The issue of pursuing Warner had come to an end when Angie came home, and Elena was only eager to love her daughter. Now that her daughter has returned safely, let Warner stay on the side. Bar.
Now that her mother has stopped talking about this topic, Angela is so happy that she doesn't need to spend any more time. When her father comes home, the whole family will have dinner together. This is the first time since she went to New York to make a movie. It's fun.
After dinner, the little girl chatted with her parents for a few words, and then went back to her room. She was afraid that if she talked about filming, her mother would be troublesome if she brought up that topic again, and she had been filming for more than a month. Come, because of this and that, I have completely cut off contact with people outside my parents, so I still have a lot of things to do this time.
The first is that the piled up letters must be answered immediately. Kate's letters have been coming for half a month. But when the little girl wanted to reply to the letter, she had a thousand words in her pen, but she didn't know what to say. Finally, she sighed and wrote something casually. Hell, is such a mother-in-law still a man? … Well, technically, not really.
Angela shook her head helplessly and went through the other letters. One of them was from Aunt Rowling. In the letter, she was very grateful to the little girl. Several single mother relief foundations had given her a lot of help. It seems that my uncle has indeed fulfilled her request, that is, he must invite Big Mouth Sister to her birthday party? Really unscrupulous uncle.
The next letter is from Edward. This kid seems to be very patient. Two letters a week are not much or not. Angela hesitated for a while, and after thinking about it, she decided to pick up a pen and invite him to a birthday party. It would be a good test subject. .
Thinking of this, the little girl stopped writing, bit the barrel of the pen, and became a little absent-minded. She can see Jessica when she goes back to school tomorrow. What should I say? The next time I called home, I wanted to ask her how to contact her, but because she repeatedly asked her parents not to tell her about something, the two never got in touch.
Of course Jessica won't be angry with her because of this, but the feeling of living together in the past few years has always made her a little melancholy. Although she has decided to face her true self, she can't...
I was bored and took out another letter. Oh, it was actually Lindsay's. Just sent one Lesbian and another one. Although she knew that it would take at least ten years for Lindsay to become Lesbian, Angela was still mocking. Thinking about it this way, and thinking about the meeting last year on Halloween, although it's a little blurry, I can still vaguely recall the thoughts at that time. It seems that the confinement of the male side has caused my way of thinking to deviate in some aspects. Woolen cloth.
Another one, it's Lindsay's, another one, it's Lindsay, Angela is a little dumbfounded, seeing that the dates are less than 4 days apart, could it be that something happened
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and the little girl looked up and saw that it was Aunt Jennifer.
"Chrissy, your friend is here," Jennifer said.
"Friend? Now?" Angela looked at the time, just after 8 o'clock, who would come so late
"Okay, I'll come." The little girl nodded, put away the messy letters and papers on the desk, and came downstairs from the bedroom. But when she saw the girl sitting in the middle of the living room, talking to her mother obediently, she almost slipped and fell, who else could that dazzling red hair be other than Lindsay Lohan? !
Hell, I was wondering if I should read her letter just now! Angela was lying on the handrail of the stairs and looked down, something seemed to be jumping on her forehead.
"Hi dear, come down quickly?" Mom just looked up and saw her.
Originally wanted to linger for a while, thinking about why Lindsay appeared here, Angela had to shrug and walk down. She could feel the red-haired girl sitting on the sofa locking her eyes on her for the first time.
After giving her mother a smile, Angela turned her head to Lindsay: "Hi, Lindsay, how are you?"
She wanted to directly ask her what was wrong, but seeing the panic and helplessness flashing in Lindsay's eyes, she couldn't keep asking. Sighing inwardly, without waiting for the other party to answer, Angela looked back at her mother and pretended to be naughty: "Can we go to my room? Mom?"
"Of course, baby." Elena didn't see anything, and Lindsay's well-behaved appearance gave her a good impression, so she nodded.
Angela shrugged and took Lindsay's hand: "Okay, let's talk about something."
When the bedroom door was closed, Angela could obviously feel Lindsay's sigh of relief beside her, which made her curious, why did she choose to come to her house at this time
However, Lindsay immediately concealed her emotions, looked around here and where she was looking curiously, then sat down at the table in front of the desk and said with a smile, "Your home is so beautiful, Angela."
Then he looked at the piano not far away and asked in surprise, "You can still play the piano, that means your music is also great."
"Okay, Lindsay, why did you come to my house alone, where are your parents?" Of course Angela wouldn't let her change the subject.
"Well, I've never been to your house before, I want to... come and see you." Lindsay rolled her eyes and said cautiously.
"This excuse is not at all clever, Lindsay, I don't think any child would go to someone else's house alone at night, and no parent would allow their child to be this wayward," Angela said bluntly. Her lie, "What's your home phone number?"
"Don't do this, Angela." Lindsay jumped up, her little face full of anxiety.
"No, if you won't tell me, I'll have to ask my mother to send someone to take you back." Angie raised her hands, she didn't hate Lindsay, at least this Lindsay is not the queen of nightclubs in the future, but just like As she just said, a 7- or 8-year-old girl is wandering outside alone, and her parents don't know it yet, which is really not a good thing.
"Please, Angela, don't do this, let me stay here for one night, just one night, I won't cause you any trouble," Lindsay suddenly pleaded, followed by two lines of tears rolling down , "I don't want to go back, not at all!"
The sudden cry made Angela a little overwhelmed. After being stunned for two or three seconds, she hurriedly found a tissue, trying to wipe away her tears, but as soon as she walked in front of her, Lindsay suddenly hugged her, Sobbing in her arms.
Angela smiled bitterly. She only cried in someone else's arms two days ago, but someone else cried in her arms two days later. Was this all arranged? She shook her head, patted Lindsay's back, and said things like it's okay, it's okay, don't cry.
After about 5 minutes, Lindsay stopped sobbing, left Angela's embrace, rolled on her, tears smeared all over her face, turning into a big face.
"I'm sorry... I got your clothes dirty, I... I'll go now, to disturb you." The girl whispered, wiping her face with her sleeve, and was about to go out, but Angela hugged immediately She, involuntarily pressed her back into the chair: "Tell me, what happened?"
Without waiting for Lindsay to speak, she said again in a more serious tone: "Tell me, what's the matter?"
Probably because Angela's aura was too oppressive, Lindsay shivered slightly, lowered her head and bit her lips and said, "I... My parents quarreled, they quarreled fiercely, I couldn't stop them, my father drank a lot of alcohol , just like before, yelling, even almost hitting mom, I hate him, I hate him now, I remember dad would still…”
The red-haired girl murmured, as if she was caught in a memory and was slightly absent-minded, while Angela's heart set off waves. The most profound memory of Lindsay in her previous life was the song called Confessionsofa BrokenHeart, except for "Broken Heart". The single, she wrote all the complaints about her father and the desire for love into this song, which shows how much family life has affected her.
Thinking about how her father later appeared on the social page of American newspapers and was sent to prison for beating up cleaning workers because of drinking alcohol, which eventually led to a divorce, you can see how much her father hurt her, and she was drinking and taking drugs and became a nightclub Queen, all her evil deeds have nothing to do with this.
Angela couldn't help hugging Lindsay with some heartache, and said softly: "Darling, don't be sad, if you want to stay here, I will make it clear to mother."
"Really...really?" Lindsay whispered.
"Of course, mother will agree, as long as your parents don't come to the door." Angela smiled and stroked her face gently, blinking her eyes, trying to make her happy.
"They won't. I'm taking all the emails at home. Every time there's a letter from you, I'll take it back to my room as soon as possible." The red-haired girl hurriedly said, and she finally showed a smile.
"That's it, I'll ask Aunt Jennifer to arrange a room for you later." Angela said and was about to go out.
But Lindsay stopped her immediately: "Ann... Angie!" She hesitated, and then hesitantly asked: "Can I... Can I sleep with you?"