Turning the cup in her hand, Angela, who was sitting quietly in the corner, looked at the men and women dancing frantically on the dance floor, and a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes. Even so, she didn't get up and leave here, she still drank the wine in her glass sip by the loud music, watching all this with a cold eye.
"Hey, beautiful lady, don't you feel lonely drinking here alone?" A laughing voice came from the side, followed by a colorfully dressed guy who sat down in front of Angela. Thick foundation, heavy eye smoke, as if you just got out of a zombie movie.
Angela frowned slightly, pulled the brim of her peaked cap, and replied coldly, "I don't think so."
However, as if the other party didn't hear it, he smiled and said: "Usually, girls who don't think so are actually eager to communicate with others. It's nothing, everyone likes to say something wrong, but here It's too dishonest, you know this is the place for us to vent, why don't you let me..."
"Okay, sir, I just want to be alone." Angela said coldly.
"Oh, don't do this, beautiful lady, it will hurt a lot." The guy showed an exaggerated expression, the thick foundation trembled with his movements and looked quite disgusting, but he had no self-knowledge. The guy not only didn't notice Angela's disgusting look, but reached out to grab her hand.
Angela withdrew her hand, resisted her anger and said in a louder voice, "If you can, please leave me alone!"
The guy still wanted to post it with a smile on his face: "Miss Beautiful, you must know that you are so..."
The next second, he swallowed the words he was about to say, because two tall figures stood up behind Angela. Although the two men were dressed in casual clothes, the aura they showed was obviously a bodyguard type. The punk youth hurriedly raised his hands and stood up: "Hold... I'm sorry for bothering you, I'll leave right away."
He turned away and mumbled something, as if in disdain and as if in mockery. Angela ignored him and continued to turn the cup in his hand until he got up subconsciously. Only after she got up did she realize what she was doing, and she immediately gritted her teeth and changed her face, but Buckett and the others also stood up.
As soon as I walked out the door, before the car came over, I heard a clicking sound and a flashing light. Angela looked to the side in surprise. The few paparazzi who had been filming secretly saw that they had been discovered. Instead of restraining themselves, they walked over to her and kept pressing the shutter.
Their patience is really good. An imperceptible sneering smile appeared on Angela's mouth. She had already recognized that two of the figures were sneaking in the direction where she was sitting in the nightclub before. I'm also a little careless. I didn't wear much makeup when I came out tonight. Tomorrow's headline is about Miss Angel hanging out in a nightclub to get drunk.
Even if the reporters knew that she blushed after drinking a little alcohol, they would not take it to heart. But so what? Do I need to care? The sarcasm at the corner of Angela's mouth grew even stronger, standing motionless on the side of the street as if there were no reporters around with cameras madly filming.
Soon, the surrounding passers-by and the men and women in the nightclub also noticed the situation on the street, but before they could react, Angela got in the car and left. However, those reporters didn't seem to think that they were enough, so they immediately rode their motorcycles and followed the car. As soon as the car stopped at a red light, they immediately stepped forward and shot frantically at the window, even if they knew the window of Miss Angel's car. Paper is special. Besides, even if the window paper is attached to the sides and the back, it cannot be attached to the front as well.
"Are you going to get rid of them, miss?" Buckett asked, frowning at the increasingly arrogant reporters outside.
"No, they'll take it as they please." Angela replied indifferently, since it was not a day or two that the tabloids published the news of her going to and from the nightclub.
Since she won the best director on February 28, her life has become disordered, and she has no idea what to do or what to do. There is no plan, the film department is no longer concerned, and the blog has left a word "vacation" and has not been updated. In the first few days, she would still practice music or paint, but as time went on, she became more and more dazed, and she was in a daze in addition to being in a daze at home.
Angela also wanted to try to actually hang out in nightclubs to get drunk, but being alone in that environment would only make her disgusted, and drinking too much was even more impossible. And what she didn't understand was that as long as ten o'clock passed, she would have to get up and leave. Even if she shouted in her heart what she was going to do, her legs didn't seem to obey the command at all. Is it because of a long-term habit, or because of something else, she doesn't know and doesn't want to know.
damn! You are all against me! Even Annie! asshole! asshole! ! Angela, who seemed to be indifferent in the car, shouted wildly in her heart, as if something wanted to explode.
However, she always just shouted in her heart, maybe there is a trace of reason or other considerations, who knows? In short, Annie hasn't stopped since she started what she called "crossing the line."
Huh, the curtain was drawn again, even though Angela closed her eyes, the bright sunlight still made her eyelids blood red. Moaning in pain, she pulled the quilt to cover her head, but was immediately lifted by Annie.
"You should get up, Angie." Annie said earnestly, standing beside the bed.
"Damn it, it's my business if I can't get up!" Angie on the bed said angrily with an arm in front of him.
"I can't imagine what it would be like to sleep in bed for more than ten hours." Annie said unmoved, "Eat and sleep, sleep and eat, it's easy to gain weight."
"If you get fat, you will get fat, I don't need to think about it so much!" Angela waved her hand irritably, got up and grabbed the quilt from her hand and put it on her head again.
Annie at the bedside smiled bitterly and sighed softly, then said softly, "Angie, Manny is here."
Angela, who was still rolling around in the quilt, stopped immediately, and after a few seconds, she stuck her head out and looked at Annie with an inexplicable blank expression: "You said... Manny is here? Here we come. ?"
"Yes," Annie felt a little pain in her heart when she saw the longing, nervousness, fear and disgust in her eyes, "She is still on her way, but she will arrive in ten minutes at most, so..."
Her voice became softer: "Put on your clothes and get dressed."
After Annie left the room, Angela finally sat up leaning on the head of the bed, looking at the front with her eyes a little sloppy, not knowing what she was thinking, she held her hands together and pinched it. After a long time like this, she suddenly jumped up like a startled awakening, and hurriedly got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up. But halfway through the grooming, she stopped again, staring blankly at herself in the mirror and suddenly didn't want to do anything.
The hand was raised and lowered, raised and lowered, and after repeating this three or four times, Angela slammed a punch on the washbasin.
After grinning in pain, he took a deep breath and continued to pack up.
After finishing her grooming and makeup, she picked her clothes carefully, and Angela immediately walked out of the bedroom and went downstairs. Although it's just a simple t-shirt and jeans as usual, it's much better than wearing clothes indiscriminately a few days ago.
"Hi, Angie." Scarlett, who was talking to Annie in the living room, turned her head as if she had noticed something, and a trace of excitement and worry flashed on her face after she found Angela standing at the entrance of the stairs. She seemed to want to go up and hug one, but she hesitated for a few seconds and still did not act.
"Hi, Manny," Angela greeted, her lips trembling slightly. She had actually been standing there for several minutes, just not knowing what to say.
The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became a little weird, but fortunately, Annie made a joke: "You finally came down, I was thinking if you don't show up again, should I bring Manny up to see your jaw-dropping sleeping position."
Angela and Scarlett twitched the corners of their mouths at the same time, although the reasons for their laughter were not the same, they both became more relaxed. Anne immediately left to make tea, while Angela chatted with Scarlett.
"At the premiere of The Devil Wears Pudala, has the movie been released yet?" Angela asked in surprise.
"Yes, I heard from Mr. McKinley that he planned to invite you to the premiere, but you declined." Scarlett smiled helplessly, looking at Angela with her bright eyes without blinking.
"Oh, this...Alizee probably declined for me. I told her not to disturb me during the vacation." Angela said hesitantly.
"Vacation..." Scarlett murmured and repeated the word, her eyes flashing worry again.
Angela, who noticed this, guessed what she was thinking, and immediately said lightly: "Don't you think those tabloids are all true, Manny?"
"Of course not, but, you know, a picture is worth a thousand words." Scarlett didn't hide it.
"I actually went to the nightclub to find inspiration, to see if I could... make a movie about the lives of young people." Angela explained, "Besides, you know that even if I only have a small drink, my face will be red."
"Yeah, I know." Scarlett took it without thinking. When she woke up, the expressions of the two of them became a little uncomfortable.
Fortunately, Annie came over with black tea at this time: "This is yours, Manny, I shouldn't have forgotten your taste."
"Thank you." Scarlett hurriedly took a sip and nodded approvingly, "That's great."
"The temperature should be lower," Angela said after tasting her own black tea. "It's already very hot, Annie. You might as well make some iced tea when you have time."
Speaking of which, she suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, the weather is so hot, let's go swimming. I haven't swam for a long time."
Scarlett hesitated, and finally nodded: "Okay."