It must be a mistake, how could it be him.

The spoon came to her lips, she opened her mouth weakly, the warm liquid ran down her throat into her stomach, and she immediately felt a lot more comfortable, but just after a few sips, her stomach swelled, and she retched twice, she felt her body float again, and after a while, she was already lying on the edge of the toilet, and the gentle tapping of her back made her unable to hold back any longer, and spit out the wine that had been poured into her stomach all night.

……

Coming out of the bathroom, Eric patiently fed the girl the bowl of decanting soup, and finally wiped the corners of her mouth before standing up.

Behind him, Famick and Sophia both looked at Eric with complicated eyes.

"Eric, you're so sweet, if only my future boyfriend could do this to me," Sophia said unabashedly when she saw that Eric was finally done.

Although Farmik Jensen didn't speak, his gaze at Eric was a little less savory and a little more tender.

Eric smiled and wiped his hands with a towel before he said to Sofia Coppola, "Sofia, can you let her rest here for the night? ”

Sofia Coppola asked in surprise, "Aren't you going to take her back?" After the girl finished speaking, she suddenly remembered that there was another woman in the room, and subconsciously covered her mouth.

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

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

Famick Jensen breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, let her sleep here, and I'll go to the guest room for the night," Sofia Coppola said quickly.

Eric thanked him. Under the strange gaze of the two girls, they took Jennifer Connelly's handbag at the head of the bed and pulled out a small address book from it.

I flipped through it and searched for it. Eric quickly picked up the bedside phone and dialed Jennifer Connelly's agent.

"Hey, Jim Rest...... I'm Eric Williams. Are you in Los Angeles now...... Well, tomorrow at 10 a.m., at Firefly Films' headquarters, we'll talk about Jennifer Connelly...... That's all, goodbye. ”

Hanging up the phone, Eric casually flipped through the address book in his hand again, and soon found one of the pages, this one of which was obviously different from the other pages. It seems to have been rubbed many times, and the corners are gone, but the phone number from 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.

"Famy, it's time for us to go," he said, standing up and glancing at the sleeping Jennifer Connelly, Ereca grabbed the tall girl beside him, "Famy, it's time for us to go." ”

Sofia Coppola instructed a maid to stay in the room to take care of Jennifer Connelly, and followed Eric out: "Don't you play for a while?" It's still early. ”

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

The girl didn't hold on any longer, and went downstairs, where Eric said goodbye to Francis Coppola and the others before leaving with Famick Jensen.

An hour later, parking the car in the garage of the Sharp Corner Manor, Eric walked into the villa with the girl and pulled his tie, before Eric opened his mouth and said to the girl next to him who looked curiously around him, "I'm sorry." Fahmi, tonight must have been a bit of a disappointment. ”

"Nope. I think it's pretty good. ”

The girl looked at Eric with a smile and said, If only before. With her status as a little model who is not very famous, it is impossible to participate in this kind of pie, seeing Eric walking towards the floor-to-ceiling glass window of the hall by the sea, the girl also followed, and after a few steps, she couldn't help but say: "You are so big here, it doesn't feel like a place for people to live at all...... Oh no, I mean, it's not like a place to live at all, it's like a library museum or something. ”

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

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

But soon, the eyes got used to it, and found a faint light outside the glass window, and walked to the side of the bed and looked out, the dark sea below, and a few stars in the night sky dotted around a full moon, with a sense of serene beauty.

"How's it going?" asked Eric softly as he sat down on the space chair at the round table, pouring coffee for the two of them.

The girl cautiously lay on the side of the bed and admired the night view outside the window for a while, and sighed softly: "It's beautiful, I take back what I just said, this is where people live, I can't see this in the apartment I rented in Burbank, and I can't sleep all night because of the sound of passing cars." ”

Eric leaned back, looking at the girl who had walked to the hanging space chair across from him and sat down, holding the coffee cup he had pushed over, dangling it gently, with admiration in his eyes. The girl was still wearing the rose-red dress, the hem fluttered with the swaying, the white feet that had taken off the high heels loomed under the skirt, and the long body leaned against the white egg-shaped space chair, which looked full of beauty, making Eric have an urge to take a photo.

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

Hearing this, Famick Jensen stopped shaking the space chair slightly, his expression was obviously a little moved, but he quickly shook his head: "If I live here, I don't even know what position to put myself in." ”

"I remember being in the office in the afternoon, and you said that I was too soft-hearted. ”

"Huh?"

Eric didn't answer the girl's doubts, and continued: "When I saw Jennifer Connelly again in the evening, I suddenly regretted letting her go last year. ”

"Huh?"

"Do you know Howard Hughes?" asked Eric.

Famick Jensen tilted his head and thought about it, shook his head and said, "I don't know." ”

Eric was stunned for a moment, thinking that the girl was not an American, but was born in the Netherlands and came to the United States as an adult, and it was inevitable that Howard Hughes would not know.

Since the girl doesn't know. Eric explains: "Howard Hughes was one of Hollywood's greatest filmmakers, and one of the greatest playboys, and his audience included almost all the famous A-list actresses of the thirties and forties in Hollywood. Katharine Hepburn, Betty Davis, Susan Hayward, Jean Tierney, Rita Hayworth, Ava Gardner...... Perhaps, many of these people you have not heard of. But if you look it up, you'll find that any of them will be titled the 'most dazzling' or 'greatest' actress. A magazine revealed that Howard Hughes once had 164 girlfriends, and that the Golden House was hidden all over Los Angeles......"

Famick Jensen listened to Eric tell the glorious 'resume' of Howard Hughes like a story, and the man's tone seemed to be more and more adoring, more and more yearning, and even a little fanatical. The girl couldn't help but open her mouth slightly. Taking advantage of Eric's pause, he interjected: "You won't be ...... You want to be like him, right?"

Eric paused, and soon said with firmness and fanaticism: "Why not? In terms of achievement, at my current age, I have already surpassed Howard Hughes by much, and he inherited my father's property, but I am self-made, in terms of wealth, I will definitely be richer in the future, and in terms of status, I have fireflies, and it will not take a few years." This film company can become one of the film giants. So, why not?"

"But, but ......"

"Nothing. Eric waved his hand suddenly: "I have decided, as long as it is the woman I like, I must hold it firmly in my hands in the future, no matter what method I use." ”

Famick Jensen subconsciously shrank into the space chair: "I...... I'm not going to be one of them, am I?"

There was a hint of evil in Eric's tone, "What do you think?"

"I ...... I haven't figured it out yet," the girl's head was already confused by Eric's very ruinous words just now.

"Come here," there was a hint of demagogy in Eric's underlying tone.

When the girl heard this, she subconsciously put down the coffee cup in her hand, got up and walked in front of Eric.

Standing still in front of the man, the girl reacted. Turning his head to look behind him, he wondered how he had become so obedient. wanted to return, but was already pulled into his arms by Eric's waist.

"I didn't think about it, but I thought slowly. We're going to do what we're supposed to do," Eric said, leaning into the girl's ear.

Feeling Eric's hands moving on his body, Farmik Jensen tensed his body, and soon, the girl remembered something again, and said, "Don't, don't mess with the dress." ”

As soon as the words fell, the sound of the fabric being torn pierced out.

"I said, you can't get out," Eric leaned into the girl's ear again and blew a hot breath, feeling the chill behind him, and Famick Jensen gasped twice before hammering down on the man: "Bastard, forty thousand dollars." ”

The girl was distressed and wanted to complain a few more words, but her red lips were quickly blocked.

After a while, the two bodies quickly rolled out of the space chair, and the carpet happened to be laid on the ground, so although the girl's dress had been torn to pieces, she didn't feel the cold.

After a while, the girl felt her body being picked up by the man's strong arms, took a few steps to the floor-to-ceiling window, and then was pressed a little rough on the cold glass, the man's lips slowly asked her bare back and neck, all the way up, the girl subconsciously turned her head and kissed the woman again.

Pulling the girl's waist back and posing, after the soldiers arrived in the city, Eric let go of the girl's red lips, leaned into the girl's ear and whispered, "Have you thought about it?"

"Hmm, hurry, come on," the flirtatious girl muttered and reached behind her, and before she could move to grab something, her arms were pulled up at the same time and pressed firmly against the glass window.

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

"You, what a tyrant," the girl grumbled weakly, twisting her waist.

Eric didn't have the slightest intention of backing down, grabbed the girl's two wrists with one hand and fixed them on the other's head, and the other hand reached down and gently teased, and leaned into the girl's ear again: "Have you thought about it?"

"Woo......" The girl sobbed and whispered, her fair face was pressed against the glass window, and finally she held on for a moment, and finally surrendered: "Think about it, I'll be your woman, yours." Woman. ”

A satisfied groan soon rang out in the empty hall.

……

The whole body is soft, very comfortable, but very tired. I don't want to open my eyes. But it seems that I feel like I have something else to do.

What are you doing?

I thought about it in a daze, and then I thought about it. There is still work to be done.

By the way, I'm filming a TV series, and I'll be scolded if I'm late.

Then he sat up suddenly, the thin quilt slipped from his body, and a pair of soft and erect chests, scratching his hair and rubbing his eyes, before Famick Jensen could see his surroundings clearly.

It's a big bedroom. There were windows on all sides, all of which had been opened at this time, and the early morning light filtered in, reflecting the bedroom brightly, but there was no dust floating everywhere with the sunlight in the air.

I quickly remembered last night's qiē, and it felt like a dream, but how could it be a dream.

It's over, and I seem to have promised something.

The girl muttered and got out of bed barefoot, not seeing her clothes around. I had to look in the small closet next to it, and pulled out one to put on, because she was about the same height as Eric. The shirt barely covered the buttocks, and the two long legs were uncovered, and the scenery between the long legs could be faintly seen while walking.

Curious, I walked around the bedroom and saw that the city of Malibu was to the north, and the dense bungalows looked a little ...... Amusing.

Well, she didn't know why she felt that way.

On the other side, the sun had risen very high, and the sea and sky were blue and blue. Entangled, regardless of you and me, is beautiful.

Hesitated for a few minutes in the bedroom. The girl opened the wardrobe and rummaged through it, and slammed the closet door shut: "Why are they all shirts?" None of the trousers. ”

Looking down at his outfit, he glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table, it was half past eight.

It's also at least an hour to drive from here to the filming set on the other side of the Santa Monica mountains, and it's definitely going to be late.

However, surely no one dares to scold themselves today, right?

She thought with some smugness, it seemed that, despite her terrible performance, she had never been scolded.

The reason why I am always worried about being scolded is that the guy named Brad Pitt is often scolded, although his performance is much better than her, much stronger.

Thinking of that figure, she quickly understood why.

I don't know why, but my heart is happy.

Then he went down the stairs, glanced cautiously at the hall, and shouted, "It would be bad if this dress was seen by outsiders."

"Famy, you're awake, wow," Eric exclaimed after a routine workout, had just taken a shower, and came out wearing a bath towel to see the girl standing on the stairs and probing her brain, because from the bottom up, the scenery between the girl's legs could be seen at a glance.

Seeing Eric's squinting eyes, Farmik Jensen helplessly pulled the hem of his shirt and complained again: "Why do you only have shirts in your bedroom closet, not even a pair of pants." ”

Eric laughed, "That's what I saw." ”

"Phew, bastard," the girl scolded.

"Okay, Famy, I have a few Drew clothes here, but you can't wear them, so I'll put on yesterday's costume first, and I'll get them for you, it looks like you're still in the car. ”

"Go, go, and, my ...... Underwear. ”

"Understood," said Eric, turning to walk away, and the girl hesitated on the stairs before proceeding cautiously down, still walking barefoot up and down the hall.

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

"Thank you," Famick Jensen took it, and as soon as he turned around, he felt his buttocks be patted.

"Ahh

"Go ahead," Eric said without the slightest hint of shame, and grinned as if he had the urge to do it again, and seeing this, the girl hurriedly fled.

More than ten minutes later, the two sat together in the dining room, looking at Eric reading the newspaper at breakfast across from him, and Famick Jensen complained: "I'm so late this morning, I can't shoot anything." ”

"Don't worry, soon," Eric said, flipping through a page of the newspaper without looking up.

"It's at least an hour's drive from here to the set, and it's estimated that it's past ten o'clock everywhere, and you have to put on makeup, set up the set, and ...... the lines," the girl said as she took a sip of milk and chattered.

"It won't take that long, half an hour late at most. ”

Famick Jensen glanced at Eric with disdain: "Hmph, what you said is light, I can still fly over." ”

Eric finally raised his head: "I called a helicopter, wait to send you over, it won't be used for half an hour." ”

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

Eric said with a smile: "This is the effect I want, I am declaring the right of the lord, and I will see who dares to hit your attention in the future." ”

"What are you...... It's unreasonable," the girl was stunned, and quickly retorted.

"Okay, baby, that's what you say," Eric continued, "By the way, there's going to be a real estate agent coming to you this afternoon, didn't you say yesterday that the apartment in Burbank was too noisy, call it a day early, and ask him to take you to Beverly Hills to pick a villa, and I'll say hello to the crew." ”

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

"Pick anywhere, whichever one you choose is yours, I'll swipe the card. ”

"I don't want to. ”

"Well, you can buy the furniture yourself, I don't care. ”

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

"By the way, do you want a car, how about a Lamborghini......? No, the Lamborghini lines are too hard, I think Ferrari is a little more suitable for women," Eric said, suddenly remembering the situation where the girl drove a convertible Ferrari and Bond in "007: GoldenEye", which was so cool: "Well, Ferrari, that's it." ”

"......" (To be continued)