The studio was not far from the studio, and Martin walked briskly, and when he entered the main entrance of the studio, he heard Mia and Sebastian arguing.

Sebastian asked, "Who was that guy last night?" It's not the first time I've seen you with him! Mia, please don't treat me as an underage child, the way you hold his arm is not an ordinary friend at all! ”

"Gross is a producer! I repeat, he's a producer! Mia erupted, her voice sharp: "I went to see him yesterday to discuss future cooperation!" I'm a screenwriter now, a screenwriter for a $60 million film project, and it's not normal for other producers to approach me? ”

Hearing these words, Sebastian calmed down a little and said in a low voice: "On the 30th of last month, you went to the Four Seasons Hotel with him; On the 6th, 14th, and 19th of this month, and yesterday, you accompanied him to the Four Seasons Hotel again, and stayed in it for more than three hours at a time! ”

Mia's face changed: "You don't believe me, you actually follow me!" ”

Sebastian said, "I'm just obsessed with music, not an idiot!" He sighed and wanted to redeem himself: "Mia, come back, when this project is completed, we will go to other places......"

"Are you crazy? Going somewhere else? Do you know how hard I've worked to get to where I am today? Mia thought of the life of a part-time waiter at Warner Studios, and then looked at the identity of the first screenwriter of the current crew, and said: "What you like is the down-and-down me in the past, but now I am not satisfied with my step by step success!" ”

Sebastian is a romantic musician and says, "I'd rather be like you were than see you look like you are!" ”

Mia said categorically: "You can't imprison my dreams in the name of love!" ”

Martin entered the studio just in time to hear the last words.

Many people in the crew are watching, and there will be no shortage of people eating melons.

If the quarrel continues, it will inevitably affect the work in the future.

Martin didn't make any comments on these two people, went straight over, and said, "Mia, Seba, have you quarreled enough?" ”

As early as 2005, Mia met Martin, and when she saw Martin coming, she bowed her head slightly: "I'm sorry. ”

Sebastian has also known Martin for several years and said: "It's all my fault, it's me who didn't control my emotions. ”

Martin looked at the two of them successively and said very seriously: "We are friends who have known each other for many years, and now we are colleagues working in the same crew, your private feelings and affairs, discuss them well after you go back, solve them as peacefully as possible, and don't affect your normal work, OK?" ”

Mia said, "I'm sorry, Martin. ”

Sebastian nodded: "I promise, there will be no next time." ”

Martin said, "Okay, go back, talk calmly, don't let others see the joke." ”

Mia glanced at Sebastian, put on her Hermes bag, and was the first to leave the studio.

Sebastian slipped his hands into his pockets and followed.

Later, Saoirse quietly walked over and gossiped in a low voice: "I'm right. ”

Martin glanced at her: "Don't talk nonsense, let's go." ”

The two came out of the studio and got into the battery car driven by Bruce together.

Saoirse said, "I asked Greta Gerwig to have dinner with us in the evening, this is a girls' party, I can't call you to come along." ”

Martin asked, "The female screenwriter you saw last time?" Disney Studios hired someone to adapt Beauty and the Beast? ”

"yes, she's already writing the script." Saoirse leaned closer and said, "I've read all the scripts that Greta wrote. ”

Martin said, "Looks like you're getting along well with her. ”

Saoirse wrinkled her nose: "I don't want to think about who taught me!" She waved her fist: "people, I'm a master!" Pull the relationship, I'm also a good hand! ”

Martin had known Saoirse for a long time, and he was a little different about her, and asked more: "Have you had an in-depth chat with her?" “

Saoirse lowered her fist and said, "I've talked a few times about Greta taking on the Beauty and the Beast project, just to make a name for herself and accumulate more seniority through it, and she's conceiving a story about a girl in Sacramento...... Oh, that's where Greta grew up, and she should want to write a script based on herself and then direct it into a movie. ”

Martin thought about it for a while, Greta Gerwig he was not familiar with, but Saoirse Ronan was quite impressive, and he couldn't help but think of the "Lady Bird".

"If you think Greta's story is good, you can refer her to my studio," he says. ”

Saoirse said very seriously, "I will!" Teacher, I assure you, only if you don't like Greta's story, she will look for another company. ”

Martin nodded with satisfaction, this student did not teach in vain, and knew what ways to repay the teacher.

Arriving at the parking lot, Saoirse drove away alone.

Martin and Bruce get on Escalade and prepare to return to Beverly Hills.

The car had just left Burbank when Martin received a call from Clara.

"Do you have time tonight?" Clara offered an invitation: "I would like to invite you to dinner and thank you for taking care of me during this time. ”

Martin looked outside and said, "I'll invite you, The Ritz-Carlton, Beverly Hills." ”

Clara immediately responded, "I'll be there at half-past seven." ”

Martin said: "I have a private room on the top floor of the hotel for a long time, and when you arrive and say hello to the front desk, someone will take you up." ”

"Okay." Clara smiled and said, "Martin, see you in two hours." ”

Martin put away his phone and said to Bruce, "Go to the Ritz-Carlton." “

Bruce turned around at the next intersection, glanced at the time on the car clock, and said, "Get you to the hotel, I'll take a trip to Venice Beach." ”

Martin asked, "The Kardashian sisters are here?" ”

"All four sisters are in Venice Beach," Bruce said. ”

Martin was deeply impressed and gave a thumbs up to Bruce: "Lao Bu, you are really a talent!" ”

"Don't get me wrong." Bruce defended: "I just ...... with Kim and Khloe"

Martin interrupted him: "You don't have to explain, I understand, I all understand, you Bruce is a good guy who takes care of other people's sisters. ”

Bruce gave Martin a middle finger: "Don't talk about me, you're so much better than me!" ”

Martin didn't make any quibbles, but said, "You can send whatever is in the trunk." ”

Bruce said, "I'm not going to be polite to you. ”

Escalade soon arrived in front of the Ritz-Carlton Hotel, where Martin got out of the car and took the elevator to the top floor.

The Ritz-Carlton has been renovated, the Presidential Suite on the top floor has been revised, Martin's private dining room has been added with a garden-like terrace with lots of greenery, a plunge pool, and a small glass-enclosed dining room near the terrace on the outer floor.

Dinner at the restaurant overlooking Beverly's busiest business district.

While Martin was ordering food, Bruce routinely checked the suite to make sure there was nothing wrong with the room before leaving the hotel and heading to the Kardashian sisters' appointment.

On the other side, Clara returned to the rented house, took a shower, carefully put on makeup, deliberately changed into a red dress, and drove off half an hour early.

The house she rented was just outside Beverly Hills, not far from the Ritz-Carlton.

Clara went downstairs and found that the wind was blowing.

Beverly Hills is not far from the sea, and the wind is a little stronger at night.

Clara pressed the corner of her skirt with one hand and covered her chest with the other, and got into the car and rushed to the hotel.

Arriving at the hotel, entering the underground parking lot, she called Martin and took the dedicated elevator to the top floor.

The butler who was waiting in front of the door asked, and when he opened the door, he told Clara to go directly to the restaurant on the floor.

It was getting dark, and the suites and terraces were all brightly lit.

Clara looked through the living room and through the glass curtain wall to see Martin sitting in the terrace dining room.

She walked quickly to the door of the living room to the terrace, and the moment she opened the door, she felt a night breeze blowing in her face.

The roof of a high-rise building built on Beverly Hills is windier than below.

On the other side of the door was Martin, who was sitting in the glass-enclosed dining room.

Clara took two steps forward, and the night wind suddenly became stronger, probably because of the location of the terrace, the wind blew from under her feet, blowing the hem of the red dress like an open red umbrella.

Under the red umbrella, there is naturally a white pole.

The long legs are shiny in the night light, and the white ones seem to be able to reflect the light.

Clara's first reaction was to press down with her hand, pressing down on the skirt directly in front of her, just like in a classic Marilyn Monroe photo.

Immediately, she noticed that Martin on the other side was looking at this side with interest.

Clara reacted immediately, loosened the skirt on her hand, hummed a dance song in her mouth, her arms danced slightly, and the high heels under her feet tread to the beat, and the whole person danced with the wind.

She has an excellent figure, dances well, and has a special shape, which looks like a visual enjoyment.

Martin sat back in the dining chair and watched Clara's dance, and there was always a special scene in the red dress.

Maybe there was too much playing, singing and dancing during the recent shoot, and Martin saw the beat of Clara's feet and suddenly remembered a very classic Internet song from his previous life.

He couldn't help humming in a low voice: "Red umbrella umbrella, white pole, lie down after eating......"

The evening breeze suddenly became lighter again, and Clara's red dress fell, and she straightened her dress and hair slightly, and walked into the restaurant with a charming smile.

Martin clapped his palms lightly: "It's a great dance, you can see that you are working the dance rehearsals." ”

Clara's mind spun quickly, she put down her purse and said, "I've got another dance in store." ”

Martin made a gesture of please.

Clara opens her pouch, takes out her phone, and clicks on the music player.

When the dance music sounded, she held her waist with her hands, twisting her waist and shaking her hips as if she had installed an engine, just like Martin's zombie machine gun dance.

Dinner was postponed, and on this terrace, in the night breeze of Los Angeles, Martin enjoyed the red umbrella and white pole.

(End of chapter)