I’m in Hollywood Chapter 316: Yaowang

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It must be wrong, how could it be him.

The spoon reached her lips, and she opened her mouth weakly. The warm liquid went down her throat and entered the stomach. She felt a lot more comfortable, but she had just taken a few sips. The stomach was tumbling before she vomited twice. She felt her body float again. After a while, she was lying on the side of the toilet. The soft tap on her back made her unable to bear any more, and spit out the wine that had been poured into her belly overnight.

......

After coming out of the bathroom, Eric patiently drank the bowl of sobering soup for the girl, and finally wiped the corner of her mouth before standing up.

The Famke and Sophia behind them both looked at Eric with complicated eyes.

"Eric, you are really caring. It would be nice if my future boyfriend could treat me like this," Sophia saw Eric finally busy, and said his heart unabashedly.

Although Famke Janssen didn't say anything, but when looking at Eric, there was less taste and more tenderness.

Eric smiled and wiped her hands with a towel before saying to Sofia Coppola: "Sophia, can she let her rest here for a night? Just now she has spit out all the wine in her stomach, definitely not again Drinking wine stains your bed. "

Sofia Coppola asked in surprise: "Don't you take her home?" The girl finished, thinking of another woman in the room and covering her mouth subconsciously.

Eric explained: "Actually, she and I haven't seen her in a year, we are not the kind of relationship you think."

"Wow," Sofia Coppola sighed, not sure what to say.

Famke Janssen was relieved.

"So, let her sleep here, I'll go to the room to make up the night," Sofia Coppola said quickly.

Eric thank you. In the strange eyes of the two girls, they took the Jennifer Connelly handbag on the head of the bed and turned out a small address book from inside.

Turn open and look for it. Eric quickly picked up the bedside phone and dialed Jennifer Connelly manager.

"Hey, Jim.Lester ... I ’m Eric Williams. Are you Los Angeles now ... well, at ten o’clock tomorrow morning, come to Firefly Film Studio Headquarters, let ’s talk about Jennifer Connelly ... then that ’s it, bye."

Hang up the phone, Eric flipped through the address book in his hand again, and quickly found one of the pages. The paper on this page is obviously not the same as the other pages. It seems that people have been rubbed many times, and the corners are gone, but the phone number in his Beverly Hills mansion is clearly written on it.

Smiling slightly, Eric closed the address book and put it back in the girl ’s white handbag.

"Fami, we should go," got up and looked at the sleeping Jennifer Connelly, Eric pulled the tall and slender girl beside him: "Fami, we should go."

Sofia Coppola instructed a maid to stay in the room to take care of Jennifer Connelly, followed Eric and the two came out: "Do n’t you play for a while. It ’s still early."

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

The girl didn't stay anymore. She went downstairs. Eric said goodbye to Francis Coppola and others before taking Famke Janssen away.

One hour later, the car was parked in the garage of Cliff Peak Manor. Eric took the girl into the villa and pulled the tie. Eric opened her curiosity and looked at the girl around her: "Sorry. Fami, sure tonight Some are disappointed. "

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

The girl looked at Eric with a smile and said, if before. As a little-known little professional model, it is impossible to participate in this kind of party. Seeing Eric walking towards the floor-to-ceiling glass window of the hall, the girl also followed up. After a few steps, she couldn't help saying: " You are so big here, it does n’t feel like a place where people live ... Oh, no, I mean, it does n’t look like a place where people live, it looks like a library museum. "

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

The surroundings suddenly darkened, and the girl screamed in shock: "Hey ..."

But soon, my eyes adjusted and found that there was a faint light transmission through the glass window. I walked over to the bed and looked out. Underneath was the dark sea, and some stars in the night sky dotted a full moon. Around, with a sense of tranquil beauty.

"How is it?" Eric sat down on the space chair next to the round table, poured coffee for the two, and asked softly.

The girl was lying on the bed carefully to enjoy the night view outside the window for a while, and sighed: "It's beautiful. I take back what I just said. This is where people live. The apartment I rented in Burbank can be seen. Not up to this, and I could not sleep soundly all night and night because of the noise of passing vehicles. "

Eric leaned back and watched as she walked to the hanging space chair opposite and sat down, holding the coffee cup he pushed past, and the girl who wobbled gently, with appreciation in her eyes. The girl was still in the rose-red dress, the hem fluttered with the shaking, the white feet with the high heels loomed out under the skirt, the long body leaned against the white egg-shaped space chair, and it looked beautiful. Let Eric have an impulse to make a photo shoot.

"You can stay here if you like," Eric said after enjoying it for a while.

Hearing this sentence, Famke Janssen gently rocked the space chair. The expression was obviously moving, but soon shook his head: "If I live here, I do n’t know where to put myself. On. "

"I remember being in the office in the afternoon. You said that I was too soft."

"Huh?"

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

"Ah?"

"Do you know Howard.Hughes?" Eric asked.

Famke Janssen tilted his head for a while and shook his head: "I don't know."

Eric froze for a moment, thinking that the girl is not a United States person, but was born in the Netherlands, and came to United States after adulthood. I do n’t know Howard.Hughes is also inevitable.

Since the girl doesn't know. Eric explained: "Howard.Hughes is one of the greatest filmmakers of Hollywood, and also one of the greatest playboy. His pornographic objects almost cover all the famous first-line actresses of Hollywood in the 30s and 40s. Kathryn. Hepburn, Betty.Davis, Susan. Hayward, Jean. Tierney, Rita Haywards, Ava. Gardena ... Maybe, many of you have n’t heard of it. But as long as you go If you check it, you will find that any one of them will be titled as the 'most dazzling' or 'the greatest' actress. An magazine disclosed that Howard.Hughes once had 164 girlfriends, Jinwu Zang Jiao locations are all over Los Angeles ... "

Famke Janssen listens to Eric telling the glorious 'résumé' of Howard.Hughes like telling a story, and the tone of the man seems to be more and more admired, more and more yearned, and even a little fanatic. The girl couldn't help opening her mouth slightly. While the Eric paused, he interjected: "You wouldn't ... be like him?"

The Eric discourse, and soon said firmly with enthusiasm: "Why not? On achievement, at my current age, it is too much at the same age as Howard.Hughes, and he inherited his father. I ’m a self-made property; I ’m sure to be richer in the future when it comes to wealth; I do n’t need to use Firefly for a few years in terms of status. This Film Studio will be among the film giants. So, why not? ”

"But, but ..."

"There is nothing to do." Eric suddenly waved his hand: "I decided, as long as it is a woman I like, I will have to firmly hold it in my hands in the future, no matter what method."

Famke Janssen shrank subconsciously into the space chair: "I ... I wouldn't be one of them?"

Eric tone has a trace of evil spirit: "What do you think?"

"I ... I haven't figured it out yet," the girl's head has been confused by Eric's very ruthless words.

"Come here," there was a hint of confusion in the bottom tone of Eric.

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

The girl reacted when she stood in front of the man. Turning his head to look behind him, he wondered how he became so obedient. Wanting to return, he was hugged by Eric and pulled into his arms.

"Think slowly before you think about it. Let's do what we should do first," Eric said close to the girl's ear.

Feeling the movement of Eric's hands on her body, Famke Janssen immediately tightened her body. Soon, the girl remembered something again and said, "Don't, don't make the dress go."

As soon as the voice fell, the thorny sound of the cloth being torn out came through.

"I said, you can't withdraw," Eric once again leaned into the girl's ear and blew a breath of heat. Feeling the coolness behind him, Famke Janssen gasped for two breaths before struggling to hammer on the man: "Asshole, forty thousand USD."

The girl wanted to complain a little bit more, and her red lips were quickly blocked.

Hum hooted for a while, the two bodies quickly rolled down from the space chair, the floor was just covered with carpet, so although the dress on the girl had been ripped apart, it did n’t Feeling cool.

After a while, the girl felt that her body was held up by the man ’s strong arms, and came to the floor-to-ceiling window a few steps, then was pressed roughly on the cold glass, and the man ’s lips followed her. The naked back slowly asked about the neck, and moved along the way. The girl turned her head subconsciously and kissed the woman again.

Pulling the girl ’s waist and hips back and posing. After the soldiers were under the city, Eric let go of the girl ’s red lips and leaned into the girl ’s ear and asked softly, “Did you think about it?”

"Huh? Hmm, hurry, come soon," the flirtatious girl who had been plucked reached out and pulled back, just grabbed something before it was time to move, her arms were pulled up at the same time. Pressed firmly against the glass window.

"Have you thought about it yet?" Eric asked softly again.

"You are such a tyrant," the girl complained weakly, twisting her waist.

Eric doesn't mean to give in at all, grabbing the girl's two wrists in one hand and fixing them on the other's head, reaching with the other hand to gently tease, and leaning into the girl's ear again: "Have you thought?"

"Woo ..." The girl whispered like a cry, her white face stuck on the glass window, and finally stuck for a moment, finally surrendered: "Think of it, I will be your woman, yours. Woman . "

A moan of satisfaction soon rang in the empty hall.

......

It's soft and comfortable, but very tired. I don't want to open my eyes. But it seems to feel like what else to do.

What are you doing?

I thought about it in a confusing turn. There is still work to be done.

By the way, TV series is being filmed. You will be scolded if you are late.

Then suddenly sat up, thin was slipped off the body, a pair of soft chest stood upright, grabbed his hair, rubbed his eyes, Famke Janssen only to see clearly the surrounding conditions.

This is a large bedroom. There are windows on all sides. At this time, they have all been opened. The morning light shines in, and the bedroom is illuminated, but there is no floating dust flying in the air with the sun.

Thinking about everything last night, it feels like a dream, but how could it be a dream.

It's finished, I seem to have promised something.

The girl grunted and got out of bed with bare feet, but didn't see her own clothes around. I can only find it in the small closet next to me, and I turned it out and put it on because she is about the same height as Eric. The shirt can barely cover the hips, the two long legs are exposed uncovered, and the scenery between the long legs can be vaguely seen during the walk.

Curiously went around in the bedroom and saw the city of Malibu to the north. The densely packed small villas looked a bit ... ridiculous.

Well, she does n’t know why she feels this way.

Come to the other side, the sun has risen very high, the sea and the sky, blue and blue. It's beautiful to be entangled regardless of you or me.

Hesitated for a few minutes in the bedroom. The girl opened the closet and rummaged, and snapped the closet door hard: "Why are all shirts. There are no trousers."

Looking down at your dress and glancing at the alarm clock on the bedside table, it is already half past eight.

It takes at least an hour to drive from here to the shoots studio on the other side of the Santa Monica mountain area. It must be late.

However, no one dares to scold yourself today, right?

She thought a little bit proudly, it seems that although her performance is bad, she has never been scolded.

The reason why I always worry about being scolded, it seems that the guy named Brad Pitt is often scolded, although his performance is much stronger than her, too much.

Thinking of that figure, she quickly understood why.

I do n’t know why, I am very happy.

Then down the stairs downstairs, carefully glanced at the hall and shouted, this dress would be bad if it was seen by outsiders.

"Family, you woke up, Wow," Eric routinely exercised, just took a bath, and came out wearing a bath towel to see the girl who stood on the stairs and probed the brain, could not help but sigh, because it looked up from the bottom Go, the scenery between the girl's legs is unobstructed.

Famke Janssen looks squinted in Eric color, helplessly pulls the hem of the shirt, and complains again: "Why are there only shirts in your bedroom closet, not even pants."

Eric laughed and said: "It's just to see this situation."

"Bah, bastard," the girl scolded.

"Okay, Fami, I have a few Drew clothes here, but you ca n’t put them on. You have to wear yesterday's costume first. I'll get them for you as if they are still in the car."

"Go, go, and, my ... underwear."

"Understood," Eric turned and walked away. The girl hesitated down the stairs before walking down cautiously, still walking around the hall barefoot.

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

"Thank you," Famke Janssen took it, just turned around, and felt a bit of hips.

"Ah, **** it," the girl glared over her buttocks with a groan

"Come on," Eric didn't have any sense of shame. He smiled and seemed to have the urge to come back again. Seeing this situation, the girl quickly fled into the desert.

After more than ten minutes, the two sat in the dining room together, looking at the Eric at newspaper and eating breakfast opposite, Famke Janssen complained: "I am so late for this morning, I ca n’t take anything."

"Come on, soon," said Eric, turning the page newspaper without looking up.

"It takes at least an hour to drive from here to the studio. It is estimated that it is more than ten o'clock. I have to put on makeup, set the scene, and speak to the line ..." The girl sipped her milk and chattered.

"It wo n’t take so long, and will be up to half an hour late."

Famke Janssen glanced contemptuously at Eric: "Well, you said lightly, I can fly over."

Eric finally raised his head: "I called the helicopter, and I won't be able to use it in half an hour when I wait to see you off."

The girl opened her mouth and then shook her head suddenly: "No, no, this is too shocking. In this case, all of them will definitely ... will ..."

Eric chuckled and said: "What I want is this effect, I am declaring the right of the master, and I will see who dares to strike your attention in the future."

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

"Okay, baby, what you say is what you are," Eric continued: "Yes, there will be a property manager to find you this afternoon. Did n’t you say that the apartment in Burbank was too noisy yesterday, and you will close the work a little bit earlier Let him take you to Beverly Hills to pick a villa, and I will say hi to the crew. "

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

"Choose whatever you want, which one is yours, I swipe."

"I don't want it."

"Well, you can buy the furniture yourself, I do n’t care."

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

"Right, do you want a car, how about the Lamborghini? Hmm ... No, the Lamborghini line is too stiff, I think Ferrari is more suitable for women," Eric said, thinking of the girl in "007 of GoldenEye" The situation of drag racing in the open convertible Ferrari and Bond is so cool that it bursts: "Well, Ferrari, that's it."

"..."