The sun in May is bright and bright, and the streets of Los Angeles are about to enter the midsummer. There are already men and women dressed in simple clothes. Even Angela has put on summer clothes. Of course, even in summer clothes, she only wears sleeveless and considerate shirts. Knee shorts, as for skirts, no matter the length, it’s okay, and I’m even more grateful for the shorts that only reach the bottom of the thighs. That’s too bad. What’s the difference between dangling outside in panties
So sometimes she doesn't like summer much, especially this summer! Because she can't go swimming with Jessica this year - it has nothing to do with the paparazzi and the tabloids, even though she just finished a visit with the "Forrest Gump" crew, there are so many people on the beach, use a little trick and dress up, You can get rid of them, as she did last year, but this year... not.
As for the reason, it is very simple and ridiculous. With so many girls in the United States, she is probably the only one who will raise such a thing as accidentally dew while swimming to the height of shame in life!
In short, this is what Angela meant. She never thought that in just one year, she would start to bulge completely. Obviously, her previous curse on her poor chest and small butt and bucket waist had been completely ignored by God. Well, she can accept her female identity, and she can accept the fact that she is about to be a beautiful woman, but it doesn't mean that she can show her body to others, especially some interesting people! So she had to give up dating Jessica, of course, she could have invited her to a private beach in Malibu, but it was too deserted and easier for the paparazzi to take advantage of, so…
There was a clatter. The girl jumped into the water, and then got out with a splash of water. She took turns paddling her arms and swam forward, like a mermaid. She swam to the other side in half a minute, and her technique was not bad.
He took a breath at the edge of the pool and rested. Angela pulled the handrail and took the water spray and walked up from the swimming pool. The breeze came out and she only felt cold all over her body. The sun was also hiding in the clouds at this time.
"It's better to swim in the swimming pool inside." The girl muttered, she originally planned to swim in the swimming pool set up in the room, but now the weather is not at the hottest time, and the room is very ventilated, she is afraid I caught a cold, so I ended up going outside, but now it seems to be the same inside and out. Make her a little depressed.
Another point is that, if inside, maybe try swimming in a bikini, but outside—even in her own open-air swimming pool—she wouldn't wear it anyway.
"Hi. Honey, the guests are coming soon." Jennifer came to the pool at this time.
"Is that the important guest that Mom and Dad said?" Angela asked, wiping her hair.
"Yes. So... you have to get dressed and come to the living room in a minute. Chris." The housekeeper said with a smile. "Mr. Frank is already waiting for you in the living room."
"Uncle is here too? Okay. Where is the important guest? Why didn't everyone who knows tell me?" the girl asked dissatisfied. But Jennifer still smiled and didn't answer.
"OK. I knew it would be like this. I'll be right there. Okay?" Angela sighed. Wrapped in a towel, he quickly entered the house. After taking off his swimsuit, he simply rushed in the bathroom, put on his clothes, and hurried downstairs.
"Hi. Uncle Frank," the girl greeted from a distance. "You look busy."
"It's the weekend, the day off. Honey, do you want me to work like a robot?" Frank said teasingly, turning his head.
"It would be great if someone could think like you." Angela sighed. It is self-evident who it refers to. But her attention was quickly drawn to the little guy in Frank's arms. A cute little chubby girl with short brown hair who is not Emma Roberts.
"It's no wonder you're so leisurely, so you've started to be a dad again. It looks like you're very happy." The girl said, and without waiting for Frank to object, she snatched the little guy from him.
"Hehe, Chris, be gentle, Lulu is only two years old." Frank shouted hurriedly.
"I know, you have to believe that my actions must be gentler than yours, uncle." Angela said with a smile, as if to cooperate with her words, and the little guy she was holding giggled.
"Okay, okay, you are always welcomed by children." Uncle shrugged helplessly.
"You're jealous," the girl said proudly, sitting down on the sofa with the little guy in her arms, "Tell me honestly, when did Sister Julia entrust Lulu to you again?"
"When the misunderstanding is cleared up." Frank raised his eyebrows, "Julie trusts me a lot."
"Really, then who made you regain your trust?" Angela pinched Lulu's round face and said hehe, so Frank immediately changed his eyes and looked outside the house: "The weather is nice today."
"It's an old-fashioned excuse." The girl rolled her eyes, and Lulu, who was lying on top of her, tried her best to stand up, trying her best to bring her mouth to her face.
"Okay, okay, I said it a long time ago, as long as the child calls the name Emma, he likes to bite me, and this fact has not changed until now." Angela is too lazy to dodge, and still relies on the little guy to use his mouth Dab the saliva on her face.
"You mean Ms. Emma Thompson?" Frank asked solemnly.
"Uncle Cameon, you should comfort me at this time instead of making sarcastic words!" The girl frowned.
"I just want to make sure." My uncle spread his hands and wanted to continue to pretend to be serious, but after seeing Angela's drooling face, he finally couldn't help laughing.
"You're very gloating." Angela snorted and simply changed Lulu's position in her arms, then opened her mouth and bit her cheek.
"Okay, so what do you want me to say, you are very childish? I said it just now." The smile on Frank's face deepened. If Miss Emma Roberts is only two years old, she still doesn't understand anything. , but Miss Emma Watson is more than 3 years old, but she still likes to drill around in Angela's arms and kiss her on the cheek. During the New Year's Day in London, she will pester the girl as long as she meets. .
"Obviously, in their eyes, I am a great piece of cheese bread." Angela said mockingly, and was about to return Lulu in her arms to her uncle, but the other party grabbed her and refused to let go.
When they were in a dilemma, the two maids came in from the door with the two little guys in their arms. The little guys who were almost one year old all stared at Angela with round eyes, and then babbled unhappily. She screamed, as if she was very dissatisfied with the girl holding someone else, and Lulu in Angela's arms also seemed to feel something, looked around vigilantly, and held the girl's hand even tighter, making Angela wonder whether to laugh or cry.
Fortunately, at this time, Jennifer came in: "Okay, they have already arrived at the door."
The two maids hurriedly put the little guys into the stroller, and pushed them to the door. The girl also took the opportunity to exchange her with her uncle when Lulu realized that the threat had disappeared, and then ran out. .
At the door, the RV drove far away, bypassed the fountain and parked at the door of the house, and then Jennifer stepped forward and opened the door: "Welcome here."
The first to come out was Elena, and the people who followed, let Angela's eyes and mouth open at the same time, and it turned out to be grandpa and grandma far away in New York!
"God, am I dreaming?" Angela covered her mouth and looked at the two old people in surprise. To be honest, in her memory, they really seldom came to Los Angeles. Grandma would come once in a while, but Grandpa would come here once in a while. Except when she was born, she hasn't been in Los Angeles for so many years, of course, the reason for this...
"Why, my good granddaughter doesn't know me anymore?" Grandpa said jokingly.
"No, I'm just..." Angela gestured at a loss, trying to express her feelings, but in the end she rushed over and hugged Grandpa, "I'm so glad you can come here!"
"Well, you've grown taller than you were at Christmas. Maybe I'll reach out and touch your head in a while." The old man patted her head lovingly.
"It doesn't matter, I'll squat down and let you feel it." Angela said with a smile, and then hugged her grandma again: "I love you, grandma."
"Me too, dear." Grandma smiled and kissed her cheek.
"Okay, Chris, let the grandparents in first, they just got off the plane, they need to rest!" Elena told Jennifer a few words, and then said to the girl who was pestering the two old people.
"Okay, okay, I'll take my grandparents in now!" Angela nodded sharply, and walked into the living room with the two old men in one arm.
"Hello, Mr. Kleist, and Mrs. Jane." Frank, who was waiting at the door, nodded to the old man with a smile on his face. Although he was holding Lulu, his temperament was still comfortable, completely different from usual. Cynical look.
"Hello, Frank." The two old men nodded together, and then the grandfather looked at the girl in his arms and asked a little surprised, "Is this your child?"
"Oh, no, it should be exactly..." Frank was thinking about how to explain, and then Angela next to him had already said: "Of course it won't be his, but maybe it will be soon - as a stepdaughter."
Facing the doubtful eyes of the old man, Frank showed a wry smile: "This is a long story. Let's go to the living room, sit down and talk slowly."
As he said that, he glared at the girl secretly, while Angela gave a nonchalant look, and then pondered a question: why did grandparents come to Los Angeles at this time