Emma looked at Lance in front of her, there was a touch of indifference between her sparse eyebrows, there was no negative emotion, no positive emotion, just a calm without fluctuations, but it was dyed with a layer of coldness, and suddenly it became so strange, and the distance between the two people was sharply widened, which made Emma stunned.

Emma wanted to get angry, but her subconscious told her that they were strangers in the first place, that they had nothing to do with each other. But...... This thought couldn't suppress the restlessness in her heart at all, she was just repelling Lance's cruelty, as if she couldn't wait to get rid of her and distance them away, as if ...... It's as if those memories that are so precious to her don't mean anything at all.

Emma still couldn't hold back after all, and yelled at Lance, "You're obviously a good person, but why do you always have to act like a bastard? ”

Lance's expression remained unchanged, except for a slight movement at the end of his eyebrows. It was the second time tonight that he had heard Emma say that. He muttered, "Maybe I am." ”

This answer made Emma stunned, but she didn't understand what it meant, and finally she could only snatch the room card from Lance's hand in frustration, and trotted all the way around Lance towards the hotel lobby. After entering the lobby, Emma couldn't help but stop, turned around, and looked at Lance's tall back, looming under the dark blue night sky, as if it would be completely integrated with the night at any moment.

Emma looked down at the card in her hand, stamped her foot again in annoyance, ran out again, and shouted, "Hey! Lance had already re-entered the taxi and was about to close the door, when he looked up at Emma, who paused and shouted, "Thank you!" "I thought about it. Again, "And, I'm sorry! ”

Lance's hand movements paused, but he didn't say anything. Then he closed the car door directly. The taxi then drove away.

Emma stood still, the night wind getting stronger and stronger, as if it could blow her away at any moment, but she didn't move, just watched the taxi fade into the night. And then. Emma grabbed her head in frustration, very dissatisfied with what she had just said, completely dissatisfied, completely dissatisfied!

Looking back at the Hilton Hotel behind her, Emma's brain finally cleared up, and she finally realized what she had done stupidly.

What's wrong with her, what's wrong with her? She deceived her mother by saying that she was going to a friend's house for the night, but in fact, she secretly ran to the Sunset Tower Hotel to wait. But for what? Just to see Lance, even though she knew it was incredible, she still had an urge to go to the Sunset Tower Hotel.

When she actually saw Lance, her sanity was completely shattered by the excitement, and she was like an unreasonable madman, blindly stalking. Not only did she not have a good quiet conversation with Lance - for God's sake, it was their first serious conversation, but it was a complete disaster; is also messing around, unreasonable, and always centered on herself. It is taken for granted that he should remember her, that he should treat her differently, that he should reciprocate her excitement......

But in fact, he and her have only had a few fates, he doesn't know her, and she doesn't know him either. But she rushed into his taxi without reluctance. At one o'clock in the middle of the night, he sent himself to a stranger like a sheep in the mouth of a tiger. If he really is a bastard, he can have countless ways to make her repent of not being in the first place, and even if he brings himself home, it is estimated that she will not have any objections, and no one knows what will happen after that; But on the contrary. He didn't, not only did he send himself to the Hilton - the safety was certainly guaranteed, but he didn't ask too much about his own story and always maintained a gentleman's demeanor.

And what about her return? Grumpy, angry, impatient, defiant, impulsive, whining, swearing...... I didn't even say a serious "thank you" to my face.

He's not a jerk, she is.

Emma covered her cheeks in chagrin, she hated herself like never before, "Hell God! Emma Stone! You're a stupid adolescent girl whose head is clogged with hormones, and you can't tell even the most basic indiscriminate between the basics! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Emma looked up to the sky irritably, wishing that time could be turned back, and then her watch would be different, completely different.

"Miss Stone?" A voice came from behind her, which made Emma jump up in fright, and the foul words in her mouth couldn't help but rush out, "A piece of/!" Turning around, Emma saw a uniformed staff member standing at the door of the hotel, with an embarrassed expression, "The gentleman just explained, please go back to the room as much as possible to ensure your safety, I must make sure you return to the room." I gave him my promise. ”

Emma realized that her complaints had been heard by the staff, and she was so embarrassed that she was curled up on her hands and feet, she was embarrassed enough today, it was definitely the most humiliating day of her life - maybe in second place, and the championship was still her first meeting with Lance. Thinking of this, Emma's cheeks suddenly became hot, and she was almost on fire.

"Ahem." Emma coughed lightly twice, and pretended to be calm, "Don't worry, I'll be here." ”

The staff nodded politely and retreated to the hotel lobby. After seeing the other party enter, Emma clenched her fists and roared into the air, "Grass! Grass! Grass! After the silent foul language had vented all the resentment in her heart, she returned to her normal state, showed a ladylike smile to the staff who turned around again, and walked in quickly.

When the door closed, Emma leaned her head against the wall of the doorway, contemplating it.

But thinking back carefully about the whole process tonight, Emma realized that since she met Lance, everything had swept over like a tornado, she had completely lost her mind, she was not herself at all, all her feelings, all her actions, all her actions had lost control, and she had ...... Not at all like herself, she was a complete stranger.

"Or rather, madman."

Emma tugged at the corners of her mouth in self-deprecation. Finally, she was able to talk to Lance face to face, this time it was no longer a few fragmented words, but a real conversation, but her appearance completely ruined everything. "At least I've introduced myself, though." Emma comforted herself with this, but then she thought, "Did he hear that?" ”

Thinking back to her self-introduction, Emma only felt that her cheeks, which had not cooled down, were about to flush again, God, it was the stupidest and most embarrassing self-introduction she had ever seen, she might as well just say to the nymphomaniac, "You're so handsome", at least this is an undeniable fact.

Wait a minute.

Why does she look like a helpless nymphomaniac, like those little girls in school who are carried away by hormones, she is not like that, she has never been, she has her own dreams, she has her own goals, she has her own persistence, she always focuses her energy on her dream of being an actress. So...... What's going on with her watch today?

"Oh my God!" Emma suddenly straightened up, completely stunned in shock, "Did I like him?" No, no, no, it can't be! We've only seen each other three times -- plus four times today, and ...... And he's an old man! God, he's an old man! Emma leaned forward, and then her head slammed against the wall, making a muffled "thud" that made her grin and her muscles tightened.

Emma rubbed her red head, walked back to the room quickly, and threw the whole person directly into the soft big bed, "Even if it's an old man, he's a handsome old man." The thought popped up like a spark, and then she quickly shook her head vigorously, "No, no, it can't be!" That's absolutely impossible! ”

Emma sat up straight in a hurry, "Yes, it's impossible!" I'm just...... Uh, thank him, yes, he's helped me so many times, I have to show my gratitude, that's basic etiquette; And also...... And ......" Emma took off her shoes and went into the bathroom barefoot, constantly circling around the bathroom, "yes! And he's a great director, 'City of God' is really a wonderful movie, and if he plays in the work he directs, it will be a really handsome thing! Yes, that's it! A talented director who just happened to help me a few times, and I express my gratitude. Bang Bang! That's it! ”

Thinking of this, Emma finally let out a long breath. But thinking of her bad attitude tonight, she couldn't help but feel a headache again, and sat by the bathtub biting her thumb nails, "He's a mature old man, so he won't bother with me, right?" Maybe...... Maybe he doesn't even remember who I am. Yes, he doesn't remember after tonight, definitely, absolutely, 100 percent! ”

Emma's mood finally lightened, and only then did she notice the size of the bathroom, the spacious bathroom was almost larger than her living room, and there was a bathtub behind her, which made Emma whistle, "It's good that I didn't go to the bar with them, now it's my turn to enjoy it." Emma began to hum happily, and her mood began to rise slowly like a bubble.

One thing Emma can rest assured is that Lance really didn't care about tonight, and after leaving the Hilton Hotel, he left Emma behind as if nothing had happened.

The night of the Oscars is getting deeper and deeper, and the noise, the bustle, and the noise have all entered history. A new chapter is here again. (To be continued.) )

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