Attack?

What confidence does she have?

Since the establishment of Hollywood, in addition to being Chinese-American directors, how many major domestic directors and stars have wanted to enter Hollywood one after another, and who has succeeded?

This emperor has only succeeded in a movie in China now, where does she have so much confidence that she can break into Hollywood?

This is tantamount to a fool's dream. *With* Dream *Small* Say .lā

She opened her mouth, but she couldn't say harsh words, only smiled slowly: "It's good to have self-confidence......

"It's not self-confidence."

Jun Ci approached her, even if she was wearing a mask, her eyes as bright as the moon seemed to have a bewitching whirlpool, which could easily pull people's thoughts into her eyes: "This is a fact." ”

It's a fact....

Four words, with unmistakable affirmation.

And there is absolute certainty.

Mu Baijun's smile froze.

The fists clenched slightly, where did this emperor come from?

"If you're saying that you're going to be able to make an American film in the future, maybe I'm ...... believe it."

"It's not like that, Miss Mu, if it were, I wouldn't come to tell you this nonsense, I currently have a script on hand that I changed to a genre work, I want to ask you to act, of course, I will pay a suitable remuneration, and there is a generous condition, if you star, I will push you into Hollywood in the future, in a very reasonable way."

She is good at seduction, and her low voice can easily hook people's letters.

Mu Baijun's lips moved slightly, and his heart was already shaking a little, as if he was about to say something, a voice had already come: "Mom......"

It's a pure English voice, a foreign boy.

Both of them turned their heads to see that a little boy with curly hair in a brown sweater had returned.

Mu Baijun's face rarely showed a truly gentle and doting smile, she didn't care about the Jun porcelain in front of her, and hurriedly ran over and patted the dust that didn't exist on the little boy's body: "Louis ......"

The little boy is about ten years old, and he is a typical mixed-race boy, but his facial features are very delicate and a little more Westernized, which is different from Jun Porcelain.

His gray eyes are a little deeper, his hair is golden, and there are a few freckles on his face, but it does not affect his overall good-lookingness.

He saw an outsider in the room, and looked at Jun Porcelain with defensiveness and curiosity.

Mu Baijun quietly introduced to him: "This is a friend of my mother. ”

She speaks English naturally and fluently, in the early years, Jun Ci still remembers some interviews with Mu Baijun, she also spoke English very stumblingly, and now she can get to this point, except for her husband is a foreigner, I am afraid that I have also worked hard, after all, no matter how I say it, there should be an accent, but Mu Baijun's pronunciation is already a pure foreign accent.

It is conceivable why she has to pay to such a point.

Louis was not afraid of life when he heard this, and waved his hand at Jun Ci quite naturally and generously: "Oh, hello, my name is Louis, I am eleven years old this year, what is your name?" ”

Mu Baijun thought that Jun Ci couldn't understand English, after all, although Louis said it was simple, but he said it quickly, but he heard Jun Ci looking at Louis with interest, and before she could speak, he said softly: "Ep." ”

“Ep？”

Louis's gray eyes were full of doubt: "This name is so strange. ”

Mu Baijun understood in an instant, and explained softly: "It's Your Majesty......"

Luis suddenly realized: "Wow, that's cool. ”