeth said with a smile: “As long as you think dim sum, those billionaires have countless ways to pass on enough assets to the next generation.”

The topic unwittingly turned away from last night's embarrassment, and the two of them slowly opened the conversation box and chatted chatteringly.

"Liz, how do you wear this shirt, don't you think that one is too big?" After eating breakfast, the two girls got into the Julia's cloakroom and started choosing clothes. Both of them were about the same size and height. Therefore, there is no size problem.

"However, I prefer loose clothes. This one is good," Elizabeth doesn't mean to change it. She still only wears bottoms and pants with two white and tender thighs, standing and pulling In the other closet, trousers were chosen by oneself.

Julia pursed his lips, and his head flew quickly to think about how to make the girl take off her shirt without notice.

"Well, these trousers are good, that's it," Elizabeth took off a pair of khaki casual trousers from the closet, put them on the waist to make a gesture, and then put them on.

"Yes, it looks good," Julia rolled his eyes: "However, I think khaki pants with a light blue top look better, pink is also good, white is more awkward," the girl said , Quickly removed two small shirts from the closet in front of you, and put them in front of the Elizabeth to sign: "Look!"

Elizabeth blinked, looked at the two small blouses in front of him, and then looked at this one, and suddenly lifted the hem and pulled the large white shirt off, and only covered the body. There is a little white bottom pants, and at the same time yells in the mouth: "Wow, Wow, so disgusting, I understand, this must be the Eric Williams that mixed ball clothes, too disgusting, yuck, yuck, Heavens!!" (Unfinished Continued)