I’m in Hollywood

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

Lydia Hearst blinked her cat-like eyes, and suddenly gave a sly smile. When the girl is quiet, her mouth is very small, which is completely in line with Eric's aesthetics, but when she smiles, her mouth will be opened wide, and her rosy lips will split on the delicate baby face, more like a little witch.

With such a smile, Lydia shrank back defensively, and said, Mr. Williams, is this how a playboy would approach girls?

Eric nodded with a 'depressed' expression: It seems that this time it is going to fail. It was easy to succeed in the past.

Lydia snorted arrogantly, and glanced not far away, and said, I'm not one of those random women who will desperately entangle your money when she sees you.

This is so mean, Eric smiled and asked with interest: What kind of boy do you like?

Well... Lydia Hearst raised her chin and thought for a while, and said, First of all, he must be single enough to not be like some people.

Well, Eric Williams is out.

Hmph, secondly, he has to be caring enough, um, he has to be handsome, and he can't be too dumb. Of course, he must still have some talent. I don't like stupid people, the girl said after counting them one by one. Glancing at Eric: Anyway, money is not the most important thing.

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

Why? Lydia asked subconsciously, and said dissatisfiedly, Do you think I'm the kind of casual girl?

Definitely not, Eric explained to her with a smile: Look, you said that money is not the most important thing, which lowered the standard too much. There are always too few rich people in this world. , There are too many people without money. Among so many people without money, isn't it easy enough to find the boy you need. And, most importantly, you are a Hearst, those boys, even if Totally not up to your standards, but if they can get a Hearst, um, and a beautiful Hearst, I think they'll definitely be 100% what you want to see.

Lydia listened to Eric's words, she was a little stunned, her head was slightly sideways, and her brows were slightly frowned.

Eric raised the red wine in his hand and took a sip, and continued in a faint tone: Look, those women are entangled because I am Eric Williams. Similarly, those boys are because you are Lydia Hearst, that's why we're entangled. So, we're actually the same kind. Hey, why don't we start a love affair between the same kind now?

The somewhat stunned girl who was washed by Eric immediately rolled her eyes when she heard the last sentence: Eric, you are really a disgusting guy.

I know,

The truth is always so unacceptable, you can go back and digest it slowly, Eric smiled and said, Come on, let's change the topic.

I don't want to talk to you anymore.

Although Lydia said that, she just turned slightly to the side with a gesture, and did not mean to go away at all. A pair of talking eyes still fell on Eric, obviously waiting for him to take the initiative to speak.

Eric glanced at the other side of the hall, Cindy and Linda were still chatting with a few female guests before turning to Lydia in front of them again and said, So, did I guess right, you like horror movies?

Lydia was obviously dissatisfied with Eric's distracted look and said, Do we have to talk about movies?

Of course, Eric nodded. Film is my best field. It's easier for me to control the initiative when talking about this topic.

You're not a gentleman. You have to fight for the initiative in front of girls.

This is indeed a problem, and I will definitely change it next time.

Then why didn't you change this time?

It's not good for girls to like being aggressive so much.

Lydia snorted again before saying, Well, I do like horror movies, how did you guess?

You want to hear the truth?

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

So, it's best to get along with others of the same kind. You see, with me, your IQ will improve immediately.

I really want to hit you now.

You know, Lil, um, I think this nickname is good, it's definitely better than Lidi or Leah, and I'll give it to you for free.

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

Oh, that's right, Eric said solemnly: In the ancient East, there is a theory that has been proven many times, when a woman has the idea of ​​hitting a man, she may have unknowingly fell in love with each other.”

You must be talking nonsense, Lydia immediately retorted: How can there be such a strange theory.

Look, your face is already red.

Lydia immediately raised the cup in her hand: I'm drinking.

Maybe, Eric said indifferently, However, you don't seem to be of legal drinking age, right?

Of course, Lydia raised her chin with a defiant look: And I'm not even of legal driving age, Mr. Williams, you've been molesting a minor, you're committing a crime. .

Well, what's the legal driving age in New York?

Sixteen.

Now, it's nice to meet you, Miss Hearst.

Eric said, raised his glass to the girl, then turned and left.

Lydia was stunned for a moment, and immediately caught up with her tail like a small tail, and stretched out her little hand to pull down Eric's sleeve, dissatisfied: Eric, I'm just joking, you are so stingy.

Eric put the cup into a tray of a passing waiter, walked to the buffet table, picked up a plate and raised it at the girl next to him, and said, Want something to eat?

When Lydia saw Eric, she seemed to have completely forgotten what she had just suddenly left behind, she pouted and said, Don't eat.

Eric nodded and began to choose food on his own.

Lydia stood next to him holding a glass of champagne, watching his movements, she couldn't help it in a blink of an eye, and said, Don't do this, don't do this, the chocolate sandwiches made by my uncle's chef are terrible, you can try blueberry pudding. .

Eric kindly picked a box of pudding on his plate and asked, And then?

Lydia blinked: Is that enough?

Eric raised the food pinch in his hand and slanted Lydia's forehead below his chest, and said with a smile, What do you think?

How can I be so short? Lydia pouted and raised her small hand subconsciously, before patting it on Eric's shoulder, but stopped suddenly as though she had braked, she retracted awkwardly, rolled her eyes, and said, Also Yes, ham sandwiches, too.

Oh, Eric picked up another ham sandwich, but still said, It's strange, isn't it, a chef who can't make chocolate sandwiches can make ham sandwiches?

Lydia's eyes flickered with guilt, and she differentiated: My uncle's house is not the only cook.

Makes sense.

Eric nodded, ignoring the girl's thoughts. He was not a picky person, not to mention that the Hearst family's cook couldn't be any worse. It was more likely because of the girl's own taste.

Picking out some more food, Eric turned around and greeted the other guests along the way, and soon found a vacant seat by the window in the hall.

Lydia still followed like a small tail, sitting opposite Eric, holding her cup and sipping, like a cat.

After such a quiet moment, seeing Eric eating, Lydia's eyes flashed, and she took the initiative to say, Eric, in fact, my answer just now is not very accurate.

It's okay, I just forgive you.

Lydia turned her head around and couldn't find any sharp words to counterattack, so she pouted and continued: Actually, I don't just like horror movies.

Um?

I also like John Waters movies, John Waters, do you know me?

When Eric heard the name, he immediately understood what the little witch was thinking.

John Waters, the name may not be that loud, but when it comes to his famous work, it is simply 'like thunder' to many people. Pink Flamingo, a super-heavy and curious underground movie, for audiences without this special hobby, after watching this movie, there will definitely only be a feeling of disgust.

Taking a casual bite of the sandwich in his hand and chewing it with pleasure, Eric shook his head indifferently: I don't know.

Hmph, I really don't know, just now who said that movies are her best field, Lydia immediately accused with some disappointment, but after a while, the girl immediately reacted and said suspiciously: You sure know, right?

I don't know. I am a big man. Even if I have seen it somewhere, I may have forgotten it.

Lydia did not give up and said, Pink Flamingo?

Um?

Pineapple Butter?

what?

Hair spray?

baffling.

Life of Despair?

Eric raised his index finger and made a pause in front of him, slowly put down the sandwich in his hand, and pushed open the window next to him in slow motion. go out.

After taking a few deep breaths in a row, Eric retracted his body, looked at Lydia who was already overjoyed across the dining table, and said, Okay, you succeeded.

Haha, uh, huhuhu, realizing the situation she was in, the girl laughed twice, then hurriedly lay down on the table, buried her head and smirked for a while, before raising her head again, smugly. Said, Let you pretend.

Eric calmed down his breath and managed to recover, but he lost the slightest appetite. He pushed the dinner plate in front of him aside and said, Speaking of which, aren't these movies that you, a little girl, should watch?

She also seemed to realize that mentioning these films would be very unladylike. Lydia sat upright and said, Yeah, it's not, I just help my mother sort it out occasionally. The video tapes are all collected by my mother.

Eric still shook his head and said, Your mother shouldn't look at these things either.

Lydia's tone became a little dull, and said: Anyway, she likes these, so she collected them. My mother is an adult.

It doesn't matter whether you are an adult or not, John Waters, how could your mother like his movies, Eric spread his hands and said, This is really puzzling.

Lydia's eyes flickered, but she still couldn't help arguing: There's nothing to understand, doesn't my mother have the freedom to like any movie?

Eric felt that the girl's mood was suddenly wrong, and nodded indifferently: Of course, everyone has the freedom to choose their own preferences.

You, you definitely don't think so.

Then what do you think I'm thinking?

You, Lydia said after a pause, you must be thinking about those things.

Eric was really at a loss: What things?

That's right, those are the things, Lydia's tone suddenly became more stammered, like a wild cat that suddenly went wild, glaring at Eric: You are not allowed to miss my mother that much.

Okay, Eric spread his hands helplessly: If there is any offense, I'll apologize.

You, Lydia wanted to say something, seeing Cindy and Linda walking over with two other women, suddenly stood up angrily, and said, I don't want to talk to you anymore.

Seeing Lydia suddenly running away, Eric was still confused, but he got up, nodded to Cindy a few times, and gave up his seat by the dining table.

Cindy walked to the front and took the initiative to introduce the girl beside Eric, saying: Eric, let me introduce you, this is Erin Lauder.

Hello, Miss Lauder, Eric shook hands with the somewhat intellectual girl in front of him, and asked in confusion, Estee Lauder?

Erin Lauder smiled and shook hands with Eric, Estee Lauder is my grandmother.

Oh, that's an amazing woman, Eric complimented, looking at another stranger again.

Before Cindy took the initiative to introduce, the girl reached out her hand and said, Hello, Mr. Williams, I'm Delphine Arnault.

Hello, Eric smiled and shook hands with the other party, I saw your email this morning, but I'm so sorry, I'm afraid I don't have time.

Why be so absolute, Mr. Williams, maybe we can talk about it sometime.

Eric just smiled and let a few women sit down before he sat in the empty seat next to him.

When the waiter brought drinks to a few people, Cindy joked: So, you just failed to coax the little girl?

I don't know. When I mention her mother, I suddenly get excited.

Cindy, Linda, and Delphine Arnault also showed puzzled expressions.

Erin Lauder whispered, Lydia's mother is Patty, Patty Hearst.

After Erin Lauder finished speaking, both Cindy and Linda immediately showed stunned expressions.

Eric still felt inexplicable, and when he glanced at Delphine Arnault, the other party was obviously confused.

However, Irene Lauder just mentioned this. The three women who obviously knew the reason, refused to explain anything to the two of them, but took the initiative to change the subject.