Chapter 50: I can't help but want to kill you.

Chapter 50: I can't help but want to kill you.

The takeaway was quickly sent over, and the two people finished the dinner, and the sky was completely dark. Leaning on the sofa and watching TV for a while, Eric took Drew upstairs to prepare the bedroom for the girl.

"Eric, I want to sleep with you." Drew licked his mouth and took the quilt that Eric took out of the cupboard in his arms.

I took out a pillow and took a shot. Eric said casually: "Don't make trouble, Drew, don't you want me to get into trouble again?"

"But this is your home, who knows?"

"You forgot the last thing so soon, if it wasn't for you, it wouldn't happen so much afterwards, well, come with me."

Drew reluctantly followed Eric and came to a free bedroom.

"Just here, there is hot water in the bathroom, oh, I forgot you can't take a shower, just like this, go to bed early."

After explaining it, Eric went out of Drew's bedroom and walked to the study.

After writing a few pages of "Resident Evil" novels, Eric stretched out and took a box of cigarettes from the drawer to the balcony, looking up, and the whole Los Angeles was shrouded in a splendid bustling.

Sitting down on a lounge chair on the balcony and lighting the cigarette, Eric leaned back on the back of the chair, and inexplicably remembered what he said on the phone at Anthony noon. Is it really like a passer?

There was a subtle noise behind him, and I turned my head. Because there was no pajamas, Drew, wearing a wide T-shirt of Eric, was on tiptoe, and the cat seemed to sneak in, and after being discovered by Eric, it was lovely. Spit out your tongue.

"Eric, I can't sleep." Drew got together and pushed Eric to the other side of the large reclining chair. He lay down beside him, his head resting on Eric's arm.

I grabbed the cigarette in Eric’s hand and took a sip of it, spit a bubble, frowned slightly, and stuffed the cigarette to Eric.

"No big ramie tastes good?" Eric smacked at the cigarette **** and asked with a smile.

"Of course," Drewley replied, of course.

"Don't touch those things anymore," Eric patted his shoulder.

"Ok……"

This season, Los Angeles night is very cold, Eric himself does not matter, Drew only wears a T-shirt, with two white long legs. In a hurry, he took two more cigarettes and threw the cigarettes into the trash can. Eric slightly pulled a blanket from the side and covered the two people.

"Eric, what have you thought about?" Drew asked curiously in his head.

Eric carefully pulled the blanket for Drew and whispered: "I want Anne, don't know where she is in New York?"

"Actually..." Drew hesitated, saying: "I know."

"Ok?"

"I didn't promise you. I will explain to Aniston about the day. Then I asked some people for a contact. I got her contact information. She lives in Manhattan, New York. I didn't remember the address, but I didn't remember it. I wrote it on paper and will give it to you tomorrow."

Eric smiled: "How come to me?"

"I want to make you happy."

"True."

Drew hit the snake with the stick: "Is there a reward? At least kiss me?" said the doll face.

Eric kissed Druid gently on Drew's face, and Drew snorted with a sigh of relief, kissed back, and finally slid a little tongue on Eric's face and giggled. stand up.

"Eric, can you sing? Give me a song, okay?"

Eric did not refuse, patted Drew’s shoulder and said: “乖乖猫, warm cat, little plush ball...”

"H, don't listen to the children's songs," Drew smiled and scratched at Eric. He suddenly thought of something, got out of the blanket and walked into the room. When he came back for a while, he had more hands. An acoustic guitar.

"This thing hangs on my bedroom wall, Eric, can you play the guitar?"

Eric took over and arbitrarily fiddled with a few tune: "No, this is what the former owner left behind."

"Try it, I want to listen." Drewsa was plucked into the blanket again.

Eric had to sit up, put the guitar on his lap, tried to fiddle with it, and glanced at the lights under Beverly Hills, brewing for a few seconds, and gently opening:

*The window of Boeing 727 reflects your tearful eyes

*Overlooking the city, everything is invisible

* When the sunset turns the **** kitchen into heaven

*You turned your face

*I picked up a mess of hair in your ear

* Say everything will be safe and sound

*As long as we are together, forever, forever.

*As long as we are together, forever, forever.

*......

Some of the guitar skills I learned in college days have long been forgotten. Eric just swayed with the feeling, and the hoarse voice was scattered in the night wind, giving a feeling of inexplicable emotion.

After a song, Drew squinted for a moment and said: "Eric, will we be together forever?"

Putting the guitar aside, Eric lay back again, and Aniston’s words appeared in his mind, remembering his experience of coming to the world inexplicably after drinking: “Who knows, maybe wake up, I am dead. I can't say it."

Drura pulled over Eric’s arm and gently rubbed it. “If you are dead, I will be with you.”

Eric laughed: "There is romance. According to Western conventions, perhaps our story will be compiled into a beautiful love story, and then arranged into a drama such as "Eric and Drew", one year. In one year, a venue will be performed in the theater. If it is in the story of the Orientals, we may be a pair of unyielding men and women who are brave in their pursuit of love. In the end, they will become a pair of butterflies, flying together, and the men and women will repeat our stories. Throughout the tears, the old-fashioned parents will educate the rebellious children: then dare to chaos and be careful to change the butterfly."

"Haha," Drew chuckled. "Eric, listen to you, I can't help but want to kill you, then commit suicide. So in the people's story, we can be together forever." It is."

Eric knocked on Drew’s head and said, “If you really want to do this, our story is more likely to be a bizarre murder in the police investigation room.”

Drew slammed his head as usual, and the two men quietly leaned for a while, and the **** was no longer looking for words.

"Eric, what is your dream?"

"How come this suddenly?"

"Just curiosity, talk about it."

Eric got up and changed his posture. "I don't like the word dream. I like to use ideals. Dreams are always boundless, ideals are down to earth."

"What about your ideal?"

"My ideals," Eric sank, awkwardly said: "A lot of female stars, a bunch of children's stars to become a movie legend is not counted?"

Druyan started to use the back of his head to gently hammer on Eric’s arm and smiled: “It’s vulgar!”

"Okay, it's too late, sleep."

"Well, are you sleeping here?"

"I will catch a cold."

"Then you hug me back," Drew raised his hands around Eric's neck and spoiled.

Eric stood up helplessly and reached out to Drew. He just straightened up and suddenly seemed to be pulling off. He sank down and shouted: "Oh, really, old, old, can’t move. ""

"You really hate it," Drew, who was shocked, smiled and hit Eric, but clung to Eric's neck and didn't let go. Eric had no choice but to pick up the girl to her. The bedroom went.