"It's snowing again." Natalie couldn't help being a little ecstatic as she leaned on her arms and looked at the snowflakes floating outside through the gap in the curtain.
"Isn't it normal for it to snow in New York?" Angela leaned over from behind and sniffed Natalie's hair, kissing back and forth on her smooth neck and delicate little earlobes, and her hands under the quilt were also exquisite and delicate. He soothed him, "Besides, you're not me, you know, it's the first time I've stayed in a place where it snows heavily in winter for months in a row."
"Hey, I just sighed." Natalie pouted, then frowned again, "Your hand."
"What's wrong with my hand?" Angela asked pretending to be crazy, but she didn't mean to stop.
"You think your hand should be on top of yourself," Natalie turned back and glared at Angela, "you know that yours is bigger than mine, so it definitely feels better than mine!"
"It seems so," Angela nodded solemnly, and then pretended to be innocent and blinked at Natalie: "What about the next thing? Isn't that masturbation?"
"You!" Natalie glared at Angela and suddenly turned around and grabbed her in front of her chest. Angela, who had been prepared for a long time, would not let her succeed, so the bed began to laugh and laugh, and the final result was that the original intimate The two beautiful carcasses stuck together are now more closely intertwined.
"I never thought that you could make this kind of movie now." Natalie hugged Angela from behind after the frolic, playing with her plump like she did on herself at first, but The tone in his mouth has an indescribable taste, "Whether it's the MTV-style "Lola Run" or the black comedy "Snatch", I can read what you want to say through the picture. , even the slightly heavy theme of Memento still has bright colors, but American Beauty really left me at a loss. Remember I told you before, sometimes I feel like I already know you well , but sometimes I feel that I don't know you at all, which makes me very confused."
Angela bit her lip and listened to Natalie's words silently, she could only smile bitterly in her heart.
"Okay, Nat, do you know how you make me feel?" Angela turned around and hugged Natalie with a smile after a long while, kissing her on the forehead, "You have become a fan of my movies!"
"Huh?" Natalie blinked in confusion.
"When I first discussed the script of The Matrix with Ridley, I told him that when some fans like a movie, they can read countless connotations from it, and some even the director and creator Things I've never thought about." Angela smiled and scratched Natalie's little nose, "Trust me, sometimes the directors don't think too deeply about certain things when they discuss the movie, just like me Like answering a reporter's question last night, we're just putting together some ubiquitous phenomena in a clever way to resonate with the audience."
"I think it's not just this..." Natalie watched what she wanted to say, but before she could speak, Angela rolled over and pressed her down, then smiled and kissed her lips: "Stop discussing this, Still doing good things on such a good morning."
"Okay, Angie, it's not like we didn't do it last night." Natalie's face suddenly flushed.
"So what, we did it last month, don't we want to do it again?" Angela said rascally, her hands began to be dishonest again, Natalie dodged and wanted to fight, but in this small bed Such resistance is doomed to be pointless.
However, Angela's "bestiality" was doomed to fail. Just when the weak Natalie was at her mercy, four long and three short knocks suddenly sounded on the door.
"Oh, damn it, I forgot the time." Angela sat up depressed, looking at Natalie, who was slightly panting with blindfolded eyes, she couldn't help but leaned over and kissed her chest before hurrying. After getting out of bed and covering her with the quilt, she put on her pajamas two or three times and went to the door and opened it.
"Watch the time, Angie," Annie, who was standing outside the door, looked around and reminded in a low voice, "You can't let me wake you up every day. This is New York, not Boston, so be careful?"
"I'm sorry, Annie, we'll come down soon, I promise." Angela said soothingly.
"Okay, as soon as possible, in short, don't linger," Annie nodded helplessly, "Besides, Mr. Brian and Mr. Vincent are here."
"Really? It's rare." Angela murmured and closed the door, and before Natalie, who sat up angrily, hadn't fully recovered herself, she kissed her firmly on the cheek, and then threw it on the pillow. Before coming over, he grabbed his clothes and fled into the bathroom.
After spending half an hour washing and grooming, Angela and Natalie walked downstairs, and when they arrived in the living room, Brian had already stood up and opened his arms with a smile: "Hey, look, my dear little angel It's finally down."
"If possible, can you stop using the word 'little' in the future, godfather?" Angela reluctantly hugged her godfather. Although she knew it was futile, she still wanted to correct the other's wording habits as much as possible.
"This is really sad, Chrissy, isn't my beautiful and lovely little Angela no longer a little Angela in front of me when she grows up?" The godfather sighed, and Angela could only roll his eyes and talk to him. Her Uncle Vincent hugs again.
"It's rare. You must know that most of the time, my parents and I go to see you at Christmas or New Year's. I didn't expect you to come to grandpa's house so proactively today. Could it be that the sun is coming out from the west today?" After Natalie politely greeted the two, Angela said sarcastically.
"See, Vince, our smart and beautiful Chris with high IQ and high emotional intelligence likes to selectively ignore some things and use this as an argument to prove their correctness!" Brian shook his head and patted it. Tap Vincent on the shoulder.
"Okay, Bly," Vincent interrupted his pretense with a smile, then looked at Angela: "It's nothing, I'm here just to ask... You really don't plan to continue writing novels?"
"Please, Uncle Vince!" Angela, who was going to listen carefully, immediately clenched her fists, "Hasn't the "Harry Potter" series made enough money for you?"
"There are never too many good books. After being bundled with the game, even if the content of the novel is quite different from the game's plot, the sales of the novel have indeed increased a lot. Many readers hope that Mr. or Miss Blizzard will continue to write Azeroth. story." Vincent said seriously.
"Really?" Angela raised her eyebrows, "So the godfather was brought in by Uncle Vince to be a lobbyist?"
"Okay, Vince, stop joking with Chris," Brian acted as a good person this time, he put his legs down and sat up straight, "In fact, we didn't meet up together, but we happened to meet outside. Yes, we all wanted to come and see you, because we saw with our own eyes that the girl who grew up was so good."
Angela was stunned for a few seconds before exaggeratingly exclaimed: "So you came to my grandpa's house to see what's new?"
"We all just happened to see your latest director's movie in the cinema yesterday — we've seen every movie you've directed," Brian snapped his fingers on the arm of the sofa, "I bet you haven't. Read today's paper - well, I'm confused, my goddaughter just woke up."
This morning's white eyes had almost become a habit, Angela thought angrily, even so, she turned a blind eye to the godfather's teasing, jumped up from the sofa to find someone to bring today's newspaper, but this time grandma came out of the restaurant Came out: "Sorry gentlemen, I think my granddaughter and her friend should be in the restaurant now instead of chatting with you here, knowing she's up late."
"Grandma, don't be like this." Angela immediately grimaced, but grandma's next sentence immediately excited her again: "Then go to breakfast now, and I have already asked Thomas to take all the relevant newspapers. to the restaurant."
"Thank you, grandma." Angela happily hugged grandma, then dragged Natalie and ran into the dining room like a fly. After sitting on the chair, she ignored her breakfast and reached out to take all the newspapers to herself. Look in front of you.
"Mr. Brian is still so funny." After Angela picked up the top newspaper, Natalie pulled out the bottom one.
"Still? Still? Funny? That's because you didn't see him at work." Angela shrugged. The scene she peeped outside the godfather's office a few years ago is still vivid in her mind, cold and merciless. , Tough means and peacetime are completely two people.
As long as it is human, there will be two sides, including itself. Angela thought silently, and was quickly attracted by the content of the newspaper.
"...The abscesses are just squeezed out and then exposed naked in front of us. This is an unavoidable picture. This is the way it is: in constant work, we gradually lose the ability to discover beauty, and day by day changes Insensitive. Kevin Spacey once again proved his acting, whether when Leicester was drowning in stagnant water or when he was desperate to get Betty's favor, he could put this pathetic poor man Acting so vividly that everyone who may have had a little bit of the same experience can feel the same, and Lester finally understands what true beauty is, but he is redeemed and what about us? It must be mentioned here that the film's The director is Angela Mason, known as Hollywood's Miss Talent, who has been writing scripts since she was 11 years old and has been brilliant in every way. So far, she is only 18 years old... ”