After a pause, Eric felt a little thirsty. He got up and went to the refrigerator to take a can of beer and drank a few sips. He returned to the sofa and was about to continue when he glanced at the girl across from him and closed his mouth immediately.
Cried…
Reluctantly, he reached under the coffee table and took out the paper box, and pushed it over.
"Okay, don't cry, I won't talk."
This sentence had the opposite effect. Julia pulled out a few tissues to cover her little face, her tears became more joyful, and she even choked up a little.
According to the normal plot, at this time, women need a shoulder or something, and then say a few sentimental words of love, and then find a small dark room with dry firewood to have sex.
However, it seems that Julia made herself cry. Eric thinks he should have no position to do this, right
So the scene was a little deadlocked.
One sat there watching helplessly, while the other was crying.
As a woman, I feel that I am too stupid, and I feel ashamed when I am said to be ashamed and become angry. It is normal to build a wall with tears to wrap myself up. Give me a step, you bastard, give me a few words of comfort, and I will come down immediately, how nice it is.
But why do you feel so embarrassed now
A few minutes later, the girl had no choice but to stop crying, wiped her face, rolled up a tissue and threw it at the man opposite: "You are such a bastard."
After speaking, he stood up and walked towards the bathroom in a hurry. The makeup on the face is smeared, hey, it must be ugly.
After touching up her makeup, she fiddled with her in the bathroom for a while before coming out like a new wife, and sat down at her original position. Don't dare to scold, hum!
"I... will pay attention to the scripts that suit you as soon as possible. Don't be so anxious. If you feel bored, you can enroll in some simple courses. This will help shape your image. The public still prefers motivated actresses. Of course, appropriate It’s also okay to receive announcements from variety shows, you need to ask Kapoor about these, I just think of what to say, he is a professional manager.”
"Well," Julia nodded obediently.
"By the way, have you seen a psychiatrist about that matter?"
Julia shook her head, and then gave Eric a bitter look, blaming the bastard.
After the movie was released, she was free. I took the time to check some information, only to know what the so-called Stockholm Syndrome is. The examples listed in the book seemed absurd to her, but when it came to her abnormal behavior, she had to admit this fact.
At the same time, the release of "Wind Moon" made her quickly change from a small actor to a big star, and she was even more afraid to find a psychiatrist. If the psychiatrist accidentally revealed her illness, maybe her fledgling acting career would be more difficult. Career is over. How could the public approve of an actress who could become a sex slave at any time? So Julia didn't even dare to tell the closest people, and only Eric and her knew about this kind of thing.
Eric also quickly understood Julia's concerns, and this matter was really tricky. Once outsiders find out, a scandal is inevitable.
"This kind of thing should have a lot to do with self-confidence. I think when you first came to my house, you were in a good state, with a domineering look. If you keep on keeping it, maybe you will get better without medicine."
"You... Nonsense, I checked the information, and I blame you for this matter. If you hadn't treated me so well that night, what happened now would not happen. "
Eric raised his hand as a sign of surrender: "Well, it's all my fault."
"It was originally your fault."
Seeing Eric's embarrassed face, Julia was quite proud: "By the way, that... Why isn't Drew Barrymore here? Isn't today the weekend?"
"She lives in a boarding school, and she doesn't have to go home on weekends. Maybe she doesn't know that I'm coming back today. The girl likes to play around. When I'm not at home, she is rarely at home alone."
Julia's tone was sour: "You are so kind to her."
Eric smiled and said, "You're not the first to say that. The girl is now my creditor, and she owes a full one million. The debtors are all the bosses these days, so I have to confess."
"Ah… "
"Are you going to Fox's celebration banquet at the Hilton Hotel tonight?"
"Of course." Julia nodded and looked at her watch: "It's getting late, I have to go back."
Eric helped the girl disguise again and sent Julia out before returning to the villa.
After watching TV boringly for a while, when the sun was setting, Eric went upstairs to change a set of clothes and drove to the Hilton Hotel.
The celebratory banquet of a box-office hit movie like "Feng Yue" must be the target of the paparazzi's attention. Eric didn't like dealing with paparazzi either. He planned to take the elevator in the parking lot directly to the banquet hall, but suddenly realized that he forgot to ask which floor the party was on.
Looking around, there is no one else in the parking lot, so you can't ask the overhead camera. Eric waited unwillingly for a while in the parking lot below, hoping to meet a guest who came to the banquet with him. It's a pity that I was not very lucky. After waiting for several minutes, no one showed up. If I waited any longer, I would be noticed by the overhead camera and be regarded as a car thief with evil intentions.
Reluctantly walking out of the parking lot, he was decisively surrounded by a group of paparazzi.
Hilton's security guards were still doing their duty, and hurried over to help Eric block the crowd. While frantically pressing the shutter, the paparazzi asked gibberish questions at the top of their voices.
"Director Williams, you disappeared for a week, are you preparing for the next movie?"
"Eric, did Miss Julia Roberts get the heroine of "Feng Yue" because she slept with you?"
"Lamborghini announced that the number of reservations for the latest ghost sports car reached 153 within a week. Eric, will you continue to place ads in your next movie?"
"Eric, why didn't Miss Drew Barrymore come with you? Didn't she live with you?"
"..."
Well-intentioned, malicious, full of traps, and all kinds of messy questions buzzed in my ears. It was difficult for Eric to give an appropriate answer under the circumstances, so he didn't dare to say a word. Under the protection of the security guards, they walked forward silently and hard, entering the Hilton lobby, and the paparazzi stopped on their own initiative.
Hilton's manager greeted him with a smile.
"Mr. Williams, welcome. The celebration banquet of "Feng Yue" is on the fourth floor. Do you need me to take you there?"
Eric shook his head quickly: "No need, I'll just go there by myself."
Entering the elevator and pressing the button, Eric still saw the manager looking at him with a smile. What's the situation
In fact, the matter is very simple. The manager just watched "The Wind and Moon", and he has a good impression of Eric because of the cool hotel manager Bernie Thompson portrayed in the movie.