Chapter 1139: blackberries
Stephanie Seymour didn't think that Eric would be so direct and squatting, and his expression was a bit sorrowful, but he still sat up and seemed to suddenly think of something in the blink of an eye. "Yes, Eric, we have a party tonight. I was planning to invite Cindy to come over. Are you free?"
At this time, Eric was thinking of Xindi. When he didn't think much, he nodded and said: "Okay."
"So, at seven in the evening," Stefani Seymour didn't think Eric would talk so well this time, his face was bright, and he quickly added: "Of course, you and Cindy can come when you come."
Sending Stefani Seymour back to the sofa and sitting down, Eric said: "A woman who is not very smart, and still not content."
Cindy occupies the position of Stephanie Seymour, leaning on Eric, and smiles: "Does men not want women to be stupid?"
"I like smart women now, the smarter I am."
Cindy threw a white eye and said: "I intend to let her try to take over my position."
"The National Supermodel Competition?"
"Ok."
Eric remembers the original "American Supermodel Contest" and said: "Why don't you try Tyra, I think she should be better."
When I selected the "National Supermodel Contest" and "Tianqiao Pride" host, Eric considered the original version of Tara Banks, but Tara Banks was too young and not popular. Later, it was so high that this position fell on Cindy.
"I also thought about it, but she is black."
Eric nodded and immediately understood.
If the host at the beginning of this show is black, maybe nothing. But if you suddenly change the moderator from white to black when the popularity is booming, this adds too much risk. Although all kinds of people in Hollywood film and television dramas are happy, the issue of racial discrimination is absolutely ingrained in this country.
"In this case, you can do it, I will talk to Anne Sweeney tomorrow morning."
After Eric finished, the two suddenly silenced together.
After a few moments, Cindy was in a whisper with a whisper: "Eric, are you embarrassed?"
Eric took the woman over and reached out to her lower abdomen. She shook her head. "No, it’s just another responsibility. I always knew that I couldn’t be a good father."
"You have done a good job," Cindy put down her mind and leaned on Eric. "I don't think anyone can do better than you, Kevin, Xia Xia, and Emma." ""
After holding together for a while, Eric said again: "But, as my mother's mother, you don't want to leave me easily afterwards."
"You didn't always want to put me and Linda together. I feel like this lately. Just, you have to be careful, Mr. Williams, I am actually not satisfied with Fanny."
"Smart women can be greedy."
"Ha ha."
There are already three little guys, and in the face of the little life in Cindy's belly, Eric is no longer as uncomfortable as when he was pregnant with Virginia and Joanna. Cindy is indeed a smart woman, and I don't need Eric to be especially embarrassed. Both of them accepted this very calmly and expectantly.
I enjoyed the world of two people in the Cindy apartment until I was dark, and I remembered that I had promised to attend the party of Stephanie Seymour in the afternoon.
There was nothing wrong at night, and Eric rushed over with Cindy.
Another mansion in the Upper East Side.
It’s already past half past seven, and Peter Brant and Stephanie Seymour have entertained the guests in the hall, but their attention has not been able to concentrate on the guests.
Today's party is to celebrate Stefani Seymour's publication of his own beauty book, and the supermodels on the front line often write similar books to earn some extra money.
Peter Brant was just beginning to worry about this matter. He just couldn't help his wife's insistence and agreed to hold a small gathering at home. However, when the wife came back in the afternoon and heard that Eric Williams would come to the party tonight, Peter Brant immediately became keen.
Although Eric has already been on the forefront of the Forbes list, the personal wealth and social influence of Eric at this time is completely different from what it was a few years ago.
The multi-billion-dollar super-rich, and the media tycoon and other titles, able to entertain such celebrities at home, is definitely a very face-to-face thing for Peter Brant. Even if you write an autobiography or a memoir in the future, you can make a special sentence. This kind of thing is not exaggerated. Many celebrity biographies will mention that their family has hosted politicians and celebrities to show their status and friendship.
Therefore, in order for Eric Williams to visit this event to bring greater influence in his own social circle, Peter Brant immediately expanded the original small-scale family gathering into a lively reception. Even some of the VIPs who were very uncertain about the weekdays were invited, and they heard that Eric Williams would come over tonight and agreed.
Then, the start of the reception was at seven o'clock in the evening.
Most of the guests arrived on time, but it is now 7:30, and Eric Williams has not yet appeared.
After paying a guest, Peter Brent looked at his watch. It was already 7:40. He couldn’t help but pull his wife. He whispered a little anxiously. "Fanny, you are sure Eric is tonight. Will you come over?"
If Eric didn't come over tonight, the Brant family would have to lose an adult tonight.
Stephanie Seymour also knew the benefits, but did not dare to pack the ticket again. He said he was hesitant. "I personally invited, Williams also agreed, or else, wait five minutes, if they have not Come over, I called and asked."
Peter Brant listened to his wife's tone of shimmering and shouting. He didn't fight for a fight. He didn't delay her time. He said impatiently: "Go play now, don't wait another five minutes."
Stephanie Seymour smashed and just about to go and call. A waiter who was specially sent outside by Peter Brant appeared at the door of the hall and gestured to Peter Brant.
Seeing the gesture of the waiter, Peter Brant’s heart was finally put down, completely ignoring the wife next to him and walking quickly to the gate.
Stephanie Seymour stood in the same place and reacted, and quickly followed.
The two came out of the door, and Eric had just pulled Cindy's little hand down from the car.
"Good evening, Eric, I’m so glad that you can come over," Peter Brant’s face was not exactly the same, and he reached out to Eric.
Eric and Peter Brant shook hands and said, "Sorry, Peter, I and Cindy may be a little late."
"It doesn't matter," Peter Brant shook his head and cuddled courteously with Cindy. "Miss Crow, you are so beautiful tonight."
"Oh, thank you, Peter," Cindy smiled with a little complaint and said: "However, you directly call Eric's name, but call me Miss Crawford. Is this deliberately alienating me?"
"Of course not, this is just a respect for a beautiful lady."
"Oh, you still call me Cindy," Cindy laughed, and did not neglect the Stephanie Seymour next to him. He volunteered and said, "Oh, and Fanny, you look pretty tonight." It."
I greeted each other and four talents entered the Blant home.
The guests in the hall have already heard the news of Eric’s arrival. Although everyone knows that Eric is late, there is no complaint. Instead, he is thinking about how to wait for the other party to stay. A good impression.
In a word, Peter Brant is also a self-made man. He relied on some friendship with Pop Art Master Andy Warhol to grab the first bucket of gold. Then, with decades of operation, he gradually built the current Brant. The Media Group mainly deals in paper media such as newspapers and magazines.
Western party parties are basically to expand their connections, and Eric has been able to respond very skillfully over the years.
Under the introduction of Peter Brant, and some guests chilled, everyone looked for people interested in each other to discuss each other in groups.
Thanks to the development of Andy Warhol, Peter Brant and the New York art scene have come very close. Tonight, many artists and art dealers have appeared at the reception.
At this time, listening to the idea that the art dealers hinted at selling some contemporary artists' works, Eric listened with great interest, and when the other party finished speaking, he laughed: "Tony, actually I prefer classicism. Paintings, especially John William Waterhouse's paintings, can be contacted at any time with my assistant's office if you can find them."
The art dealer named Tony Roy did not show anything at all. He was very graceful and nodded. "Mr. Williams, I will definitely pay attention."
After that, Tony Roy gave a toast to Eric and turned away.
When the other party left, Cindy, who took Eric’s arm, smiled and said: “Eric, do you really like the painting of John William Waterhouse? I haven’t seen your art. Interested."
“Of course,” Eric nodded to the citizen, saying: “If you see the painter’s work, you will definitely understand why I like it. However, John William Waterhouse’s paintings are basically in the UK. In the big museum. If there is a real work, I don't mind buying it at a high price."
That being said, Eric is about to go to the buffet table with Cindy to eat something. He just turned around and saw the two people come down and the couple who came to say hello just came over. Eric saw the lady in the couple. A glass of wine was poured on Cindy, and when I reached out, the glass of champagne poured directly onto the sleeve of the Eric shirt.
"Oh, I am sorry, Mr. Williams."
This is purely an accident, Eric naturally will not be angry, shaking his head and laughing and saying that it is okay to have some minor situations here, the Brants soon came over.
"It doesn't matter," Eric looked at the expressions of concern, and wiped it with a facial tissue handed over by Cindy. He said to Brant: "Sorry, can you use your bathroom?"
"Of course," Peter Bran said, and told his wife: "Fanny, you take Eric to clean up."
"Eric, come with me," Stephanie Seymour made a gesture of asking, with Eric coming to a bathroom upstairs.
Going to the pool, Eric first washed his hands and was about to clean the cuffs again, only to find that Stephanie Seymour stood at the door of the bathroom, not only did not leave, but closed the door.
Eric smiled and looked at some of the little shrewd flashes in the woman's eyes. "Why, what do you want to do bad things?"
"Eric," Stephanie Seymour also showed some smiles. "I suddenly understood why Cindy suddenly gave up the position of the host of the "American Supermodel Contest."
Eric dipped some water and cuffs, listening to the woman's self-smart smug tone, eyes screaming, said: "Oh, why?"
Stephanie Seymour was keenly aware of the emotional changes in Eric, but she did not want to lose. The body leaned on the door and took some defensive postures. "Do you really want me to say it?"
Eric wiped his hand and slammed it on the marble table. He said, "Come here."
Stephanie Seymour subconsciously stepped forward, but immediately stopped and strongly supported: "I will not pass, you have to beat me again."
Eric shrugged indifferently: "That's it."
Looking at Eric will leave, Stephanie Seymourton, bargaining: "You, you will not beat me, I will pass."
"Come on, I won't beat you."
Stephanie Seymour hesitated, only to walk over, just arrived at Eric, and was attached to the washstand.
"You, you bastard, talking is not a word."
Eric unknowingly picked up the woman's evening gown and said: "I have always talked and talked."
"You," Stephanie Seymour followed Eric with some rude movements, his body was completely soft on the washstand, his face was red, but his mouth was still not forgiving: "Are you going to come once in five minutes? It's really nothing." Used man."
Eric secluded: "The way to change the stimulus is fine."
Stephanie Seymour groaned and saw Eric picking up a box of hand cream on the washstand and realizing that he was struggling to stand up: "Bastard, you can't do this."
A slap in the palms did not hesitate to smoke again. Stephanie Seymour was soft and his body slammed down. Before he could breathe, the scorpion slammed into a large piece of broken cloth. Come over and block the woman’s whimper.
The next afternoon, I talked with the president of AE TV Network about the follow-up arrangement of the "American Supermodel Contest", and Eric boarded the plane back to Los Angeles.
Looking at the big apple area that was gradually moving away from the porthole, Eric couldn't help but laugh at the last night.
Meyer walked in with a disc file, just noticed the eccentric smile of Eric's mouth, and looked at it suspiciously before putting the folder down. "Eric, Nokia about RIM. The analysis report came out, their BlackBerry's prospects are really good, but the company also has many problems."