I’m in Hollywood

Eric, do you also think I should...should lose weight? Aniston, who was sitting in the co-pilot, blushed slightly, facing out the window, as if he was looking at the passing traffic, and asked casually as if nothing had happened.

Eric pursed his lips and organized a sentence: Annie, in my eyes, you will always be the most beautiful no matter what, but I think if you want to develop further in Hollywood, at least Get it down to around 100 pounds.

Hmph! A duplicitous stinky man, you can't help but say it at last, right? You think I'm fat too! Aniston snorted, but there was no anger in his tone, but a little coquettish.

Eric was speechless, did you ask yourself well?

Okay, I apologize, and to express my apology, how about we go for Italian food?

Aniston hesitated for a moment, then said softly, Why don't you come to my house, I just learned a few dishes, how about you try it for me.

Eric said without hesitation: It's an honor!

This is the first time that Eric has come to Aniston's nest. It is a very delicate one-bedroom room. All kinds of warm colors and puppets decorate the room very warmly. The air is filled with the unique fragrance of girls' residences. Eric wanted to help, but was kicked out of the kitchen by Aniston, and had to sit in the living room boredly flipping through Aniston's fashion magazines.

An hour later, Aniston brought the last thick soup to the table, clapped his hands proudly and said, How is it?

Eric sniffed his nose and praised: It's great, it smells so appetizing, I can't wait.

Hehe, thank you, Eric.

The two of them didn't have any courtesy, they sat down and enjoyed it together. I have to say that Aniston's craftsmanship is really good. While eating, Aniston suddenly stood up and said to Eric: By the way, Eric, when I just went downstairs to buy spices, I saw something about you, I'll show it to you.

With that said, Aniston stood up excitedly, took out a newspaper from the convenience bag, returned to the dining table, and spread the newspaper in front of him.

Eric was wondering what Aniston was doing with the newspaper, and Aniston had begun to think to himself with a little pride: Eric Williams in Jurassic Park, with his genius Creativity, on the basis of genetic engineering, embryo theory and other scientific basis, shows us a highly operable concept of dinosaur resurrection, and realizes these one by one in the novel, through the hands of Dr. Hadmond, on Nublar Island Created an astounding Jurassic Dinosaur Land. However, it's only just beginning. The emergence of chaos scientist Malcolm brings us into another possibility...

Aniston read this, skipping the middle part of the book review, and skipping directly to the end: What is even more surprising is that the author of the novel, Mr. Eric Williams, is only eighteen years old this year. And according to our Understand, this genius boy has a rough life experience...

Eric resisted the urge to cover his face. There is no doubt that the next step is the great American dream. Of course, Eric also added the classic episode from the previous talent show. Reaching out his hand, he drew the newspaper from Aniston and said, Okay, Annie, stop reading.

Aniston waved his little hand unhappily to grab the return paper: Hey, that's the point, they're praising you, hey, why do you look so weird?

Actually, Eric crumpled the newspaper and threw it directly into the trash can beside the dining table.

Then: If you want to listen, I can recite it to you.

Ah, Aniston opened his mouth slightly and glanced at the newspaper in the trash can: So you've read it? But I haven't read it yet, Eric, you are so nasty.

It's not like that. Actually, this article was written by me.

Aniston was shocked: Wow!

Eric said with a guilty conscience: Isn't the novel on the market? For publicity, it is usually necessary to hire someone to write some book reviews and publish them in the newspaper. A few days ago, Michael approached me and said that no one knows my novel better than myself, so that I can I also write a few book reviews, and he publishes them. Coincidentally, the one you just read is one of them.”

Wow!

Eric shrugged and said cheekily: Actually, it's nothing, Annie, this is a normal publicity behavior, everyone does it.

Eric...

Um?

You're really... shameless. After Aniston finished speaking, he finally couldn't hold back, and laughed as he lay down on the dining table regardless of his image.

Of course, there will be no ambiguous programs next. Aniston drives Eric out of the house just after eating on the grounds that his pure heart was tainted by Eric's shameless behavior. Well, it wasn't for nothing. At Eric's insistence, Aniston shyly kissed Eric's lips lightly, then quickly turned around and closed the door.

Three days later, Aniston ended her role at the school, and all that was left was a couple of party scenes, but that would have to wait until the school filming was complete. So Aniston temporarily returned to the convenience store as a salesperson.

At the same time, Eric found that Aniston was always slouching these two days. After asking, he knew that Aniston had started a diet. If he was not in good spirits, he was hungry. Eric advised her not to be so eager, it would hurt her body, but it had no effect.

In addition, Drew occasionally looks at himself on the set these days, his eyes are always faint, like a hungry little female cat, who may rush to bite himself at any time. This classic scene in horror movies makes Eric feel very Thriller.

Moreover, when Aniston was not paying attention, Drew would tease herself without a trace, although she thought she was covering it up well, if Eric was really an eighteen-year-old boy, he might have Hooked. It's a pity that he is an uncle in his bones. Uncle loves Lolita, but this one doesn't look like Lolita. On the first day of filming, Drew sneered at his performance, and Eric smiled. Even if Drew was still like this, Eric would not care.

But looking at Drew's current state, Eric really wanted to ask Auntie, what kind of godly development are you doing?

Aniston left the set the next day, on set.

Eric, do you want water, and I'll get you a bottle? Drew asked Eric sweetly between shots.

Eric subconsciously refused: Ah no, thank you Drew, I'm not thirsty.

Drew didn't insist, he turned around and walked away with his little buttocks twisted. Soon, Drew came over with two bottles of pure water and threw a bottle directly to Eric: Hey, take it.

Eric had to take it over, Drew sat down on the chair beside Eric, and moved the chair gently to Eric's side, basically leaning on Eric before stopping.

Well, Drew, maybe we have to talk, I want to know what happened, you know, I have a girlfriend. In fact, these words are just an excuse for Eric, the main reason is that Drew's chaotic life makes Eric is not interested.

It's very simple, I like you! Drew put his face together and said directly.

puff--

A mouthful of water was sprayed out by Eric, this girl is really... direct.

But I...but I... It would be too hypocritical to say that he was confessed by a beautiful girl, and Eric was at a loss for words.

Now that the topic has been clarified, Drew is no longer so secretive. Anyway, Aniston has left the crew now, and Drew can wave his hoe with great fanfare.

Directly put the soft body on Eric's body, and the soft little chest rubbed against Eric's arm, Eric's heart was itching, Drew whispered: Eric, I will be you Is my girlfriend good or not, in fact, I just had a boyfriend, and it's not as bad as others say...

Drew, don't do this, Eric was thinking about how to reject Drew, when Penny Marshall's voice sounded like a sound of nature: Hey, you two little guys, don't get tired of it, get ready to shoot the next scene. !

Eric responded quickly, broke free of Drew's arm and walked to the shooting location, Drew looked at Eric's leaving back, the coquettishness on his face quickly disappeared and turned into a faint resentment: Annie Ston, you wait for me, I want you to watch me take away your most precious thing with your own eyes, say I'm a poor man, and see who is really a poor man in the end, hum.