Kate leaned in her arms and kept sobbing. Although she didn't answer, she had already explained the problem. The little girl sighed. In her previous life, she knew that she had been sinking for a long time because of her father's death. Mr. Beckinsale seemed to be in good spirits, how could he just die? (Note)
Angela wanted to ask what was going on, but Kate in her arms was crying so sadly, she really couldn't say anything, she just kept comforting her, and at the same time, complicated emotions surged in her heart, that in the past life she had also sunk like Kate. Days flashed by in my head.
Finally, Kate stopped crying and sat back on the sofa. Angela hurriedly went to the bathroom to find a clean towel and handed it to her.
"Thank you." Kate said in a low voice, then leaned back on the sofa and put the whole towel on her face. After a long sigh, she wiped her face with the towel, and then straightened her body with a tinge of red. His eyes turned to the little girl standing beside him, they looked at each other for a moment, and then said together, "I'm sorry." The unison made them both startled, and then they both laughed softly.
"I'm sorry, Angie, I shouldn't have yelled at you." Kate said softly, covering her forehead. She looked much better now, at least with blood on her face.
"It should be me who said sorry, Kate, I didn't know Mr. Richard had..." The little girl shrugged, not saying it completely.
Kate was silent for a moment, wiped the tears from her eyes again, and shook her head gently: "It doesn't matter, I'm just... I'm just..." She raised her head, trying to force a smile, but it looked more like is in pain.
"No one tells me I love you when I'm good night, no one improvises for me when I'm happy, no one puts me on their shoulders to play on set..." Kate lowered her head and inserted her slender fingers into With a choked voice in his hair, he began to get excited again.
Angela sighed and took her head into her arms again. She knew that she and her mother were the only two in Kate's family. Of course, she had to show a strong face in front of her mother and comfort her mother to listen to her mother's words. , but who will let her rely on to listen to her talk
The little girl stroked her short hair and listened to her talking about her father on and off. She felt really sad. If she didn't write to her for two months, then Mr. Li Cha had passed away for at least half a month. , you can imagine what life she has spent in the past two weeks. Some things are always lost before they know how to cherish them, just like at that time... When she came back to her senses, Kate stopped talking and leaned in her arms. Fell asleep.
God damn it, why is it that I'm always more of a sister when the two of us are together in private. The little girl rolled her eyes, she is 7 years older than me, okay! Angela sighed and gently placed her on the sofa, then found pillows and blankets to cover her.
She slept soundly, breathed evenly, her beautiful face was covered with haggard, the little girl brushed her short hair lightly, and now Kate Beckinsale is 18 years old, and her delicate facial features are already vague With the kind of temperament and charm in the future, she used to like her movies very much in her previous life. Looking at the sleeping Kate, the idea of mischief filled her heart, Angela didn't think much, leaned over and kissed her lips gently.
After the kiss, the little girl turned her body over and immediately covered her face. Her little face was burning hot. If it was said that she had kissed Jessica early this morning because she had played too much, what happened now? Yes, I like her and I have lust for her, but that was before! I am a girl now! It's a girl!
Angela patted her face repeatedly, took deep breaths, and finally calmed down. She didn't dare to look at Kate who was sleeping. She stood up and found an apron to wrap herself around. She found a towel clumsily to cover her head. Then start cleaning the room.
Because Kate was sleeping, Angela tried not to make any noise when tidying up the room, so not only did she spend more time and energy, but it was not until dusk that she managed to tidy up the messy room, and sunlight was rare. Revealed from the thick clouds of London, spilling through the windows in a swathe of gold.
The little girl let out a sigh of relief, stood up straight and stretched out a big lazy waist. For a while, her back was sore and her legs hurt. This kind of light labor was nothing in her previous life, and she was a lot more squeamish when she became a girl. Angela clapped her hands, as if she felt something, and turned to look. Kate, who was lying on the sofa, had opened her eyes and was looking at her without moving.
"Hey, dear, are you going to just lie there and watch me do things." The little girl tilted her head and said dissatisfiedly with her hands on her hips.
Kate slowly supported her body and smiled softly at her: "Thank you, Angie."
"Okay, Kate," Angela pulled down the towel over her head, tossed her hair, stepped forward and lowered her body against her forehead, and said softly, "Don't do this again, Mr. Richard You certainly don't want that in heaven."
"Yes, I know, thank you, Angie, thank you." Kate suddenly hugged the little girl in her arms, rested her head lightly on her shoulder, closed her eyes and murmured.
The little girl patted her vest comfortingly. She seemed calm, but her heart was full of false fire. She and Kate were so close together that she could fully feel the bumpy body that was only separated by a shirt. .
Damn, what's wrong with me, the little girl who tried her best to suppress her shortness of breath gritted her teeth and thought, this has never happened before when doing intimate actions, could it be... could it be... could it be that she has started to develop? Heck, even if the hormones start to increase, it should be for men... no no no! Absolutely not, that's fine! That's it!
Kate, who found that the little girl was a little restless, hurriedly separated from her and looked at her carefully. Angela's face was slightly flushed, and she seemed a little afraid to look at herself.
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?" Kate asked strangely.
"No, it's nothing, I'm fine." After all, she is "forty", Angela quickly returned to normal, and then changed the subject: "I told you many times, Kate, you keep your hair It looks better if it's longer."
Kate pulled her short hair and sighed, "I see."
The little girl scratched her head and asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"
Kate was stunned for a moment, then shook her head with a chuckle: "Why are you asking me this question?"
"I want to know how your sex life is." Angela made a face to hide her guilty conscience.
"Damn it! I don't need to worry about your sex life as an 11-year-old kid!" Kate immediately blushed and said with a fist, not noticing the little girl's expression, she thought Angela wanted to use this topic to divert her attention, gratitude and embarrassment.
Angela was even more puzzled, remembering that Kate had a cohabiting boyfriend before she went to Hollywood, the one who played the werewolf leader Lucian in "Underworld"... Yes, the guy named Mike Sheen, Kate was still in 1999 for This guy gave birth to a daughter, but in the past few years, she and Kate have met at least two or three times a year, and they have never seen her have a boyfriend. Could it be that this little butterfly has caused some kind of storm to fan this guy? Gone? But even so, if you think about it carefully, you will find that Kate has almost no male friends, which is very strange now, aren't Western women very open? Although she was puzzled, Angela suddenly felt as if she had put down something and relaxed.
At this moment, the stomachs of the two of them groaned at the same time, and Kate and Angela looked at each other and laughed together.
"Okay, miss, when I change clothes and wash my hair, we'll go out to eat." Kate rubbed the little girl's head with a smile, got up and walked into the back room.
"I think there's still more than half a piece of pizza in the refrigerator. Why don't you heat it up in the microwave later." Angela asked while sorting out her clothes.
"If you want to spend the night at Marston Hospital tonight, I have no objection, but please don't count me." Kate's voice came from the back room.
"Oh, God, how long have you put it on!" Angela frowned and reached out to fan in front of her, so she had to forget.
Although it takes a long time for women to change clothes, Kate didn't make the little girl wait long. She wiped her hair and walked out soon. The white long-sleeved T-shirt was very decent, and the women's jeans perfectly showed her slender legs. It would be perfect if she added a pair of women's short-heeled sandals. Unfortunately, perhaps because of the influence of the little guy, she was wearing white running shoes, which matched her short hair like a wild boy.
"By the way, why did you come back to London? It's not summer vacation yet." Kate suddenly asked.
"Well..." Angela thought for a while, but decided to tell the truth, "I'm coming to London to make a movie."
Kate was stunned when she heard the words "making a movie", but then recovered, and asked in surprise, "Making a movie?"
"Of course," the little guy shrugged, and then added: "My agent is below, you can ask him if you don't believe me."
Kate took a few seconds to digest the news, then asked a string of questions:
"How did you come up with the idea of making a movie?"
"Mr. Jared agrees with you to make a movie?"
"Don't you run out of it like you did before?!"
"Okay, Kate!" Angela rolled her eyes cutely, "I already said that, my agent is down below, you can ask her if you have any questions."
After a pause, she saw that her face was still filled with doubt, so she said, "Well, Kate, let's go to dinner now, and I'll explain it to you tonight, OK?"
Note: The death of Kate Beckinsale’s father is different from the real world. In the future, if it is not a problem that may subvert the entire structure of the novel, this book shall prevail.