"Oh~Nat~ I think I saw him." Scarlett, wearing a wide T-shirt and pink panties, threw herself on the bed softly, and then called her best friend very unwillingly.

"What?" Natalie Portman had just returned home when she received a call from Scarlett, and her heart chuckled. It's not because she's not confident, but because Natalie Portman really knows Scarlett too well, she's just another copy of herself, plus Scarlett's fascination with the temperament of a mature uncle, an ex-boyfriend who meets these two requirements will easily enter Scarlett's field of vision. Before the relationship between herself and Jerry returns to the honeymoon period, Natalie really doesn't want her best friend to have direct contact with Jerry. In that case, it's really too dangerous. Natalie isn't afraid of a Jessica Alba, but she's not without worries about an opponent like Scarlett Johansson. After all, Scarlett is the one who takes a fancy to it and will shoot directly.

"I was at the intersection of Fifth Avenue and saw the magic J." Scarlett rolled over, her legs together and her body raised at ninety degrees, her little pink panties supporting her plump ass, "But that guy actually ignored me." ”

Whew~ Well done. Natalie Portman breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly woke up. Because from this best friend's tone, she seems to have captured something.

"Hey~Nat, are you listening?" There was no sound on the other side of the phone, and Scarlett rolled over and sat up again, "What are you doing now?" ”

"I'm reading the script!" After spending some time on Broadway, in 1996, Natalie did have a film to be involved in, "Batman" director Tim Burton's "The Martian Plays with Earth", but after receiving a call from Scarlett Johansson, she didn't have much of a mind to read the script.

After returning from Broadway, Natalie cheekily went to visit the next door. But there was no one else at all except Lindsay Lohan and Avril Lavigne, the two little turnip heads who looked hostile to her, and the housekeeper and nanny, Ms. Linda Rohan. Ms. Linda Lohan told her that Jerry hadn't returned yet.

Under the hostile face of the two little radish heads, no matter how thick-skinned Natalie is, it is impossible for her to stay at Rothschel's house and wait for her ex-boyfriend to return.

Lindsay Lohan said, this is not your home, please don't walk around.

Avril Lavigne said, you and the rat have broken up, please respect yourself!

One by two. Guarding her like a thief.

The difference is that Miss Lavigny is afraid that she will snatch the mouse again, while Miss Lohan is afraid that she will steal Lavigny's heart.

Natalie was so awkward that she almost ran out.

It's just two little radish heads, but the two guys claim to be the masters of the Rothschel family.

And now, when she got home and opened the script to study, Scarlett Johansson called and said she had met Jerry.

At this moment, where does she still have the mind to read the script.

"Hasn't that guy come home yet?" Scarlett clenched her fists, but her tone was as casual as possible.

"Oh~ not yet." Scarlett, this guy. When did she start getting more and more interested in her ex-boyfriend?

"When I saw his words, I told him that I forgive him for his rudeness."

"What's wrong with you two?"

"Nothing."

There was nothing to cover up, and Natalie's heart chuckled again.

"Alright, Nat. Go to bed early and good night! Scarlett, who didn't get any useful news, hung up the phone, and then, hugging the pillow, began to roll.

That guy. That guy~ What did he do to himself, he actually made himself miss him.

It was just an informal meeting.

Is this necessary?

Is this necessary?

Scarlett kept asking herself, but every time she asked herself. I replayed in my mind the lonely figure staring at the head of the explosion and sticking to the beard under the street lamp at the intersection of Fifth and Forty-second Streets.

Crazy ~ Crazy ~ Crazy ~

"Ah~"

Bang bang bang~

There was a knock on the door.

Scarlett jumped out of bed, unchained the door, and poked her head against the door, "What's the matter, Mom?" ”

"What are you doing? Scar？ I can hear you downstairs. Melanie gave Scarlett a worried look, "Won't you let me in?" ”

"Oh~ I was just doing sports and accidentally fell down." Scarlett lied without blushing or heartbeat.

"Doing sports? And then fell? Melanie knew her daughter would never exercise in her room.

"Oh~ it's okay, yes, I'm fine. It's so messy in the room, I haven't had time to tidy it up yet, so Mom, don't come in. ”

"Is it really okay? Scarlett, you're acting so weirdly today. Melanie poked her head to see what was going on, but Scarlett blocked her view, "Is there anything you want to talk to me about?" ”

"Another day, Mom, another day. It's late. Scarlett pretended to yawn, "Good night, Mom." ”

"Alright then!" Melanie reluctantly ate a closed door.

Scarlett leaned her back against the door and exhaled, in order to vent her excess emotions, she had just been so angry, and now, the whole room was in a mess.

Oh~ yes, it's not much better than Sixth Avenue.

Abominable exploding heads!

"Cass~ You say, is our daughter in love?" Melanie came downstairs and took the coffee from her husband, Carsten Johnson.

"Vanessa?"

"It's not. I mean Scar~"

"You don't know how high Scar's vision is, but I'd rather believe that Vanessa is in love than that she's in love. How old is Scar? ”

"When I was thirteen, I was in love twice."

"Oh~ dear, you never told me about your love history. How many am I? "Carsten Johnson looked hurt.

Melanie leaned over and gave her husband a fragrant kiss, "You're the only one." ”

"Oh~ Mom, you two are really numb!" Scarlett Johansson walked downstairs and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mom! I'm here, so, not in a very good mood, the one that started last month, you know. So, today's performance ......"

"Oh~ I understand, I understand." Melanie suddenly realized that she had really forgotten that Scarlett's menarche had started last month.

"What are you two talking about?" Carsten was confused.

Melanie walked over and smiled and put her arms around Scarlett's shoulders, "A whisper between mother and daughter." ”

Carsten immediately shouted to his two sons in front of the television, "Adrian, Hunter, come to Daddy, and we'll talk about the whispers between father and son." ”

Melanie gave Carsten a blank look, while Adrian and Hunter ignored Carsten's call. (To be continued......)