I’m in Hollywood

The taxi stopped in front of Eric's villa, and Drew paid and got out of the taxi. The black driver, who looked a bit like Jordan, glanced at the bruises on his knees under Drew's skirt and couldn't help asking, Miss Barrymore, do you need my help?

Drew shook his head: Thank you, no need.

After speaking, he limped forward and rang the doorbell. The black driver couldn't help but look at the high fence, because the tabloids were so crazy recently, and there were obviously a few paparazzi cars parked not far away, so he quickly remembered that it was Eric Williams Si family, but this has nothing to do with him as a taxi driver, shrugged, started the car and left.

Hearing the familiar voice from the walkie-talkie in front of the door, Drew finally felt the pain in her knee and wanted to cry. Only in front of Eric could she have the opportunity to act like a soft little girl, because only he will care for her.

Eric, it's me, Drew said to the walkie-talkie.

Drew, wait, I'll be right here.

After a while, the door opened. Eric saw Drew, who was a little embarrassed, and quickly let the girl in, closed the door, and said with concern, Dru, what's wrong with you, why did your leg hurt like this?

Drew said with a little grievance: My mother doesn't know what's crazy, she locked me in the room and wouldn't let me out. I had to climb down from the second floor, the sheets were not fastened...

Eric quickly realized that Drew's mother was really stupid, but he didn't rush to say it. He squatted down and checked for the girl, and found that there was nothing serious, just some bruises and some scratches on the surface: Let's go, go to the room, and I'll take care of it for you.

Drew gave a soft sigh, couldn't help pulling Eric's sleeve, and limped two steps.

Eric glanced at the girl's appearance, sighed softly, leaned over, picked up the girl, and walked towards the villa.

On the sofa in the living room, Eric found a first aid kit and cleaned Drew's wound without being idle: Don't do this again in the future, it's very dangerous. Fortunately, this time it was only a minor injury. Although your mother... Speaking of which, Eric suddenly didn't know how to evaluate Drew's mother, so he could only vaguely skip ahead and say, But she will never treat you like that.

Drew stretched out his white calf and let Eric work on it. After a while, he suddenly asked, Eric, did something happen?

Eric's bandaged movement paused, and said, You see it?

Drew nodded: I feel that my mother is weird these days. She secretly called me behind my back and locked me in the room abnormally, saying it was for my own good. It was not unreported in the newspapers before. My drug and drinking stuff, she didn't do it.

Eric knotted the bandage on Drew's knee, packed up the gauze and disinfectant and put it back in the first aid kit: I don't know how to tell you about this.

Drew didn't speak, looked at Eric with some unease, and waited quietly for the other party to continue speaking, obviously understanding that this matter was caused by himself.

At noon, Annie called me from New York and said someone wanted her to testify against me...I'm having an affair with you.

With such a smart head of Drew, Eric just said this, and she quickly figured out the ins and outs of the matter.

With a bang, Drew stood up, with sadness and anger on Drew's face, and his voice was a little hysterical: It's her, it must be her, I said how she has been sneaking these days,

She even locked me at home and said it was for my good, when will she really be good for me, I want to cut off the mother-daughter relationship with her, this Bichi...

Dru, don't do this, Eric's oriental concept made him quickly stop Drew from scolding more vicious words: Girl, no matter what others say about your mother, you can't scold her, although she does not Too qualified, but she's your mother.

Seeing the seriousness in Eric's expression, Drew knew that the other party would definitely be angry if he really scolded him again. Although when quarreling with my mother at home, both sides can swear out any swear words. But since Eric felt wrong, it must be wrong: I'm sorry, Eric. The girl apologized weakly.

Okay, Drew, Eric gently took the girl into his arms and hugged: In fact, there must be someone else behind this matter, otherwise, your mother will definitely not do this, because she I was sent to prison and it didn't do her much good.

I'm sorry, Eric, that... She must have collected money. She has already squandered my salary in Return to Seventeen. What can I do for you?

No need to apologize, Drew, this matter has nothing to do with you. I have already made some preparations for Edward, so don't get involved in this matter, you are still young.

The two chatted for a while, Eric looked at the sky outside, and the setting sun burned half of the sky red: Dru, take a break, I'm going to make dinner, what would you like to eat?

Pizza, steak, pasta... Drew was not polite at all.

I wanted to continue talking when Eric knocked on the forehead: I can't do anything you said, so I'd better order takeout. Also, always eat these things, you are not afraid that you will become a little fat girl in the future. ?

Don't be afraid, don't you like fat girls? Drew giggled.

As soon as Eric picked up the phone, the doorbell rang. Eric handed the microphone to Drew: Come and call, I'll take a look.

Drew agreed to answer the phone, and opened the thick phone book next to him to check the number of the takeaway restaurant.

Eric walked inside the gate, asked into the microphone, and a man's voice sounded across from him: Mr. Williams, I'm the Los Angeles Police Department.

Opening the door, there was a fat white policeman and a woman in her thirties standing outside. Just by looking at her appearance, Eric could roughly determine the identity of the other party, because this woman was very similar to Drew.

The white police officer had obvious reluctance on his face. Although the young man in front of him was young, his reputation was not very good recently. But after all, he is a person with a lot of status. He doesn't want to get involved in this kind of bullshit, but he can't refuse the entanglement of the woman around him, otherwise he will be complained.

Hello, Mr. Williams, I'm Matt Bryson. The white policeman reached out and shook Eric, and then said a little embarrassedly: This Eddie Gide Marko The lady said you kidnapped her daughter...

Eric frowned and glanced sharply at Edico. The woman in front of him saw Eric looking over and raised his head slightly, wanting to be arrogant. Under the oppressive momentum, her eyes flickered slightly, maybe she herself was not sure whether Drew was here with Eric, so she seemed to lack confidence.

Drew is indeed here with me, but I didn't kidnap her, she came here on her own. Ms. Adico, I think we need to talk.

Ediko saw that Eric unexpectedly admitted it unexpectedly, and his momentum was like a shriveled balloon that was instantly inflated: What else is there to talk about, hand over my daughter, I want to take her back, you strong丨 adulterer 丨 criminal.”

Eric sank his face and said, Ms. Marco, please pay attention to your words. Now there is a policeman here. With your words, I can sue you for slander, and the evidence is solid!

You... Edico narrowed his neck and glanced at the policeman next to him, but his eyes were filled with help.

Eric took the lead and said to the policeman: Mr. Bryson, please come over yourself, the matter is not as serious as what Ms. Marco said, Drew and I are good friends, she will come to me in the afternoon. It's a normal thing to play at home, isn't it? It may be that Ms. Adiko reacted a bit too much. So if there is nothing else, you can leave, and we can negotiate privately.

Matt Bryson also disliked the women around him. Hearing Eric's words, he got off the donkey and said, That's it, Mr. Williams, Ms. Marco, I'll take my leave first.

Mr. Bryson, you can't do this, he... Adico obviously didn't want to face Eric alone, and stepped forward to grab Matt Bryson and continue to entangle.

Matt Bryson shook off Edico's hand and said, Ms. Marco, the matter is very clear. Your daughter is just playing at Mr. Williams' house. If you continue to entangle, I will sue you for obstructing official business!

Watching Matt Bryson drive away in a police car, Edico lost his biggest support, and he seemed to be less confident in the face of Eric. Although Eric is just a young adult, no matter in any society, wealth, status and other factors will bring a natural sense of oppression. Although Edico has a child actress daughter, he can only barely be regarded as a middle-class woman. Coupled with the experience of being a young actor, facing a new and cutting-edge director like Eric, he was almost half shorter without knowing it.