Elizabeth helped Emma take a bath, and cooked some porridge for the little guy who was still clamoring for something to eat, and found that Eric and Julia still hadn't come downstairs.
Emma was lying on the edge of the coffee table in the living room and eating with a spoon. Seeing Elizabeth looking at the stairs from time to time, the little guy quickly thought of Eric, and raised his face tenderly and asked, "Mom, Where's Dad?"
When Elizabeth heard Emma's name, she looked at the stairs again in a panic. When she found no one came out, she was relieved. She got up and left the sofa and knelt with Emma on the carpet beside the coffee table. Elizabeth touched the little guy With a gentle voice, he said, "Emma, let's play a game, shall we?"
Emma had already eaten and drank enough, her eyes immediately became bright when she heard the game, she put down the spoon and said, "Okay."
"This game is like this, when we talk from now on, you call me Liz, I call you Emma, let's see who can last longer, okay?"
Emma tilted her head and hesitated for a moment before shaking her head: "It's not fun."
Elizabeth said anxiously, "Emma, if you don't want to make this game, then I will never take you to Disneyland again, and I won't take you to Lengshui Canyon Park either."
≤∝ Emma blinked quickly a few times, and blurted out: "Auntie, take me there."
Elizabeth inadvertently glanced at the empty small bowl in front of the little guy, and tried to say: "From now on, if my aunt doesn't give you something to eat, I won't cook porridge for you either."
This threat is a bit big, Emma immediately showed a worried look, and quickly said: "Okay. Play a game."
Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief. Said: "Then. Let's try first, what should you call me now?"
"Liz," Emma yelled, holding up the small bowl in front of her: "I want more."
The little guy just ate some chocolate cake and drank another bowl of porridge. Elizabeth knew that she couldn't let the little guy eat more, so she said softly, "How about eating so much today, let's eat it tomorrow morning?"
"Speak. It doesn't matter," Emma heard Elizabeth's refusal, and her expression immediately became aggrieved. The child's intuition seemed to be very weird by nature. She complained tearfully, and the little guy blurted out again without a teacher , and deliberately increased his voice: "Mom!"
Elizabeth almost knocked her head on the glass tea table, patted her forehead and sighed silently in her heart, and had to take the small bowl from the little guy's hand: "Hey, I can only eat half a bowl. There can't be more."
"Well," Emma nodded vigorously immediately. Looking at Elizabeth's expression, the little guy felt as if he should do something. His beautiful blue eyes rolled around, and he called out again in a tender voice, "Liz."
Elizabeth, who just got up, heard the little guy flexibly changing between the two names, and couldn't help but have a thought in her heart: Is this a cocoon
…
After waking up Julia, Eric quickly figured out what happened. Of course, the so-called 'child abuse tragedy' did not happen. Julia had dinner with a few friends in the evening, drank some wine, and was a little drunk. So, after returning home, she had a whim or a maternal instinct. Emma played with toys for a while, and felt that the little guy was a little sleepy, so she put Emma to sleep, and then went to rest on her own.
During this process, both Julia and the nanny ignored a question. The little guy hadn’t had dinner yet, and Julia didn’t ask, and the nanny didn’t say anything. Both thought that the other party would prepare food for the little guy, but the little guy didn’t She fell asleep and didn't cry hungry, so there was the scene when Eric and Elizabeth just entered the door. Emma woke up hungry after sleeping until midnight, and ran out of the baby's room to find something to eat.
Ever since Emma was adopted by Julia, Eric has often seen the little guy. During the riots in Los Angeles two years ago, Emma and Julia lived in Pointe Manor for a while. The little girl who has grown up to the present, Eric is still very close in his heart, which is why he has not corrected the little guy to call him daddy. Although he is not interested in the customs of Western godfathers, Eric has also regarded the little guy as his father. God daughter treats.
Therefore, even though he understood that Julia didn't do it on purpose, Eric was still angry at this woman's carelessness. Coupled with the fact that he saw the movie Julia made last year, the flames in Eric's heart were ignited. It even went up. Last year Eric was going to cast Julia in another rom-com to restore her popularity that had slipped because of taking care of Emma. But this woman took another film contract on her own. Well, just take it, anyway, he never thought of forcing his woman to only make movies for fireflies. Unexpectedly, Eric found out that the filming was a mess by accident. Two reporters rushed to Las Vegas to investigate the criminal evidence of a casino tycoon, and then there was no more. The movie didn't get out of the hotel room very much, and the plot was even more incomprehensible. The whole movie was like homework that elementary school students rushed out in ten minutes to cope with the teacher's inspection. When this movie came out, the critics were full of criticism, and the little popularity accumulated with movies such as "Pretty Woman" and "Steel Magnolia" completely dissipated.
Self-defeating, self-destructive future!
Lazy woman, don't seek to make progress, how can this work!
The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, so Eric dealt with Julia severely. Eric didn't stop until he found that the woman was enjoying the punishment even though she was begging for mercy.
…
After feeding the little one well and putting them on the sofa to watch cartoons, Elizabeth looked at the stairs again. I don't know how many times. I feel a little sour in my heart. They haven't come down for such a long time. The two of them must have become absurd, but let me look after the child here. It's really, really hateful.
Never take the initiative to deliver it to your door this time, absolutely not.
Thinking of this in her heart, Elizabeth finally heard footsteps on the other side of the stairs, and quickly put away her expression and put on a cold look.
Eric and Julia went downstairs one after the other, and Elizabeth pretended to ignore Eric. He glanced at Julia who was still flushing behind Eric.
snort. Dog men and women.
Eric sat down on the sofa. Julia headed for the coffee machine in the corner of the living room.
Seeing Julia's active behavior, Elizabeth felt a hatred of iron and iron in her heart. She was about to release it to Eric through her eyes, but her eyes fell on Eric's waist. The Hermès belt that was given to Eric as a Christmas present is missing.
"Oh, it landed upstairs," Eric explained lightly.
"Huh," Elizabeth squeezed a syllable out of her nose. As if to say I don't care.
Julia quickly made the coffee, poured a cup for Eric, and handed it over with ice cubes. Eric picked up the cup and blew on it, took a sip, and pointed to the sofa next to him: "Sit down Come on, let's discuss something with you."
Julia nodded slightly, and moved to the side of the single sofa, but just touched the surface of the sofa, the girl stood up softly.
Elizabeth saw Julia reaching out to cover the pitiful expression behind her. Turning to Eric, he said bitterly: "Violent mad."
but. The girl's tone didn't sound like a complaint at all, but more of a resentment, as if she was accusing Eric of not being 'violently equal'.
When Eric heard what Elizabeth said, he glanced at her with great interest. Elizabeth immediately avoided Eric's eyes with guilt. She also realized that her tone was not fierce enough, but more like... Uh, how could it be possible? , I'm not a masochist, absolutely, yes, no, yes!
In order to prove that she was not guilty, Elizabeth mulled for a while, and quickly turned her head, only to find that Eric had turned to Julia who was sitting crookedly on the sofa.
"How much money do you have now?" Eric looked at Julia and asked.
Julia shook her head, hesitated for a while, and said, "Probably, maybe 30 million."
Eric was a little helpless, this woman was living a life without even knowing how much money she had: "Contact your accountant tomorrow to make statistics, leave one hundred thousand dollars for living expenses, and give the rest to me."
"Julia, don't give it to him, he is robbing." Elizabeth immediately complained.
As if she didn't hear what Elizabeth said, Julia nodded obediently: "Well, I see."
Eric also ignored Elizabeth, and continued: "When Firefly completes the acquisition of the TV network, I will exchange your money into Firefly's stock, but I will keep these stocks and subsequent dividends for you. Now that you have won the Oscar, the right to dispose of this equity will be transferred to you."
Elizabeth, who was about to say something more, stopped talking in surprise when she heard Eric's words, and looked at Julia with envy in her eyes. After Firefly Pictures announced its annual financial report, I don’t know how many investment institutions wanted to invest in Firefly, and were even willing to offer several times the premium for this, but they were all rejected by Eric. Even this acquisition of the TV network, Eric didn't plan to share too much equity, but this time he took the initiative to exchange the cash in Julia's hands for the shares of Firefly. Although the money is insignificant for the future merged Firefly, it is enough to show that Ai Rick has completely treated Julian as his own woman.
Although Julia got a certain syndrome by accident, she didn't have any problems in IQ. She also realized Eric's purpose of doing this. Tied her to the body and worried about gains and losses, but Eric had just cleaned up, and now Julia didn't have any resistance in her heart, but her mind was full of obedience and dependence. At this time, it is estimated that Eric ordered Julia didn't hesitate too long when she jumped off a nearby cliff.
Eric looked at Julia not only did not bargain with him, but agreed obediently, he couldn't help feeling a little guilty, but since the facts can't be changed, let it develop in a better direction. best choice.
Lowering his head and taking a few sips of coffee, Eric glanced at Elizabeth and Julia beside him, as well as the little guy who was concentrating on watching cartoons, and said: "Liz will definitely be very busy after becoming the vice president of Fox, and you will also You can't be idle all the time. This time I will personally arrange your next film. Don't be lazy. So it's not appropriate for Emma to stay here. The Hollywood environment is not good for Emma's growth. I plan to Send Emma to New York with the two little ones and let Joan take her, don't you think?"
Although there were no accidents tonight, the two women also knew that Eric's suggestion was necessary, and they couldn't wait for something to happen before regretting it.
Seeing Julia nodding, Elizabeth asked with some concerns: "What about Julia's brothers and sisters? Also, will Joan accept Emma?"
"Since the custody is on Julia's side, they have no reason to intervene." Eric said: "Besides, Joan likes children very much. When Vicky was out filming, she was always looking after Kevin, and another Emma is nothing, since you have agreed, I will call Joan tomorrow to discuss this matter, the little guy is already three years old, and it's time to go to kindergarten."
After discussing these things, it was almost early morning. Julia carried the drowsy Emma to the baby's room. Eric continued to drink the coffee in the cup. Looking at Elizabeth, who seemed to be a little absent-minded, sitting next to him, he showed his face again. With a faint smirk, he stood up and said, "Let's go, I'll show you some good things."
"What good thing?" Elizabeth stood up subconsciously.
"I suddenly found out that the belt you gave me is very useful. Let's study it again, and you can be my assistant."
Elizabeth was stunned for half a second before she could react. She felt Eric holding her hand and walking towards the stairs. Her body trembled slightly for some reason, and her footsteps followed Eric upstairs weakly, but her mouth kept resisting. He said: "I, I, I don't want it, you, you let go."
…
The temperature in Los Angeles is still a little cold in the early morning of February, but Eric really enjoys the feeling of sitting in the courtyard of this mansion on the top of Beverly Hills. Whether it is the downtown area of Los Angeles in the south or the valley in the north, it is shrouded in a thin layer of thin air. In the fog, but Eric could feel the faint warmth of the rising sun.
In the courtyard of Elizabeth and Julia's mansion on the top of the hill, several sets of seats for viewing the view were specially placed. Eric is sitting at a round table with an IBM laptop on it, and today's The Los Angeles Times.
Although it is just eight o'clock in Los Angeles, it is already eleven o'clock in New York in the east. Eric just talked with Katzenberg about the progress of his negotiations with ABC in the morning, although the media all over the world are paying attention to this matter , Eric's newspaper also has a lot of space to report on the movements of the two parties, but contacting the parties involved in the negotiation can undoubtedly obtain more accurate first-hand information.
Moreover, there were some problems in the negotiations in New York this morning. (To be continued.)