"Thank you," the slim blonde stewardess smiled as she handed a cocktail in front of her, and Eric softly thanked him as he sat next to the small bar.

At this time, he was on the Murdoch family's private jet, and before that, Eric really did not expect that Murdoch would be eager to send a private jet to Venice to pick him up. However, although the other party's purpose is not pure, since the benefits delivered to the door, Eric must be disrespectful, even if it is first class on a passenger plane, it is definitely not as comfortable as a well-equipped private jet.

After attending the opening ceremony of the Venice Film Festival last night and attending the premiere in the morning, Eric handed over the rest to Jonathan Demi and others, and hurriedly boarded the huge Boeing private airliner and flew back to Los Angeles.

In addition to his assistant, as well as an assistant manager of Fox TV who came to him, there were also two little girls who were sitting on the sofa near him whispering, Julia and Elizabeth. Alan and the manager were staring at each other in the other break room.

"What are you talking about, Julia, so happy?" asked Eric, leaning back against the bar, without saying a word.

Julia looked up and was about to speak, but Elizabeth had already glared at her: "What's your business!"

Since learning about the ratings miracle, I don't know what kind of psychology it is, Elizabeth's attitude towards Eric has become a little more 'bad'.

"If it's something related to me, then I'm in charge," Eric said with a smile, standing up with his glass in his glass and walking over to the couch, casually sitting down next to Julia.

Julia saw Eric sitting down beside her, and lifted her body slightly, as if trying to dodge. But she quickly relaxed again, but Elizabeth reluctantly said, "Hey, who let you sit here?"

"Liz. I'm a guest, how can you be so rude. ”

"To be a guest is to have the consciousness of a guest. Elizabeth was-for-tat.

"You're really hospitable, Liz, and it looks like I'm going to bring this up to Mr. Murdoch when I'm back in Los Angeles, and maybe I'll sign you up for a lady etiquette class or something. As Eric spoke, he unconsciously took on the tone of an elder, which made the unknown little flame in Elizabeth's heart, which was already very unhappy, rush upward.

Elizabeth glared at Eric for a moment, unable to find a sharp response for a while. So he stood up suddenly: "I'm going to rest, you can do it yourself, Mr. Guest." With that, the girl walked towards the bedroom in her high heels.

I don't know when, the two flight attendants also quietly left, and only Eric and Julia were left in this cabin.

The girl glanced at Eric, who was sitting next to her, comfortably leaning on the sofa and squinting her eyes to rest, straightened her waist, but did not leave, and sat quietly beside Eric, unconsciously began to enjoy this calm atmosphere a little.

In Venice these days. It was the longest time she had spent with Eric when she wasn't working. The girl also found that compared to Eric, who was a little short-tempered and domineering when he was at work, the man was very casual most of the time in private, even if Elizabeth always couldn't help but go toe-to-toe with him. Eric never lost his temper, but Elizabeth was always dumbfounded by his understatements. In just a few days of getting along, Eric's original image in the girl's heart has changed a lot, at least, he is no longer the original image of the big demon king in her heart.

I don't know how long it took, Eric still didn't move, the girl secretly turned her face to look at the man next to her, running around for several days, and because of the jet lag, she couldn't rest well. Eric's young face was visibly tired, and his chin was covered with stubble that he had not had time to clean.

But. This look of a little more vicissitudes and maturity made Julia a little uncontrollable, and the girl even had an urge to reach over and touch it.

But he didn't even make the most basic moves. Julia's impulse had already turned into a soft sigh, and she just reached out and took the empty glass that Eric had grasped in her hand and set it aside, and then sat down next to the man again, remembering what Elizabeth had told her after learning of the miraculous ratings.

She originally only knew that Eric was very powerful, very powerful, and every movie she made achieved a high box office, even if it was her first foray into a TV series, she easily created a ratings miracle. But the girl didn't have any specific measure in her mind, and it wasn't until Elizabeth, who was more knowledgeable, explained to her that Julia could imagine a little bit of what height Eric was at now.

Eric, who was already asleep beside him, moved, as if he felt that this sleeping position was very uncomfortable, and fell down on the sofa, his head just resting on the girl's lap, and one hand inadvertently wrapped around Julia's slender waist.

Julia, who was thinking about it, was startled by Eric's action, she thought Eric was awake, but when she looked down and saw Eric who had found a comfortable position in her arms, she snorted twice and stopped moving again, and the girl understood.

He chuckled silently, and finally mustered up the courage to stretch out his fingertips and lightly touch the handsome angular face.

The blonde stewardess who had been bartending Eric not long ago reappeared in the cabin, as if to ask the guests if they needed anything. When she saw the intimacy between the man and the woman on the sofa, the blonde stewardess's eyes widened slightly, as a young man, of course she knew Julia and Eric, and she usually cared more about the gossip in the entertainment industry, but at this time, she saw the young and excessively famous director sleeping on the lap of Julia Roberts, who has become a top Hollywood actress, the blonde stewardess still felt a little incredible.

Seeing the surprised appearance of the flight attendant, Julia's face was slightly hot, but she reached out and made a silent appearance, which also woke up the stunned flight attendant, and hurriedly showed a professional smile to Julia, and planned to withdraw.

Julia stopped her movements, reached out and gestured a few times, and the stewardess quickly understood, and found a blanket to gently cover Eric.

When the stewardess left, Julia relaxed, looking down at Eric's sleeping face.

Thoughts spin and turn, turn and turn.

In the end, what I thought about was that I was wearing jeans with a rough fabric today, would he be uncomfortable sticking to them?

Because of the time difference, which was nine hours earlier than Venice, and after more than ten hours of flight, I arrived in Los Angeles before 8 p.m. local time in the United States, and it was not long before the summer sky was completely dark.

There were quite a few people who learned that Eric would be arriving in Los Angeles at this time, so more than one wave of people were waiting outside the airport. Fortunately, he came back by private jet, and the itinerary was relatively private, and if he took the passenger plane as originally planned, he would definitely be blocked by a large number of reporters who had calculated the time.

As soon as Eric's figure appeared, several waves of people outside the airport surrounded each other, these people did not know each other at first, and after seeing each other's actions, they understood the purpose of the others, so they all accelerated their pace and stepped forward.

"Mr. Williams, I'm Mr. Murdoch's assistant......"

"Mr. Williams, Mr. Eisner asked me to wait for you here......"

"Eric, we met at the time of recording, I'm the manager of CBS's Los Angeles branch......"

Eric smiled and shook hands with several waves of people introduced by gossip, waiting for everyone to be a little quieter, and finally said: "I'm really sorry, I just went back to Los Angeles, and the jet lag hasn't reversed yet, can I talk about anything tomorrow?"

Of course, several waves of people could not leave willingly because of Eric's few words, and they spoke again, seeing Eric walking out on his own, but they didn't dare to dwell too much.

Eric had actually expected this situation for a long time, but he just didn't expect that there would be so many people who came to the airport to intercept him, so he hurriedly got into a black car specially sent by Jeffrey, and waited for Alan to put his luggage and get into the car, Eric said goodbye to everyone outside the car window, and at the same time did not forget to wave his hand to Julia and Elizabeth who were standing outside the crowd.

Seeing Eric's car gone, the men ran to their cars with some disappointment to leave.

Of course Elizabeth didn't mind when the others left, but seeing that the assistant sent by her father seemed to have the intention of leaving on her own, the little fire in Elizabeth's heart ignited again, and she crossed her waist and shouted, "Hey, Vincent, is Miss Ben air?"

Elizabeth's assistant, named Vincent, had just focused all his attention on Eric, and he really didn't notice Elizabeth who came out later, and hurriedly ran over and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, Second Miss, I just didn't notice you, I didn't get Mr. Williams, and I don't know how to explain this to Mr. Murdoch." ”

Elizabeth pulled Julia towards a luxury Bentley, and said angrily, "I don't care what you do, I'll send us back to Beverly Hills first." ”

"But," Vincent said hesitantly, "Second Miss, I have to report this matter to Mr. Murdoch, who is still waiting at the Century City headquarters." ”

"It's so late, are you going to let the two girls take a taxi back, and what if we run into the bad guys?" said Elizabeth, shoving Vincent the suitcase she and Julia were pulling, and pulling Julia into the Bentley with a slam on her own.

Vincent smiled bitterly, reluctantly talked to the assistant manager of Fox who had been ignored by Elizabeth and went to Venice to pick up people, stuffed the two suitcases into the trunk, and then sat in the co-pilot and told the driver to drive, while picking up the mobile phone and dialing the number. (To be continued)