Hollywood Domination Chapter 270: Jet Lag Night (Part 1)

Although Jenny and the others have just arrived in Beijing, it is said that the hosts should not prolong the banquet too long, but the topic they are talking about is so attractive that even an old world like Producer Zhang Some of them lost their sense of propriety, and didn't rush to end the meeting until late at night—this was also because Jenny had already agreed to attend the two dinners in a few days, and all the big names present were also invited, otherwise, I'm afraid these "bad guests" 'It's not so easy to say goodbye and leave.

"I'm really sorry for delaying your trip tomorrow." When saying goodbye to Jenny, Producer Zhang was a little embarrassed, and he also signaled the translator to convey his apology to Cesare. "When Lao Zhang escapes another day, we will treat you to a meal to make amends."

"We're still jet-lagged, but it's thanks to you, Mr. Zhang, for staying with the guests so late." Jenny smiled and said, and Cesare also nodded politely, and directly greeted Producer Zhang in English. "It was a great evening and hopefully we will be together again soon."

It was already August 8th when they came out of the clubhouse. When they drove back to the Four Seasons Hotel, it was already a little late at night. According to Jenny's work and rest schedule, she was going to sleep no matter what. , but according to the biological clock, now is the time for her to be energetic. When Jenny walked into the reception room, she didn't want to rest so much for a while—tonight was undoubtedly a big stimulus for her. After leaving the dinner, there was less interference from work, and her thoughts were even more free. Obscuring all the way to the previous life, she rushed straight to the past: controlling the hegemony, cheating, going home, ex-husband, son... These topics that were suppressed deep in her heart suddenly regained weight, stirring up troubles one after another in her heart, It even made her want to confide like a stick in her throat. What happened to her was too **** and dramatic. She has held back for seven years without telling anyone. But tonight... Seriously, and tonight—

The bodyguard team had already gone to rest. She and Cesare entered and exited the hotel under the arrangement of Producer Zhang, so there was no one to accompany them in the elevator. However, none of them spoke. Jenny was full of thoughts, His heart was ups and downs, and Cesare...she didn't know what he was thinking, she guessed that his world view must have been slightly impacted today, no matter what he thought before, now he will continue to pretend not to notice her abnormality , the difficulty must have increased linearly.

Cesare stayed a few steps behind her and closed the door. Jenny stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, leaning against the large glass curtain wall and watching him go to his apartment—he didn't seem to ask her anything Meaning, it was her impulsiveness that came from somewhere—to be honest, a busy day had worn away her rationality and prudence, so Jenny asked without thinking, "So, don't you have anything to ask me, Chesa?" Ray?"

Cesare's footsteps stopped at the door of the apartment, and he turned around at a slower speed than usual. Jenny, as always, couldn't tell his thoughts at important moments.

"So, is there anything you want to tell me?" he asked rhetorically.

Cesare did not approach, but leaned against his own door—this was a rather unusual gesture for him, most of the time, Cesare stood upright when he was standing , seems to have a deep hatred with any surface of the earth. It seemed, like every moment in the past when the mask slipped off and the true self was revealed behind the shadows of night, sickness and even alcohol and tobacco, even he was tired after a long flight and a hectic schedule Become so slightly abnormal.

The lighting inside the house is also very shaded. In the warm yellow light of the floor lamp, Cesare's cheeks are illuminated in colorful neon colors. Jenny looks at him, wondering absently if he tells everything honestly, what will happen to him? What kind of reaction will there be - maybe he will send her to a mental hospital and take over the huge fortune as a matter of course, maybe he will quit the big dream and refuse to cooperate with a mental patient, maybe he will even make everything public and give She causes huge trouble.

"If you want to ask," she said.

Cesare seemed to be smiling, his face lowered slightly, so that most of his cheeks were hidden in the shadow, so that Jenny could no longer see his expression, she took a step towards him, but her foot stopped again In mid-air, Jenny found that she seemed to have developed a deep affection for this glass curtain wall, so that she couldn't leave it.

"If you want to say it." After a short silence, he adjusted his posture and let himself lean against the door frame more relaxedly. Jenny suddenly remembered that he leaned against the door in a similar posture a few months ago , said to her 'pursue excellence' - she didn't know if she would go to see a psychiatrist without him, and in all likelihood, she would choose not to go in the end.

"It looks like this conversation is going to go into a dead loop," she said, "and it's bound to go on forever."

"It seems so." Cesare agreed conservatively.

They stared at each other in the dark air, so many problems accumulated over the years were like scattered bricks and tiles. Every unreasonable choice, every unexpected skill she mastered, these topics that they have never talked about, seem to have really reached a critical point, whether it is her or Cesare, just one step forward Enough to push the door open.

"But you don't look like you really want to ask." She said, observing Cesare.

"Because you seem to have doubts about whether to say it or not." This time, it was not a tongue-twister answer, and Cesare stood up straight. Instead of approaching Jenny directly, he stepped out of an arc, Walking towards the coffee table, but still shortened the distance between the two of them—and Jenny almost instinctively moved towards where Cesare came from, causing her and Cesare to form a circular motion: a literal endless loop.

"Maybe it's because I'm... afraid that you won't be able to accept this answer." Jenny said, she stopped in embarrassment, but Cesare didn't try to approach her any more, and just gave her a triumphant smirk.

"Well," instead of chasing after him, he slowly gave up some of his advantage, "maybe I don't want to know that much, because... I don't say that often, but maybe in this case In fact, I would even be afraid to face the truth."

"Afraid to face the truth," repeated Jenny.

"Yes, afraid." Cesare himself seemed to be chewing on this word - it was obviously very rare to associate this word with him.

"Why?" Jenny asked.

"Because I have a feeling..." Cesare said, "No, or logical reasoning-I can't find a reasonable reason for your behavior, so your answer must be very unreasonable, I guess this It will have an impact on my worldview...and if I accept it - it's hard for me to imagine at the moment - then I'm the one who suffers, I have to make adjustments, reshape my outlook on life, and if I don't accept it, it hurts It's going to be you, whatever the answer is, it's obviously a secret, and you open it up to me, and what you want is acceptance and support, not questions, so maybe it's okay to keep this question open The best way, this can avoid a win-win situation.”

Cesare and his cute logic—Jenny couldn't help showing a smile, and she felt a little tension from his tone—it seems that his fear and avoidance of "reshaping the world view" is indeed true. No adulteration.

"Okay." She drew her tone slowly, "It seems that what you said is indeed reasonable--"

Cesare's face was visibly relaxed, and Jenny laughed loudly, and she shouted, "How many guesses have you made, oh, Cesare, I wish I knew how many absurd imaginations you have turned in your mind ——I know you will never tell me about it."

Cesare, of course, would never admit that he would ever have a moment of "ridiculous conjecture". He said sternly, "I don't know what you're talking about—"

Jenny interrupted him with a smirk, she took the initiative to step towards Cesare, and walked towards the center of the reception room, "But now there is a question we cannot avoid - if you don't know my secret, then I I can't explain some of my ideas to you, and we can't take advantage of some situations to gain more benefits. You know that I am not only very busy, but also not as smart as you. In these matters, you are the real expert. "

Now, it was Cesare's turn to take a step back instinctively, but his pride—it was definitely his pride made him immediately stop this slight retreat, and immediately stood up straight, lifted dropped the chin.

"I think..." he said, walking towards Jenny, "we don't need to talk about this, and we can fix the problems it caused at work, don't we? I know you're smart, sensible, and calm, A professional with an absolutely normal state of mind, has a unique prediction about future situations and movies—"

The words 'sometimes you can see the future' hung in the middle of the rapidly shrinking distance between the two, causing the corners of Jenny's lips to curl up. She wanted to speak, but Cesare interrupted her.

"And over the years we've worked together, you've proven you're right time and time again," he said, meeting Jenny in front of the couch, looking down at her, "and I believe without reservation All your predictions don’t need analysis, don’t need persuasion, I believe what you say—you’ve been selling your intuition, and now you might as well think that I’m the most ardent believer in this theory, and I will unreservedly believe it. Trust your gut for the first time, and make it my code of conduct. You tell me it’s going to snow tomorrow, so I’m going to buy a coat right now—"

Jennie couldn't help laughing, and she tiptoed slightly so that she didn't have to raise her head very high to meet Cesare's eyes. "What if I say that Obama will become the first black president in American history?"

"Then I'll go buy a lottery ticket right away." Cesare said without hesitation. He glanced at Jenny again and suddenly became suspicious. "Of course, the premise is that you are not joking. Are you joking?"

"I'm not," Jenny said right away, "of course I'm not, ha—sorry, it's all just—"

She didn't want to laugh, and she didn't know what was so funny about the situation at the moment—Cesare might call buying a lottery ticket a 'financial investment with the confidence to win', but his idea of ​​participating in gambling was true. It was funny enough, because she was suffering so much that she lost her balance, and Cesare put an arm around her shoulders to help her regain her footing.

"I'm sorry," said Jenny, still unable to help laughing: Cesare, buy a lottery ticket.

"It's all right," Cesare said.

His tie fell from the hem of his coat, onto Jenny's collarbone.

The atmosphere was suddenly a little awkward, Jenny stopped looking at him, she turned her eyes to the loose tie clip in front of her eyes, and suddenly smelled the familiar and refreshing cologne smell of Cesare: Sometimes, as a courtesy, he sprays some on, and Cesare has always favored a slightly salty sea salt base.

Cesare let go, and she took a step back, realizing that it didn't make sense, they were partners, and she didn't know if Cesare had been in a relationship recently, he seemed to have been with the The girlfriend who can use emoji broke up, but it is not known whether he has a new lover. Cesare has always kept his private affairs quite secret.

"So," she said, forcing a smile.

"It's already fifteen past one." Cesare took off the tie clip and straightened up again, his tone was quite ordinary. "If you move quickly, you still have seven hours of sleep-good night, Jenny, and see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." Jenny said—and she also quickened her pace and walked into her king's suite.