I’m in Hollywood

Workaholics usually don't know the difference between sleep and sleep. Eric and Kapoor happen to be such people, and the result is a tragedy.

After buying a plane ticket to New York, the two of them just took some simple luggage and hurriedly boarded the plane. When they arrived in New York, it was already 7:00 p.m. Eastern Time. After getting off the plane, the cold air blowing toward them made the two men in thin coats shiver at the same time.

Looks like we all need a life assistant, said Eric, who had changed into a thick trench coat after walking out of a fashion store.

Kapoor teased with envy: That's you, UTA is so small now, I can't afford to hire any life assistants.

Don't worry, it will get better soon.

Kapoor just smiled and asked, Are you going to the hotel with me, or go to... your girlfriend?

I haven't seen Jenny for so many days. I plan to go to her place first. I have given you the phone number from Jenny's place on the plane. You can contact Al Pacino and arrange a meeting time as soon as possible.

Okay, Kapoor shrugged: I hope you won't be kicked out by the other party. I heard you talk about the girl on the plane. I think with her character, this kind of thing is still very possible.

Haha, you don't need to worry about it.

According to the address that Drew gave him, he took a taxi around Manhattan for a long time, and finally found the apartment where Aniston lived and came to the door. After fiddling with the bouquet of roses in his hand and tidying up his clothes, Eric knocked on the door, waited for a while without getting a response, and knocked several times before confirming that Aniston hadn't come back yet.

Turning his head to look at a large flower pot next to the door of the room, Eric smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth. It seemed that Aniston's little habit could not be changed. Little 丨 Niu always likes to put a spare key outside the door. Eric has also analyzed Aniston's face seriously. This is a reflection of a person's insecurity, but the strong little 丨 Niu is determined not to. Admit it, the chatter has a whole bunch of reasons to counter Eric's point.

He took out the key from the flower pot and opened the door. Eric walked in with his luggage. Turning on the lights, it is still a warm-colored arrangement, and the air is filled with the familiar fragrance of women. Taking a deep breath, the faint thoughts in his heart were quickly catalyzed into a bowl of rich soup. Eric wished that the little girl would appear in front of him immediately, hugged him in his arms and kneaded it fiercely.

He hadn't eaten for five or six hours, and Eric, who was empty-bellied, opened the refrigerator to have a look, and decided to make a late-night snack for himself and Aniston. Putting on the apron, Eric took out the ingredients and got busy in the kitchen.

More than 20 minutes later, Eric was cooking the last dish, and there was a soft sound of the key turning the keyhole from the door outside. Eric ran to the living room in three or two steps, picked up the roses and hid behind the door.

The door was pushed open, and Eric was about to speak with a smile, but the three of them were stunned there at the same time.

That's right, three people, Eric, Aniston, and... Brad Pitt.

Eric, why are you...here? The strange silence lasted for a few seconds before Aniston stammered and asked, and at the same time there was a wailing in his heart: It's over, Eric must have misunderstood.

Eric shoved the rose into Aniston's hands and turned to Brad Pitt, barely showing a smile, but his eyes were cold.

Hello, Mr. Pete, we meet again.

Hello, Williams...Mr. Brad Pitt stretched out his hand, but found that Eric didn't mean to shake his hand, so he could only retract it awkwardly.

Although it was only a one-sided relationship during the audition for Return to Seventeen, but Eric has risen at a fabulous speed since then, and it is not easy for Brad Pitt to forget this young man.

After saying hello, Eric did not move his body to invite the other party to enter the door, and continued: Mr. Pete, thank you for sending my girlfriend back. If you have nothing else, you can leave.

The very rude eviction order made Bratt Pitt look a little embarrassed, and turned to look at Aniston. Aniston and Eric have been dating for several months, how can he not feel that Eric is coming from the inside Anger exuding. However, Xiaoyi Niu still held her back straight and retorted: Eric, you can't do this, Brad is my guest.

This seemingly kind 'Brad' completely ignited Eric's anger, suddenly raised his voice and glared at Aniston, pointed to the house and said, Shut up, you let me in!

It was the first time Aniston saw Eric make such a big fire. He subconsciously shrank his neck. He was a little guilty when he brought a man home when Eric saw him. What is fierce?, but still obediently moved into the house.

boom--

Ignoring Brad Pitt who was standing there, Eric slammed the door shut.

Tell me, what's going on? Eric sat on the sofa, irritably took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, and asked.

If it was another man, Eric might calm down and find out the truth first, but it was Brad Pitt. Thinking of the entanglement between the two people in the previous life, Eric could not calm down no matter what.

If Eric dared to smoke in his house before, Aniston would have been mad, but now the little girl just opened her mouth, but she didn't say anything to stop it.

He's going to play a role in the next few episodes of Mary in Action. He joined the group the day before yesterday. We've only known each other for two days, so it doesn't matter. Aniston explained weakly.

You brought him home after only two days of knowing each other? Eric snorted coldly.

It's a little late after work today. He said that it's not safe for me to go home alone, so he offered to take me there. I just...I...why do I have to explain to you, Aniston said, and suddenly came to his senses. Staring at Eric: I have broken up with you. Could it be that I can't have a boyfriend if you are allowed to mess with those women, you... ah!

Eric crushed the cigarette, pulled the little girl directly into his arms, and kissed the girl's lips hard while Aniston was struggling.

Um...you can't do this, you are lewd...uh...I want...I want to sue you for rape...I hate it, don't touch it...

After tossing for a while, the little wild cat slowly calmed down, lying softly on the sofa, wrapping his arms around Eric's neck, squinting his eyes, enjoying the man's kisses and caresses.

Snapped--

Eric suddenly let go of Aniston, slapped the girl's stiff buttocks unceremoniously, and said, Okay, let's go take a shower first, I'll make supper, I'll clean up after dinner. you!

It hurts... Aniston rubbed his buttocks, glared at Eric with spring eyes, got up obediently and walked into the bathroom.

After testing the water temperature, Aniston, who was undressed, stood under the shower, smearing the body wash on her body, while thinking a little tangled about what happened to herself. Didn't she decide to break up with that bastard? Confusedly lost himself.

Although I bumped into Drew and Eric rolling on the bed naked, they wrote the breakup note on a whim. But when Aniston came to New York alone, the bits and pieces of getting along with each other always came to her mind, as if she was addicted to drugs, as if a bird kept circling her mind, chirping ' Eric, Eric, Eric, Eric...'

At the same time, Aniston unconsciously developed the habit of looking for Eric's information from newspapers and TV.

When someone scolds him, she gets angry; when someone compliments him, she dances like a little girl; when someone wants to plot against him, she immediately forgets to be angry and takes the initiative to call and tell the other party; when there is an affair between Eric and other women , she couldn't help being jealous, and savagely ravaged everything she could touch. A very favorite fluffy bear she received on her tenth birthday was bald by her inadvertently. The account was directly counted on the guy by her.

Forget it, I'll... forgive you one more time. Wiping her body as white as snow, Aniston finally persuaded herself. Perhaps, she had already persuaded herself in her heart. After making this decision, Aniston seemed to put down a big rock, and the whole person felt a lot easier. She twisted her slender waist smugly in front of the full-length mirror. After several months of continuous weight loss, Aniston has now completely transformed into a slender lady, and no one will associate the word fat with her again.

Putting on his bathrobe and walking out of the bathroom, he found Eric on the phone.

...Thank you, James, when I get back to Los Angeles, I'll treat you to dinner... Of course, I know, one meal is definitely not enough... Haha, that's it, goodbye.

Eric, who are you calling?

Eric put down the microphone and said casually: James, I have something to ask him for help. Well, let's eat quickly, the dishes are cold.