"How come there are so many? I remember when I said this, there were only five or six people around?"
Jennifer Connelly's expression was full of unconcealable excitement. She used to spend a lot of effort to be the heroine of an independent film, but now she stays at home and someone sends a lot of scripts to her door. This kind of treatment Let the girl feel a little flustered.
Of course, Connery did not forget who gave him all this, and leaned on Eric affectionately and said: "I don't know too well, it may be that the news was accidentally revealed, and you have been sent to him every day for the past few days." The script came and was handed over to Jim, and Jim was taken aback, thinking that someone else had handed over the wrong script, so he called to ask and found out why, so he sent them all over.”
Eric picked up a script and flipped through it casually, thinking of the girl's agent, Jim Lester, and asked, "Does Jim give you any advice?"
Connery shook his head: "Jim, who sent the script to him, can't afford to offend him, so I'll take it all and let you decide."
Eric smiled and said: "That's fine, judging from the films you selected for you before, Jim's vision is not very good."
"Actually, he's not bad, but we didn't have many choices before," Jim Lester helped her take care of so many [≥, years of career, Connery said weakly for Jim Lester sentence.
Eric didn't respond. He looked through the messages of several script senders, threw them on the coffee table, and said with a sneer, "It's all good calculations. There are so many good things in this world."
Feeling the displeasure emanating from the man, Connery shrank his neck, but looked worriedly at the stack of scripts. I was afraid that Eric would push him away if he got angry. Eric is gone for a few days. The girl has already taken a fancy to several of the scripts. I also discussed it with Jim Lester in private, but Connery also knew that although these people nominally invited her to be the heroine, they actually came for Eric, and she didn't have any decision-making power.
"It's too late, let's talk about it tomorrow," Eric stood up and said to Connery: "Honey, I'm going to take a shower first, can you prepare some warm milk for me?"
"OK."
Connery nodded. Watching Eric leave the small living room, the girl turned off the TV, tidied up the small living room, looked at the stack of scripts reluctantly, then turned off the lights, and walked through the hall to the kitchen on the west side.
The girl took out a glass from the cupboard, poured it with pure milk, then put the glass containing the milk into another large measuring cup, slowly poured boiling water on the periphery, and patiently waited for the cow to be heated by the boiling water.
After a few minutes. Connery carefully took the milk out of the measuring cup, brought it to his lips and took a sip to test the temperature. Only when he was satisfied, he picked it up and walked out of the kitchen to the bedroom upstairs.
Eric took a shower and walked out of the bathroom wiping his hair. He saw that Connery had changed into a set of pure white suspender lace pajamas. He was lying on the big bed and reading a magazine. There was no bottoming under the transparent pajamas. The waist is slender, the buttocks are full, and the exquisite curves make people move their index fingers. After taking a few glances, Eric couldn't help but throw away the towel in his hand, stepped on the bed and pressed Connery under him.
Jennifer Connelly, who was suddenly attacked, let out a soft cry, turned her face away and wanted to say something, but was greeted by Eric's rough kiss, feeling the man's rough big hands rubbing and kneading the sensitive parts, the girl was very excited. Quickly erotic, the upper body sank limply in the big bed due to Eric's weight.
After Eric broke in forcefully, Connery immediately moaned softly, like a submissive female beast, trying to raise his white buttocks to cater to the man's push. The astonishing curvature of the waist and hips of the female body below produced a strong sensory stimulation, which made Eric attack more violently.
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Because he always wanted to be a film director in his previous life, Eric didn't know how many movies he had watched and how many film notes he had taken.
But obviously, the sum of all the movies with complete memories in his mind is impossible to compare with the current Hollywood film production in a year. After breakfast the next day, Eric began to review the movie for Connery. I piled up the scripts and read more than a dozen of them in a row, but I didn't find any familiar movies in my memory.
Of course, there are also quite a few good-looking scripts among them. Those who hear the news and send scripts over and want to cooperate will certainly not be so stupid as to send over any low-quality scripts. The scripts that can be sent to Sharp Point Manor must have been carefully selected. Even if there is no preparation for starting the project, it must be a high priority consideration.
Judging from the subject matter of the script received, before sending it, these film companies must have done a detailed understanding of Connery's information and knew the girl's strength.
Therefore, among these projects, there is not a single female lead. More than 80% of the characters are vases, and the difference is only the number of roles.
Connery complained a little bit about this, but Eric just laughed it off, even if he himself positioned Connery as a beautiful vase, no matter how eager those producers were, they would definitely not Use the vase as an acting actress.
"Don't complain, if you can make vases as well as Marilyn Monroe, your status will definitely be higher than those Oscar queens."
"It's not that easy," said Connery, who was huddled in the space chair opposite Eric, swaying slightly.
Just as he was talking, the nearby walkie-talkie beeped.
"It's on the other side of the gate, go ask what's the matter," Eric raised his head and ordered, the girl put down the script in her hand, stood up and walked over. After saying a few words, she turned to Eric with a slightly surprised tone. Ke said, "The guard said Rupert Murdoch is here?"
"What is this old fox doing here?" Eric muttered, but he could only stand up and walk over in person, asking the guard to let Murdoch in.
Although he didn't like Murdoch in his heart, Eric still went out to greet him in person. Connery hesitated and didn't follow. She still knew about Rupert Murdoch. For a media of Murdoch's level Tycoon, the girl is still a little apprehensive.
Eric just walked out of the villa when a black Rolls Royce drove over and stopped in front of the open space outside the villa.
The driver quickly got out of the car and opened the rear door. Murdoch walked out with a smile on his face. Eric was about to go up to him. The other side of the door opened by itself. Elizabeth got out and greeted Eric with a raised chin. .
Eric grinned, but he slandered Murdoch in his heart, old guy, is this considered to be feeling his own pulse? It's so unreasonable to bring your daughter to protect you when you meet him. Sooner or later, you The girl who plays with her gets pregnant and then throws it away.
Murdoch hugged Eric, then looked at the villa next to him and said, "Eric, I heard that your place is good. I have wanted to come and see it for a long time, but I have never had time."
"Yeah, everyone is so busy, let's go in," Eric made a gesture of invitation. (To be continued..)