Chapter 1112: Look at yourself
Eric was bitten and there were not many people to know. After Amy Pascal and Tina Brown walked away, Eric was no longer so evasive. He smiled and asked the opposite girl: "What are you looking for?" ?"
Shantou sat on the opposite side, two small arms on the table, licked a small white tooth, said: "Help you revenge."
Eric reached out and touched the delicate face of the girl's head, and said, "Hey, I help her, I don't want to bully her, okay?"
"Hey," Shantou shook his head and opened Eric’s hand to touch his face. He was dissatisfied: "Eric, I am jealous."
Elizabeth also reacted at this time, faintly said: "I am also awkward."
Julia's attachment was with a bang, and she said that she was also jealous.
"Okay, don't do this," Eric smacked on his little chin and took back his hand. He said: "I am under great psychological pressure. If you oppress it again, there may be problems. In case I am crazy. No one can support you anymore."
When Elizabeth heard Eric say this, she suddenly rolled her eyes and said, "If you are crazy, we will build a world's most luxurious mental hospital for you."
Julia once again echoed and nodded, a portrait that I really wanted to live in as soon as possible.
Shantou suddenly quieted down, staring at Eric intently. After a few seconds, suddenly ignored the cup and saucer on the middle table, and ignored the eyes of the surrounding guests, and leaned together to make up. Come over, kneeling on the square table and licking Eric's shoulder and kissing a few times on his lips, then he slid back and squatted back and stood firmly: "Well, I let her go."
It wasn't until the figure of the girl walked away that Elizabeth reacted from the stunned look, looking at the table in front of him, and looked at Eric for a few seconds, then reached over and took a hand on the man's waist and got up and said: "Let me Going out, I must be far from this little madman in the future."
Eric smiled and got up and let go, waiting for Elizabeth to leave Julia to leave, only to signal the waiters not far away to clean up.
Nicole didn't know where to flash, and she was carrying her girlfriend Naomi Watts.
Looking at the waiter who was packing up, Nicole was very confused and said, "What happened?"
"Nothing," Eric shook his head and greeted Naomi Watts: "Hello, Nami, what are you up to lately?"
"Good evening, Mr. Williams," Naomi Watts looked curiously at the situation and responded to Eric’s words: "I just got a character from Miramax. Nicole helped me introduce it."
At this time, Eric could have no interest in what Naomi Watts got, but just nodded at random, waiting for the waiter to pack the long table in front of him, and then signaled the two women to sit down and re-send to the waiter. A glass of red wine, chat with two women at random.
A moment later, a 60-year-old man with gray hair and a few other people came over and introduced each other. Eric knew that the other party was Robert Reem, the president of the Academy of Film Arts and Sciences who just took office last year.
The president of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences has adopted a rotating system and has been rechanging it regularly. The term of office is completely irregular. Eric is also not interested in knowing these old men who are at least 60 years old.
A few words, Robert Rem hopes that Eric can talk with everyone alone, so he bids farewell to Nicole and a group of people come to a conference room in the Hilton Hotel.
When I entered the conference room, I found that some other important Hollywood figures who attended the Vanity Fair party tonight were also on the scene.
There is no formal issue, it is more like a mobilization meeting.
The college hopes that Hollywood can pay more attention to the artistry of film production in the studio, not to be too commercialized, and look forward to next year's Oscar will not happen again this year. Although the topic is somewhat tasteless, the elderly are very embarrassed. When everyone leaves the conference room, the time has passed for nearly an hour.
Returning to the party hall again, Eric found that the girls of Shantou, Elizabeth, and Nicole had all left, and it was true that the three monks had no water to drink.
Although there were still some parties at the party, Eric was also interested in reluctant entertainment, and for a while, he left the party hall and planned to return to the Pointe Manor.
When I came to the downstairs hall of the hotel, I found a pink figure standing at the gate and holding a handbag in my hand.
Recognizing this figure, Eric said with a sigh: "Hey, Laura."
Laura Spencer heard the sound behind her, turned her head and looked at it, suppressing the sudden acceleration of her heartbeat and revealing a smile. "Mr. Williams, you, is this going to go back?"
After being sent to the media wall by Eric, the girl could always find Eric at the party tonight, but she did not have the opportunity to contact him again. If there are other situations, she will certainly cherish the opportunity to meet some people, but tonight she is completely touched by a man, completely without the idea of communication.
Just an hour later, Laura Spencer couldn't find Eric at the party, thinking that he had left, and she had no thoughts to continue to stay at the party. I didn't expect it. Rick will suddenly appear behind her.
“Yeah,” Eric smiled and said, “What about you?”
"All the cars in the hotel are sent out," Laura Spencer said with a little embarrassed tone, but with some faint expectations, said: "I have to wait a little longer."
"This way, then I will send you back."
The two said, Eric’s bodyguard had already drove his car outside the hotel. Laura Spencer hesitated a little and went to the car with Eric.
When the car door closed and the driver started the car to drive out of the Hilton Hotel, Eric asked the girl next to him: "Yes, where do you live?"
"Hollywood Royce Hotel."
"Hollywood, oh, that needs to turn around," Eric said, casually speaking to the front: "Aaron?"
Eric did not put down the compartment partition. The driver in the front row naturally heard the conversation between the two people. When he nodded against the rearview mirror, he took the initiative to start turning the steering wheel.
Eric lives in Malibu and needs to go west, but Hollywood is east of the Hilton Hotel. Laura Spencer felt that the car started to turn, and suddenly she wanted to say that she didn't have to turn around, but she still couldn't be happy, and it was too embarrassing if she was rejected by the big boss.
only.
As the famous playboy, the big boss did not initiate the initiative, which made Laura Spencer rush to disappointment.
Moreover, along the way, Eric’s mood was obviously not as high or even silent as it was when he left the awards ceremony.
Did you encounter a fake Eric Williams?
More than ten minutes later, outside the Hollywood Royce Hotel, Laura Spencer looked at the black Maybach luxury car, and there was a faint resentment in my heart.
I must have met a fake Eric Williams.
This guy.
Leaving the still-losing downtown Los Angeles and returning to the Pointe Manor, the time is approaching midnight.
The car slowly entered the manor gate, and Eric asked: "What about her?"
"Miss Kaiser," the driver in the front row paused. "She refused to go to the rest of Mary's house and seemed to be sitting on the tennis court."
Eric remembered that except for himself and the women close to him, no one else had the right to enter the shell villa. In addition to the shell villas, there are several apartments in the manor for the bodyguards and servants.
Looking at the car and driving to the tennis court, Eric said: "I can do it here, go to rest."
The driver stopped the car and Eric got out of the car and walked straight to the manor tennis court with a light on it. He quickly found a figure sitting on a bench on the tennis court.
Carmen Kass seemed to be in a daze, not paying attention to Eric, until Eric sat down beside her, the girl reacted, the bunny jumped up, and stood quietly next to Erik. .
By the side of the picture, Eric said: "Come here."
After hesitation, Carmen Kass sat down in the right position, perhaps, slightly moved away from a man.
Eric did not care, his hands on the back of the chair, leaning back, looking up at the dark nights of the stars in the night.
After I didn't know how long, Eric had some self-deprecating smile and took the initiative to say: "It feels so strange, I now feel like raising a little lover, but also to fear the big wife to bully you, why should I So good to you?"
"I," Carmen Kass bit his lip and said, "I am not your lover."
"Yeah, I am even more disadvantaged," Eric shook his head again. "I will help you tonight, let them not bully you, you are not grateful."
"They," Carmen Case thought of Giselle, hesitated, whispered: "They are not good women."
"A woman who bites her man is a good woman?"
"I am not your woman."
Eric nodded: "Oh, yes, it wasn't."
Carmen Kass would like to say that it is not in the future, just, remembering what happened during this time, this sentence has not been able to be said anyway. After a moment, she muttered in a very small voice: "I, I want to thank you, and, that day, I am sorry."
Eric snorted and didn't speak again.
She sat next to it, and after a while, the little man took the initiative to say: "You, your arm, are you?"
“Hey,” Eric put his right hand over and said, “Look at yourself.”
Watching the man put an arm over, she subconsciously made a precautionary action, but after a while, she gently put the arm on her lap, rolled up the sleeves of the suit and shirt, and uncovered it. A layer of gauze wound.