Chapter 1118: do not know

Chapter 1118: do not know

"Hello, Lydia," Eric reached out to the girl and gently shook her. She smiled and said, "Hey, let me guess, do you like horror movies?"

Lydia Hirst licked the cat-like eyes and suddenly showed a sly smile. When the girl is quiet, her mouth is very small, which is completely in line with Eric's aesthetics, but her mouth will become very big when she smiles. The rosy lips are cracked on the delicate doll face, more like a little witch.

With such a smile, she deflated her body and squashed her body. "Mr. Williams, is this a way for a **** to pick up a girl?"

Eric nodded in a 'depressed' position: "It seems that this time it has failed. It used to be very easy to succeed."

The girl snorted softly and squinted at a distance, saying: "I am not a casual woman who will be struggling to get caught up with your money."

"This is really too mean," Eric laughed, asking with interest: "What kind of boy do you like?"

"Well..." Lydia Hearst thought of a small chin and said: "First of all, he must be specific enough, not like some people."

"Well, I am completely out."

"Oh, secondly, he still has to be intimate enough, um, you have to be handsome, and you can't be too boring. Of course, you still have to have a little talent." The girls finished the series one by one, and stunnedly squinted at Ereli. K: "The money is not the most important anyway."

"Of course," Eric nodded. "I'm sure you will find such a boy very easily."

“Why?” Lydia subconsciously asked, and was dissatisfied: “Do you think I am a very casual girl?”

"Definitely not," Eric smiled and analyzed for her: "Look, you said that money is not the most important thing, and this has reduced the standard too much. There are always too few people in the world. There are too many people who don’t have money. In so many people who don’t have money, isn’t it easy to find the boys you need. And, the most crucial point, you are a Hearst, those boys, even It doesn't fit your standards at all, but if you can get a Hearst, um, and still a very beautiful Hearst, I think they will definitely do 100% what you want to see."

Lydia Hearst listened to Eric’s words, and suddenly she was stunned, her head slightly sideways, and her brows twitched slightly.

Eric raised the red wine in his hand and took a sigh of relief. He continued: "You see, those women are wrapped up because I am Eric Williams. Similarly, those boys because you are Lydia. Hearst, therefore, entangled. So, we are actually the same kind. Hey, why don’t we start a love between the same kind now?”

Some of the sly girls who had been washed by Eric heard the last sentence and suddenly turned a big white eye: "Eric, you are such a nasty guy."

"I know that the truth is always unacceptable, you can go back and digest it slowly," Eric said with a smile. "Come, let's change a topic."

"I don't want to talk to you any more."

Although Lydia said this, she was only slightly sideways and did not walk away. A pair of talking eyes still fell on Eric, apparently waiting for him to take the initiative.

Eric looked at the other side of the hall. Cindy and Linda still talked with a few women before turning to Lydia again. "So, I just guessed it, do you like horror movies?"

Lydia obviously had some dissatisfaction with Eric’s distraction and look elsewhere. “We must talk about movies?”

"Of course," Eric nodded. "The movie is the area I am best at. I can easily control the initiative when I talk about this topic."

"You are really not a gentleman, you have to fight for the initiative in front of the girl."

"This is really a problem. I will change it next time."

"Then why didn't you change this time?"

“It’s not good for girls to be so aggressive.”

Lydia snorted again and said, "Well, I really like horror movies. How did you guess it?"

"Do you want to hear the truth?"

Lydia remembered the remarks that Eric had just instilled in herself, and suddenly shook her head: "I don't want to."

"So, it is the best fit between us. You see, your IQ is improving immediately."

"I want to hit you now."

"Do you know, Lill, um, I think this nickname is good, definitely better than Lidi or Leah, and it is free for you."

"I don't want it," Lidia refused, and couldn't help but wonder: "What do I know?"

"Oh, that's it," Eric said in a serious way: "In the ancient East, there is a theory that has been proven many times. When a woman has the idea of ​​playing a man, she may already be unknowingly. Fall in love with each other."

"You must be nonsense," Lydia immediately retorted: "Where there is such a strange theory."

"Look, your face is already red."

Lydia immediately raised the cup in her hand: "I am drinking."

"Maybe," Eric said, indifferently, and said: "But, you seem to have not yet reached the legal drinking age?"

"Of course," Lydia raised her chin, a provocative little look: "And I haven't even reached the legal age of driving, Mr. Williams, you have been teasing a minor, you are committing a crime. ""

"This, what is the legal driving age in New York?"

"Sixteen years old."

"Oh, nice to meet you, Miss Hurst."

Eric said this, raised a glass of wine at the girl, then turned and left.

Lydia squatted, and immediately caught up with a small tail. She also stretched out her hand and pulled it on Eric's sleeve. She was dissatisfied: "Eric, I am just kidding, you are stingy." ”

Eric put the cup in a tray passing by the waiter, walked to the buffet table, picked up a plate and raised the girl to the side, saying, "Would you like something to eat?"

When Lydia saw Eric, she seemed to have completely forgotten what she had just left. She snorted and said, "Don't eat."

Eric nodded and began to pick and choose food.

Lydia held a glass of champagne standing next to him, watching his movements, and couldn’t help it in a blink of an eye, said: "Don’t want this, don’t want this, the chocolate sandwich made by the chef is hard to eat, you can taste the blueberry pudding. ""

Eric carefully picked a box of pudding and placed it on his plate and asked, "And then?"

Lydia blinked her eyes: "Is this enough?"

Eric raised the food in his hand and pointed Lydia's forehead diagonally below his chest and smiled. "What do you say?"

"How can I be so short," Lydia squinted and raised her little hand, and before she slammed it on Eric's shoulder, she stopped suddenly and braked back. Her eyes turned and she said, "Return. Yes, ham sandwiches are also available."

"Oh," Eric once again grabbed a ham sandwich, but still said: "It's weird, isn't it a chef who can't make a chocolate sandwich can make a ham sandwich?"

Lydia's nephew flashed with guilty conscience, and said: "I don't have a chef at home."

"It makes sense."

Eric nodded and didn't care about the girl's careful thoughts. He was not a picky person, not to mention the fact that the chef of the Hearst family could not be worse, more likely because of the girl's own taste.

Picking some food, Eric turned and greeted other guests along the way, and soon found an empty space by the window of the hall.

Lydia still followed the little tail, sitting opposite Eric, holding her own cup and snoring, like a cat.

So quiet for a moment, watching Eric's appearance, Lidia's eyes flashed and took the initiative to say: "Eric, in fact, my answer is not very accurate."

"It doesn't matter, I forgive you."

Lydia's little head turned and couldn't find any sharp counterattack words. She had to pout and continue: "Actually, I don't just like horror movies."

"Ok?"

"I also like the movie of John Waters, John Waters, do you know?"

When Eric heard the name, he immediately understood what the little witch had to do.

John Waters, the name may not be so loud, but if you mention his famous work, it is just a lot of people. "Pink Flamingo", a super-heavy singular underground movie, for those who are not particularly good at this aspect, watching this movie will definitely only produce a feeling, disgusting.

I took a bite of the sandwich in my hand and chewed it with pleasure. Eric’s expression shook his head indifferently: “I don’t know.”

"Oh, I really don't know. Just who said that the movie is the best area for you," Lydia immediately accused with some disappointment. However, after a while, the girl immediately reacted: "You must know, right? ?"

"I don't know, I am a big man, even if I have seen it before, I may have forgotten it."

Lydia didn't give up, saying: "The Pink Flamingo?"

"Ok?"

""Pineapple Fat"?"

"what?"

""Hair spray"?"

"baffling."

""Desperate Life"?"

Eric raised his hand and erected an index finger to make a pause in front of him. He slowly put down the sandwich in his hand and slowly pushed the window next to him. He couldn’t wait outside the window and the food was sprayed out.

After a few deep breaths, Eric took back his body and looked at Lydia, who was already over the table, and said, "Okay, you succeeded."

"Haha, hey, whirring," realizing that he was in the occasion, the girl laughed twice and quickly squatted on the table, buried her head and smirked for a while, then looked up again for a while, proudly Said: "Let you pretend."

Eric calmed back and regained his breath, but he did not have the slightest appetite. He pushed the plate in front of him and said: "Speaking, these movies are not what you a little girl should look at?"

It seems that I also realize that it is very unfair to mention these movies. Lydia is sitting down and saying, "Also, it is not. I only occasionally help my mother to sort it out. The videotapes are collected by my mother."

Eric still shook his head and said: "Your mother should not look at these things."

Lydia's tone began to be a bit harsh, saying: "In any case, she likes it and collects it. My mother is an adult."

"It doesn't matter to adulthood, John Waters, how can your mother like his movie," Eric spread his hand and said: "This is really confusing."

Lydia’s eyes sparkled, and she couldn’t help but argue: “Is there anything that can be puzzling, does my mother have no freedom to enjoy movies?”

Eric feels that the girl’s emotions are suddenly wrong. It doesn’t matter. “Of course, everyone has the freedom to choose their own preferences.”

"You, you definitely don't think so."

"So what do you think I am thinking?"

"You," Lidia said, and said, "You must be thinking about those things."

Eric is really confused: "What?"

"That is, those things," Lydia's tone suddenly became more stuttering, like a wild cat that suddenly appeared, screaming at Eric: "You are not allowed to think about my mother."

"Well," Eric reluctantly spread his hand: "If there is anything offensive, I apologize."

"You," Lidia also wanted to say. Seeing that Cindy and Linda came with the other two women, they suddenly stood up and said, "I don't want to talk to you anymore."

Looking at Lydia suddenly ran away, Eric was still confused, but still got up, nodded to Cindy a few, and let the position at the table.

Cindy walked in front of him and took the initiative to introduce Eric to the girl next to him. "Eric, I will introduce you to you. This is Irene Lancome."

"Hello, Miss Lancome," Eric and the pretty intellectual girl in front of him shook hands and wondered: "Essay Lancome?"

"Hello, Mr. Williams," Eileen Lancome smiled and shook Eric, saying: "Yashi Lancome is my grandmother."

"Oh, that's a great woman," Eric complimented and looked at another stranger.

Without waiting for Cindy to introduce himself, the girl took the initiative and reached out and said, "Hello, Mr. Williams, I am Delfina Arnault."

"Hello," Eric smiled and shook hands and said: "I saw your email this morning, but I am sorry, I am afraid I have no time."

"Why is this absolutely so, Mr. Williams, maybe we can take the time to talk."

Eric just smiled and let a few women sit down, and he sat next to the empty space.

When the waiter gave a few people a drink, Cindy tweeted: "So, just a little girl failed?"

"I don't know, mentioning her mother suddenly became excited."

Cindy, Linda and Delfina Arnault also showed a puzzled expression.

Irene Lancome whispered: "Ridiya's mother is Patty, Patty Hearst."

After Irene Lancome finished, Cindy and Linda immediately showed a blank expression.

Delfina Arnault, like Eric, is still confused.

However, it is clear that the three women who know the reason are not willing to give them two explanations.