"Do you have anything to do with me, Grandpa?" Angela asked with a smile after curtseying deliberately.
"It's nothing, it's just that I haven't chatted with you for a long time." The old man in front of the bookcase turned around, walked to the bench with a smile and sat down, then patted the armrest of the sofa beside him: "Don't stand there, come and sit. "
Following him, he said jokingly: "Or are you not used to chatting with an old man like me?"
"How could that be." Angela said hurriedly, took a few steps over and sat on the sofa, then wrapped her arms around her, frowning and pursing her lips as she looked at her grandfather, who seemed to be angry at what she said just now.
"Okay, just talking." The old man laughed, and then pointed to the black tea in front of her, "I asked Mrs. Edith to make it for you specially, try it, see how well her craftsmanship is, has she forgotten you? taste."
Angela nodded, put the cup terminal to her mouth and took a small sip. She closed her eyes and pondered, and then praised: "As always, fresh and mellow, Mrs. Edith's craftsmanship is always so good, but..."
She opened her eyes and put down the cup: "I'm used to drinking the black tea Annie made for me now, and although she's still a long way from Mrs. Edith's craft, she knows what I need when I need it. If I'm in a good mood and resting When she is at work, the black tea she brings will be more mellow: if it is at work or busy, the black tea will be a bit more astringent."
"Annie is an excellent housekeeper," my grandfather nodded. "The teacher who taught her has praised her more than once."
Speaking of this, the old man suddenly couldn't help sighing: "This is life, and some things are worth nostalgic and will be replaced by more suitable ones. What people need is not the best but the most suitable."
"Why... did you say this all of a sudden?" Angela blinked.
"Probably thinking of your mother. Mary used to like Mrs. Edith's black tea very much, but..." Grandpa suddenly picked up the cane and pestled the floor, and said with a sigh, "When you get old, you always like to be nostalgic."
"It's true." Angela, who felt something, murmured.
"What did you say?" Grandpa didn't seem to hear clearly.
"Oh, nothing," Angela immediately smiled and gestured, "I want to say, no matter what, mother is your daughter; and I, also your granddaughter, this will not change. Even if I grow up Because I'm busy with my own business, and there are Willie and Ike and other children, so there's no need to be so... sad."
"Okay, okay, you can still talk like this, Chris." Grandpa laughed heartily.
The topic was thrown away, and the old and the young talked about other things, like the recent life of Grandpa—essentially complaining that Steward Gerald didn't allow him to do this and that—or Angela's movies and many more.
"By the way, Chris," after a few words about "The Queen" and the Oscars at the beginning of the year, the grandfather asked casually, "if someone proposes to grant you the title of baron in the House of Lords, you will accept it. ?"
"Wow, this is really worth... Wait, grandpa, you mean—the title of baron?!" Angela wanted to tease a few words, but after she reacted, she opened her mouth and looked at the old man with incredible eyes.
"Yes, is there any problem?" Grandpa's tone was very relaxed, as if this were a normal thing.
"This..." Angela didn't know what to say for a while. The title of baron is not just a symbolic title like the bad street, which is described by the public as a knight that money can buy.
Although the baron is the lowest rank in the official title, and there are also countless, but after all, it is a noble in the true sense, and it is completely different from the concept of a knight. If you want to confer such a formal aristocratic title on a person, it is impossible unless the person comes from a family, like those aristocratic members of the House of Lords are basically hereditary.
Of course, ordinary people can be conferred the title of nobility as long as they have made great contributions to the country, but if the credit is so great that they should be ennobled, at least it starts with the earl. So the title of baron is actually prepared for those descendants of nobles who have a little credit.
If it is strictly calculated, Angela does not have this qualification. But she is not completely lacking, that is to say, between what can and can't, just relax the boundaries.
It is also a simple matter to relax the boundaries. The British House of Lords is also commonly known as the House of Lords. The members are basically hereditary and have noble titles. Although after several reforms, civilian members have entered the House of Lords, but their numbers still occupy advantage. There are not many British aristocrats who own their own properties like their grandfather. Many aristocratic members with titles also work part-time. The reason why the attendance rate of the House of Lords meetings is very high is mainly because many members are directed at each meeting. of dozens of pounds allowance. Therefore, it is absolutely no problem to pass this bill with just a little means, and besides, many noble members have a good relationship with their grandfathers.
In this way, accepting a baronial title seems like a good choice, and if granted a baronial title, her influence will increase again. However, unexpectedly, she shook her head after thinking for a long time: "Forget it, grandpa."
"Why?" Grandpa raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Can you tell me the reason?"
"I think... I'm not suitable for the title of baron." Angela replied somewhat unnaturally after thinking about it.
"Not suitable?" Grandpa repeated calmly, "This excuse will not convince anyone, Chris."
"Well... this..." Angela scratched her head with a wry smile, and for a while she really didn't know what excuse to use.
With the listing of Google last month, she has already placed the last piece on the chessboard. As long as she perfectly edits "The Diary of Rabe", everything will be a matter of course, and there is no shortage of this. Influence. More importantly, she noticed the figure of Elizabeth II from it - if she accepts this title, she is qualified to be on the family tree in a sense, then she is naturally the best candidate for the prospective princess.
Then, if one day, the canonized baroness and the last branch of the royal family, who refused the marriage contract, was still the most suitable candidate for the princess in the hearts of the people and suddenly announced that she had come out of the closet! What will happen next
"Sorry, Grandpa, there are some things I can't tell you right now, can you give me a year?" Angela finally said to Grandpa with a wry smile, she really couldn't find any suitable excuse.
"It seems that this matter has caused you a lot of trouble?" Grandpa asked thoughtfully.
"Yes, I don't know how to tell the people around me." Angela nodded. For a few seconds, she wanted to confess to her father-in-law, but she still swallowed the words when she thought about what she was doing. went back.
"Can you reveal a little bit?" the old man continued to ask.
"I'm really sorry, Grandpa," Angela spread her hands helplessly, "I promise, I will give you an answer this time next year, and then you will understand why I can't agree."
After pondering for a while, the old man nodded: "Okay, I see."
Angela, who was slightly relieved, immediately stood up: "Then, I'll go back to the room first, Grandpa."
After saying goodbye to her grandfather and returning to her room, Angela breathed a sigh of relief again, and fell on the soft bed not wanting to do anything. Grandpa probably also noticed something, and he didn't know what he was thinking. However, she has repeatedly expressed that she does not like others to interfere in her life, and she refused William's invitation just two days ago, so her grandfather should not say much.
Aside from these chaotic things, Angela turned over lazily and sat up again, but whether she sat in front of the open computer, the piano or the easel, she was not interested in doing things.
"Damn..." She murmured with her hands in her hair, although the rest and the company of her family during this period of time made her feel much better and no longer bothered by those terrible episodes. But everything about "Rabe's Diary" still occupies his head. The key now lies in post-production. If the previous level cannot be maintained, all efforts will be in vain.
Although she also knows that this is a bit unfounded, last year's overhauled "Queen" has proved it well, and she has indeed learned a lot by copying those works.
It's just that all the pressure is concentrated on this, and it should be normal to have trouble sleeping and eating, especially...
There was a knock on the door, and Angela turned her head: "Come in, the door is not locked."
"Hi, Angie." Xia Xia's little face stretched out from behind the door, and she smiled shyly after noticing Angela's gaze.
"Why didn't you go to play with them, but came to me instead?" Angela was a little strange, she stood up and walked in front of her to take a closer look, "I heard that Director Columbus said that he announced on the set that you can wear other You almost cheered when you got dressed, is there something wrong with Hogwarts uniforms?"
"Of course not, but wearing any clothes for a long time will cause aesthetic fatigue, isn't it?" Xia Xia shrugged with a smile, "I finally bought a few pairs of Armani jeans that you once endorsed, and wanted to wear them for a long time. Try it."
"Okay, use me as a shield." Angela said teasingly.
"Okay, if you like it, I'll wear this in front of you in the future." The little guy pulled up the corner of his robe and shook it, with an expression of "whatever you say", Angela endured He couldn't stop laughing.
"Ha, are you happy now?" Xia Xia immediately clapped her hands happily, seeing that Angela was a little inexplicable, and hurriedly explained: "Lulu and the others said that you have been very unhappy since you returned to the UK, so I think Make you happy."
Angela stared blankly at the little girl, and after a long time she showed a gentle smile: "Don't worry, it's no big deal. It was really uncomfortable before because of making new movies, but it's much better now."
"Really?" Xia Xia asked suspiciously with her hands on her hips.
"I don't think I'm going to lie about this, right?" Angela crossed her arms, leaned over to her and stared at her.
The little girl rolled her eyes, suddenly stretched her arms around Angela's arm, and then stood on tiptoe and kissed Angela's lips.
This sudden attack made Angela completely unresponsive, and it was easy for the opponent to break through the teeth.
Xia Xia let go of her hands that were wrapped around Angela's neck after a long sizzling sound, her blushing little face rolled around, and she gently touched her wet lips with her fingers before she said softly: "Angela The kiss was great."
Angela, who was also blushing, still kept her previous leaning posture and stared blankly at the little girl until she deliberately waved her hand in front of her before she suddenly picked her up and pressed her on the bed to kiss her. lips.
After a few whines, Xia Xia unconsciously clamped Angela's waist with her legs, and then wrapped her neck again to meet her. There was another lingering moment, and the four lips finally separated again. Just as the hands soothing Xia Xia's petite body wanted to take further action, the little girl panted and said, "Wait... Clothes... The clothes are wrinkled..."
Angela's body trembled slightly, and she suddenly woke up. After maintaining her posture to calm her desire, she sat up silently. The shy Xia Xia then sat up, and also quietly sorted her clothes and got out of bed.
"Angie... I... I'm going out first..." the little girl said Ai Ai regularly, and she didn't say anything except a little embarrassed.
"Well, I still have to... do my thing." Angela whispered, and she couldn't help but sigh with a wry smile after seeing Xia Xia leave. Xia Xia seemed to just take this as a special experience, really make people…
Two days later, the Harry Potter series of
The third film premiered in the UK again, and many stars attended the premiere, including Angela, who stayed in the UK and made her first public appearance since returning to the UK. The reporters who finally seized the opportunity naturally targeted her, but it was a pity that Angela never answered questions about the new movie.
"Are you not answering these questions because of a guilty conscience?" a reporter shouted, even though he was glared at by the nearby fans, his face remained unchanged. The "Sun" press card on his chest explained everything very well.
"I'm sorry, this is the premiere of "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban", not the premiere of my movie." Angela said this after being annoyed by the question. Just walked to the theater.
She didn't have to worry about what the other party would write to cheer her up. After a few losses, the other party had learned to behave. Moreover, although Angela is famous and rich, she has a lot of influence and appeal in the public, which makes the "Sun", which claims to be a public representative but dare not dig into the scandal, sometimes feels at a loss.
Don't take them to heart, the hapless reporter is probably being driven away by the complaints of his peers. Angela shrugged imperceptibly and focused on the premiere. There is no difference between this time and the previous two, or all the premieres are similar, but Director Columbus directed the "Harry Potter" series for the last time. After that, neither his state nor his style is suitable for directing again. Therefore, there are the most people around him, and Angela naturally has to go over and say a few words.
"It's such a shame," Rowling told her. "Chris is a very good director."
"If you feel regretful, you can completely overhaul the latter two. I promise to convince McKinley and them to cooperate with Director Columbus's schedule." Angela said sarcastically.
"You know, that's impossible." Rowling shrugged, "How about you direct?"
"I thought I made it clear." Angela raised her eyebrows.
"Then find a suitable director." Magic Mama is simply taking advance as retreat.
"I think it's better to leave the selection of directors to McKinley or Ed and the others." Angela didn't leave any room for grinning.
Soon the movie began to play. Compared with Angela's memory, Columbus's version of "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban" is not only much brighter and less thrilling in tone, but also shows the suspense just right. It's just that the portrayal of growing boys and girls is not very good. But then again, no one can tell what a growing teenager looks like. There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people, right? Maybe some people don't resonate when they see it, but some people think it's good to see it. In short, it is the most stupid behavior to die.
After almost having a basic judgment, Angela got up and walked out of the screening room, then went to the lounge upstairs. Although she has been relaxed for almost half a month, and basically has a rough plan for the later stage, the anxiety is still bothering her.
If the movie is to be released in time for the end of the year, then the later stage will start at the beginning of August at the latest, but if this emotion is not driven out, it will only ruin her previous efforts.
"What are you doing here, Angie?" the voice came from behind.
Angela hurriedly turned around, but it was not the person she imagined who came in from outside.
"I should ask you this, Xia Xia?" Angela sat down on the sofa and sighed with one hand on her cheek.
"I saw you left halfway, thinking something happened, so I followed." The little girl curled her lips.
"Okay, it's okay, I just want to... take a rest." Angela waved her hand, but she was obviously absent-minded.
Xia Xia turned her head to look at her for a long time, then suddenly came over and straddled her thigh intentionally or unintentionally, and followed the pestle in front of her: "Is it because I'm still in a bad mood? Didn't you say it's all right? "
Angela was stunned, the two were so close that they were almost face to face, and they could feel each other's breath. It was probably because he realized that his actions were a little too ambiguous, Xia Xia's face suddenly turned red, and the twisted appearance had a different kind of temptation, and what was even worse was that the little buttocks riding on Angela's thighs were also uneasy. twisted up.
The seductive appearance of the little girl in the manor two days ago flashed in her mind, Angela, who had been sullen all the time, raised her chin without thinking, and kissed her tender lips.