"Hello, Lydia," Eric stretched out his hand to the girl, shook her lightly, and said with a smile, "Hey, let me guess, do you like horror movies?"
Lydia Hearst blinked her cat-like eyes, then broke into a sly smile. The girl's mouth is small when she is quiet, which is completely in line with Eric's aesthetics, but when she smiles, her mouth becomes larger. The red lips are split on the delicate baby face, making her more like a little witch.
With such a smile, she shrank back defensively and said, "Mr. Williams, is this the way a playboy approaches girls?"
Eric nodded with a 'depressed' face: "It seems that this time I will fail, and it was easy to succeed before."
The girl snorted arrogantly, glanced not far away, and said, "I'm not one of those random women who will desperately entangle you for your money."
"That's really mean," Eric smiled, and asked with great interest: "Then what kind of boy do you like?"
"Hmm..." Lydia Hearst raised her chin and thought for a moment, then said, "First of all, he must be dedicated enough not to be like some people."
"Okay, I'm totally out."
"Hmph, secondly, he needs to be caring enough, um, handsome, and not too dull. Of course, he must have a little talent," the girl counted one by one, and glanced at Ai Rui proudly. K: "Anyway, money is not the most important thing."
"Of course," Eric nodded, "I'm sure you will find such a boy very easily."
"Why?" Lydia subconsciously asked back, and said dissatisfiedly, "Do you think I'm that kind of casual girl?"
"It's definitely not," Eric smiled and analyzed to her: "Look, you said that money is not the most important thing, and this lowered the standard too much all of a sudden. There are always too few rich people in this world , there are too many people without money, among so many people without money, isn't it easy to find the boy you need? And, the most important point, you are a Hearst, those boys, even if It's not up to your standards at all, but if you can get a Hearst, um, and a very beautiful Hearst, I think they will definitely do what you want to see."
Listening to Eric's words, Lydia Hearst was a little dazed, her head tilted slightly, and her brows frowned slightly.
Eric raised the red wine in his hand and took a sip, and continued in a low tone: "Look, those women are entangled because I am Eric Williams. Similarly, those boys are because you are Lydia Williams. Hearst, so get involved. So, we are actually the same kind. Now, why don't we start a love between the same kind now?"
The dazed girl who had been washed by Eric rolled her eyes when she heard the last sentence: "Eric, you are such an annoying guy."
"I know, the truth is always so hard to accept, you can go back and digest it slowly," Eric said with a smile, "Come on, let's change the topic."
"I don't want to talk to you anymore."
Although Lydia said so, she just turned her body slightly, and didn't intend to walk away at all. Her talking eyes still fell on Eric, obviously waiting for him to speak actively.
Eric glanced at the other side of the hall. Cindy and Linda still talked to a few more women before turning to Lydia in front of them again, and said, "So, did I guess right just now? Do you like horror movies?"
Lydia was obviously dissatisfied with Eric's distracted gaze and said, "Do we have to talk about movies?"
"Of course," Eric nodded, "Movies are my field of expertise. It's easier for me to control the initiative when talking about this topic."
"You are not a gentleman, you still have to fight for the initiative in front of girls."
"This is indeed a problem, and I will definitely change it next time."
"Then why didn't you change it this time?"
"It's not good for girls to be so aggressive."
Lydia snorted again before saying, "Okay, I really like horror movies, how did you guess that?"
"You want to hear the truth?"
Lydia thought of the words Eric had instilled in herself just now, and shook her head: "I don't want to."
"So, we are the most suitable for getting along with each other. You see, your IQ has improved immediately."
"I really want to hit you right now."
"You know, Li'er, well, I think this nickname is good, it must be better than Lidi or Leah, and I gave it to you for free."
"I don't want it," Lydia refused, and couldn't help but wonder: "What do I know?"
"Oh, that's right," Eric said solemnly: "In the ancient East, there is a theory that has been proven many times. When a woman has the idea of hitting a man, she may have unconsciously Fall in love with each other."
"You must be talking nonsense," Lydia immediately retorted, "How could there be such a strange theory."
"Look, your face is already red."
Lydia immediately raised the cup in her hand: "I'm drinking."
"Maybe," Eric said indifferently, "However, you don't seem to be of legal drinking age, do you?"
"Of course," Lydia raised her chin, with a provocative little look: "And I'm not even of legal driving age, Mr. Williams, you've been molesting a minor, you're committing a crime .”
"Well, what's the legal driving age in New York?"
"Sixteen years old."
"Now, nice to meet you, Miss Hurst."
Eric said so, raised his glass to the girl, then turned and left.
Lydia was stunned for a moment, and immediately chased after him like a tail, and stretched out her small hand to tug on Eric's sleeve, dissatisfied: "Eric, I was just joking, you are so stingy. "
Eric casually put the cup into a passing waiter's tray, walked to the buffet table, picked up a plate and shook it at the girl beside him, saying, "Do you want something to eat?"
Seeing that Eric seemed to have completely forgotten what he had just left behind suddenly, Lydia twitched her lips and said, "Don't eat."
Eric nodded and began to choose food on his own.
Lydia was standing by the side holding a glass of champagne, watching his movements, and couldn't help it in a blink of an eye, and said, "Don't want this, don't want this, the chocolate sandwich made by uncle's chef is terrible, you can try the blueberry pudding .”
Eric picked out a box of puddings and put them on his dinner plate, and asked, "And then?"
Lydia blinked: "Isn't that enough?"
Eric raised the food pinch in his hand and scratched Lydia's forehead obliquely below his chest, and said with a smile, "What do you think?"
"How can I be so short?" Lydia pouted her mouth and subconsciously raised her little hand, before she patted Eric on the shoulder, she stopped like a screeching brake, shrank back in embarrassment, rolled her eyes, and said, "Still Yes, ham sandwiches are also available."
"Oh," Eric picked up another ham sandwich, but still said: "It's weird, isn't it, a chef who can't make a chocolate sandwich can make a ham sandwich?"
Lydia's eyes flashed guiltily, and she argued, "My uncle's family doesn't just have one chef."
"Makes sense."
Eric nodded and didn't care about the girl's little thoughts. He is not a picky person, not to mention that the chef of the Hearst family can't be too bad, and it is more likely to be the girl's own taste.
Picking up some more food, Eric turned around and greeted other guests along the way, and quickly found an empty seat by the window in the hall.
Lydia still followed like a tail, sitting opposite Eric, sipping her own cup, like a cat.
After such a quiet moment, seeing Eric eating, Lydia's eyes flickered, and she took the initiative to say: "Eric, in fact, my answer just now was not very accurate."
"It's okay, I forgive you."
Lydia turned her head around, but couldn't find any sharp counter words, so she pouted and continued: "Actually, I don't just like horror movies."
"Um?"
"I also like John Waters movies, John Waters, do you know?"
When Eric heard the name, he immediately understood what the little witch was up to.
John Waters, this name may not be so famous, but if you mention his famous work, it will be a thunderous ear to many people. "Pink Flamingo", a super-heavy novelty-seeking underground movie, for viewers who don't have special hobbies in this area, after watching this movie, there will definitely only be one feeling, disgusting.
He casually took a bite of the sandwich in his hand and chewed it happily. Eric shook his head indifferently: "I don't know."
"Hmph, I'm really ignorant, who said just now that movies are my best field," Lydia immediately accused with some disappointment, but after a while, the girl immediately reacted: "You must know, right? ?”
"I don't know, I'm a big shot, even if I've seen it somewhere, I might have forgotten it."
Lydia did not give up, and said, ""Pink Flamingo"?"
"Um?"
""Pineapple Butter"?"
"What?"
""Hair spray"?"
"baffling."
""Desperate Life"?"
Eric raised his hand and raised an index finger to make a pause in front of him, slowly put down the sandwich in his hand, and slowly pushed open the window next to him, before he had time to look at the situation outside the window, he sprayed out a mouthful of food.
After several deep breaths in a row, Eric withdrew his body, looked at Lydia who was already overjoyed across the table, and said, "Okay, you succeeded."
"Haha, uh, huh huh," realizing the situation she was in, the girl laughed twice, then hurriedly lay down on the table, buried her head in a muffled laugh for a while, then raised her head again after a while, proudly Said: "Let you pretend."
Eric calmed down and managed to recover, but he also lost the slightest appetite. He pushed the plate in front of him aside and said, "Speaking of which, these movies are not something you, a little girl, should watch?"
Seemingly realizing that it was very unladylike to mention these movies, Lydia sat down straight and said, "Yeah, that's not it. I just help my mother organize it occasionally. My mother collects the videotapes."
Eric still shook his head and said, "Your mother shouldn't read these things either."
Lydia's tone became a little awkward, and said: "Anyway, she likes these, so she collects them. My mother is an adult."
"It has nothing to do with being an adult or not. John Waters, why does your mother like his movies?" Eric spread his hands and said, "This is really puzzling."
Lydia's eyes flickered, and she still couldn't help arguing: "What's so puzzling, doesn't my mother have the freedom to like any movies?"
Eric felt that the girl's mood was suddenly a little wrong, so he nodded indifferently and said, "Of course, everyone has the freedom to choose what they like."
"You, you sure don't think so."
"Then what do you think I'm thinking?"
"You," Lydia paused, and said, "You must be thinking about those things."
Eric was really confused: "What things?"
"That's right, those things," Lydia's tone suddenly became more stuttering, like a little wild cat who suddenly announced, staring at Eric fiercely: "You can't think of my mother that much."
"Okay," Eric spread his hands helplessly: "If there is any offense, I apologize."
"You," Lydia was about to say something, when she saw Cindy and Linda walking over with the other two women, she suddenly stood up angrily, and said, "I don't want to talk to you anymore."
Seeing Lydia run away suddenly, Eric was still confused, but he got up, nodded to Cindy, and gave up the seat at the dining table.
Cindy walked up to him, and introduced the girl next to Eric, saying, "Eric, let me introduce you, this is Irene Lauder."
"Hello, Miss Lauder," Eric shook hands with the somewhat intellectual girl in front of him, and then asked doubtfully, "Estee Lauder?"
"Hello, Mr. Williams," Irene Lauder shook hands with Eric with a smile, and said, "Estee Lauder is my grandmother."
"Oh, that's an amazing woman," Eric complimented, and then looked at another strange girl.
Before Cindy took the initiative to introduce, the girl stretched out her hand and said, "Mr. Williams, hello, I'm Delphine Arnault."
"Hello," Eric smiled and shook hands with the other party, and said, "I saw your email this morning, but I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't have time."
"Why be so absolute, Mr. Williams, maybe we can talk some time."
Eric just smiled and asked a few women to sit down before he sat in the empty seat next to him.
After the waiter brought them drinks, Cindy joked, "So, you failed to coax the little girl just now?"
"I don't know either. When I mentioned her mother, I suddenly became excited."
Cindy, Linda and Delphine Arnault also showed puzzled expressions.
Irene Lauder whispered, "Lydia's mother is Patty, Patty Hearst."
After Irene Lauder finished speaking, Cindy and Linda immediately showed stunned expressions.
Delphine Arnault, like Eric, was still confused.
However, the three women who obviously knew the reason were unwilling to take the initiative to explain anything to the two of them.