"... Carl accidentally died by being inserted into his heart by a falling glass, and his soul was dragged into hell by the god of death. After Sam said goodbye to Molly and Oddme, his wish was fulfilled, and he walked slowly into the gate of heaven. Mr. Williams, What do you think of the story?"
Bruce Joy Robin noticed that Eric seemed to be a little absent-minded from the very beginning, so he just told the story in a hurry, and he had no illusions in his heart. When he asked this question at the end, he was just waiting for Eric Give a negative answer and leave with a sense of humor.
Hearing that Bruce Joy Robin had finished speaking, Eric quickly withdrew his attention.
"Mr. Robin, it seems that Charles and the others didn't like this story just now, did they?"
When Bruce heard Eric say this, he thought that he was rejecting himself like everyone else, and said with a disappointed face: "So, excuse me, Mr. Williams."
After finishing speaking, Eric was about to leave, and Eric quickly called to stop the other party: "Mr. Robin, actually, I think this idea is not bad."
Bruce stopped immediately, turned around and asked, "Mr. Williams, did I hear wrong?"
"Of course not," Eric said with a smile: "I think your idea is good, but I just listened to the outline of the story you dictated, but I didn't find any bright spots. Do you have a complete script?"
"Of course, Mr. Williams, I..." Bruce Joy Robin rubbed his hands eagerly. He came into this party with a friend, and of course it was impossible to bring any script. But after finally meeting someone who is interested, and the other person is currently the hottest young director in Hollywood, Bruce must try his best to seize this opportunity: "Mr. Williams. How about I go back and get the script now?"
Eric shook his head and said, "Don't be in such a hurry. It's already very late." After speaking, he took out a business card and handed it to the other party: "Tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning, you can find me at the Firefly headquarters with the script. We’ll talk about it in detail later.”
Bruce put away the business card excitedly: "Mr. Williams, I will be there on time."
Eric didn't say anything more, nodded, glanced at the guests who were already eager to try, and left as if nothing had happened.
"Eric. What are you thinking?" Virginia, who was attached to Eric on the dance floor, raised her head and asked.
Eric glanced at Bruce Joy Robin, who was being accosted from time to time outside the dance floor, and said, "I have taken a fancy to a script, and now there are probably many people who want to grab it."
Virginia followed Eric's gaze: "It's that person, I just saw you chatting with him for a while. Since you are interested, why don't you buy it immediately?"
"Now, Lian Ye?" Eric stroked the girl's waist and said, "No one is an idiot. I was too eager. I guess the person who owns the script is not in a hurry to sell it. In addition, others come to grab The film company, if you want to win it in the end, it will cost you more."
Virginia hugged Eric's waist tightly, and rubbed her face against his chest: "I don't understand well, it seems that I am an idiot."
Taking advantage of no one's attention, Eric slapped the girl's butt wrapped in the dress lightly, with a flirtatious tone in his tone: "I just like stupid women."
Virginia protested and hammered Eric, then raised her small face, blinked her big eyes and asked in a soft tone: "Eric, tonight?"
Eric shook his head helplessly: "Wherever you go now, there are paparazzi behind you. Dare I go to your place?"
Virginia felt a little helpless when she heard Eric say that.
Since "Small Island Cry" was released, Virginia not only gained great fame, she jumped from a third-rate actor to a first-line star, and her private life has also received intense attention from many tabloids. Eric knew that those people The target is not only Virginia, but also herself.
Eric felt uncomfortable whenever he thought of the night when he was negotiating with Murdoch, the old guy said that a reporter from the "New York Post" had secretly followed him for several months. To be honest, that matter has not been resolved until now, and Eric was not naive enough to ask Murdoch for those photos afterwards. Any fool knows that the other party cannot give him the photos without leaving a backup. In this case , he didn't bother.
However, since that incident, Eric has become more cautious.
Although he himself doesn't care about being exposed by the media about his scandals with those actresses, he has to care about Aniston's thoughts. Because if his scandals with other actresses repeatedly appeared in the newspapers, it would be impossible for the little girl to pretend to be an ostrich. In the end, under pressure, she probably had to break up with him.
Although you can't go to Virginia, it's no problem to go to another place.
On the big bed in the bedroom, Aniston was like a fish out of water, gasping for a few quick breaths with her mouth open, and then limply lay down with her body twitching. Eric followed suit on the girl's smooth back, parting a bunch of messy blond hair and kissing the little girl's face. The thing that was still hard underneath was fiddled lightly, and soon got into the slippery cavity again.
"Well... don't do it, I'm dying." Aniston resisted and pushed her round buttocks upwards, as if trying to push Eric's things out, but in the end it only made Eric more comfortable.
"Come and let me give you artificial respiration," Eric smiled and kissed Aniston's small mouth, breaking in with his tongue, fiddled with the little sweet tongue hidden inside.
He resisted a few times, and after Eric had had enough fun and let her go, Aniston glared reproachfully at the man on top of him. After chatting for a while, the little girl said hoarsely: "Eric, let me take a shower, if it leaks, it will stain the sheets."
Eric showed a smirk, kissed the girl on the cheek, leaned close to the little girl's ear and whispered: "It's okay, let me rest for a while, and I'll plug it up for you right away."
When the little girl heard this, she immediately struggled under Eric's body, and yelled, "I won't come, I won't come, I will die if I come again."
Unfortunately, the little girl didn't realize that her twisting stimulated Eric's desire, and something that had died down quickly revived.
Eric got up slightly and quickly turned Aniston who was about to escape, picked up two slender legs and folded them on the little girl's chest, pressing them down again.
In the early morning light, Eric woke up on time refreshed and refreshed, and pulled the quilt for the poor sleeping girl, before Eric put on his clothes, got out of bed and walked into the bathroom.
Opening the bedroom door and walking into the living room, Eric heard soft noises in the kitchen.
"Morning," Nicole, who was making breakfast, turned to greet Eric when she heard the movement.
"Morning," Eric nodded, smelling the aroma of food in the air, and asked, "Is there a share for me?"
Nicole gave him a blank look: "What do you say?"
"It must be there," Eric said, walking up, wrapping his arms around the girl's slender waist, and looking into the small soup pot in front of Nicole.
Nicole was stunned by Eric's sudden movement, and soon relaxed, feeling the menacing thing on her buttocks from the man, and said helplessly: "I was tossing so hard yesterday, it's not enough ah?"
"Did you come here to eavesdrop?" Eric asked, blowing on the girl's sensitive earlobe.
Nicole blushed, and denied it: "Do I need to eavesdrop? The barking is so loud. If the villa's sound insulation is not bad, the neighbors will probably call the police."
"What about you?" Eric asked in an evil tone, but one hand got in from the girl's waist.
"Eric, you're such an asshole, aren't you afraid that Jane will find out?" Nicole twisted her body slightly, not knowing whether she was resisting or catering.
"She probably won't get up for a while," Eric said, pulling his wet fingers out of his clothes and bringing them to the girl's lips.
Nicole gave Eric a few helpless glances, but obediently opened her small mouth and sucked the finger in.
After a while, Eric withdrew his finger, patted the girl's buttocks, and said, "Okay, I'll wake up Jane, and make breakfast quickly."
"Bastard." Nicole, who was suddenly let go by Eric, almost collapsed on the ground, and stretched out her hands to support the kitchen counter in a panic, before scolding Eric who was already walking towards the door with grievances and resentment.
After breakfast and leaving the apartment shared by the little girl and Nicole, before Eric entered the office building, Bruce Joy Robin, who was waiting outside, joined him.
"Mr. Robin, didn't we agree on nine o'clock?" Eric looked at his watch.
Bruce said: "That's right, Mr. Williams, I was afraid of traffic jams on the road, so I arrived early."
"Oh, let's go to the office and talk about it," Eric said, and walked into Firefly's office building with Bruce.
This is exactly the office building recommended by Robert Shea a few months ago, and it is already the property of Firefly. The original New Line and Firefly employees have all moved in at the beginning of the month.
Eric once planned to let uta move in together, but when this suggestion was put forward, not only Jeffrey and Robert objected, but even Kapoor disagreed. After some explanations, Eric realized that this was out of consideration for avoiding suspicion. After all, a production company cannot own a brokerage company at the same time. Eric was just playing around the corner. If he moved Uta and Firefly into an office building nakedly, it would only cause trouble for himself.
The two came to the office and sat down. Eric asked someone to bring twice the coffee, and said to Bruce Joy Robin who was sitting opposite him: "So, Mr. Robin, did you bring the script?"
"Of course," Bruce took out the script from his bag and handed it to Eric.
Eric didn't say anything, let go of the script and looked down. (To be continued..)