I’m in Hollywood

How come there are so many? I remember when I said this, there were only five or six people around?

Jennifer Connelly has an undisguised excitement in her expression. She used to work hard for the heroine of an independent movie, but now she stays at home and someone sends a lot of scripts to her door. This kind of treatment Let the girl flutter a little.

Of course, Connery didn't forget who gave him all this, leaned on Eric affectionately and said, I don't know either, maybe the news was accidentally leaked out, and it's been delivered every day for the past few days when you're gone. When the script came, and it was handed to Jim, Jim was taken aback, thinking that someone else had handed in the wrong script, so he called and asked to know the reason, and he sent it all at once.

Eric picked up a script and flipped through it casually, remembering the girl's manager Jim Lester, and asked, Did Jim give you any advice?

Connery shook his head: Jim, the person who sent the script to him, can't afford to offend him, so he will take it all and let you decide.

Eric smiled and said, That's fine. Judging from the movies you selected for you before, Jim's vision is not very good.

Actually, he's not bad, but we didn't have many choices before. After all, Jim Rest had helped her with her career for so many years, and Connery said something weakly to Jim Rest.

Eric didn't respond. He flipped through the information about the sender of the script, threw it on the coffee table, and sneered: It's all a good calculation, how can there be so many good things in this world.

Connery felt the displeasure emanating from the man, and shrank his neck, but looked at the stack of scripts worriedly, fearing that Eric would be pushed away when he got angry. Eric has been away for a few days. The girl has already taken a fancy to several of the scripts and discussed it with Jim Lester in private, but Connery also knew that although these people nominally invited her to be the heroine, they were actually rushing to Eric. Yes, she doesn't have any decision-making power.

It's too late. Let's talk about it tomorrow, Eric stood up and said to Connery: Baby, I'm going to take a bath first, can you prepare me a warm milk?

OK.

Connery nodded, watching Eric leave the small living room, and the girl turned off the TV. After tidying up the small living room, he glanced at the stack of scripts reluctantly, then turned off the light and walked across the hall to the kitchen on the west side.

The girl took out a glass from the cupboard and poured plain milk. Then put the glass with milk in another large measuring cup, slowly pour boiling water on the periphery, and wait patiently for the cows to be heated by the boiling water.

After a few minutes,

Connery carefully took the milk out of the measuring cup, put it to his lips, took a small sip to test the temperature, and was satisfied with it, walked out of the kitchen and headed for the bedroom upstairs.

Eric took a shower, wiped his hair and walked out of the bathroom, and saw that Connery had changed into a set of pure white suspender lace pajamas. Lying on the big bed and reading a magazine, there is no bottoming under the transparent pajamas, and the waist is slender. The buttocks are full, and the exquisite curve makes the index finger move. Eric glanced at it a few times, and couldn't help throwing away the towel in his hand, stepping on the bed and pressing Connery under him.

Jennifer Connelly, who was suddenly attacked, let out a soft cry and turned her face to say something. What was ushered in was Eric's rough kiss, and he felt the man's rough big hands rubbing and kneading on the sensitive parts. The girl quickly became emotional, and her upper body sank softly into the big bed because of Eric's weight.

After Eric broke in hard. Connery suddenly moaned softly, like a submissive female beast, trying to lift her white buttocks to meet the man's push. The astonishing curvature between the waist and hips of the female body under her body produced a strong sensory stimulation, which made Eric attack more violently.

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In the previous life, because he always wanted to be a film director, Eric didn't know how many movies he had watched and how many pull notes he had made.

But obviously, all the movies that he has a complete memory in his mind add up, and it can't be comparable to the current Hollywood movie production in one year. After breakfast the next day, Eric began to check the movie for Connery. I piled up scripts and read more than a dozen in a row, but I didn't find any familiar movies in my memory.

Of course, there are also quite a few books that look very good. Those who heard the news and sent the script over and wanted to cooperate, of course, would not be stupid enough to send any low-quality script casually. The scripts that can be sent to Jiaojiao Manor must have been carefully selected. Even if the preparations for the project have not started, they must be considered as a high priority.

Judging from the subject matter of the script received, these film companies must have had a detailed understanding of Connery's materials before they were sent, and had a solid understanding of the girl's strength.

Therefore, among these projects, there is not one heroine who plays the leading role, and more than 80% of the characters are vases, and the difference is only the number of scenes.

Connery also complained a little for this, and Eric just laughed it off. Even himself, his positioning of Connery is just a beautiful vase. No matter how eager those producers are, they will definitely not. Use the vase as an acting actress.

Don't complain, if you can make vases to the level of Marilyn Monroe, your status will definitely be higher than those Oscar winners.

It's not that easy, Connelly said, swaying gently in the space chair opposite Eric.

Just as he was talking, the nearby walkie-talkie rang.

At the gate, go ask what's the matter, Eric raised his head and instructed, the girl put down the script in her hand, stood up and walked over. After saying a few words, she turned to Eric in a surprised tone. K said: The doorman said that Rupert Murdoch came?

What is this old fox doing here, Eric muttered, but he could only stand up and walk over to let the doorman let Murdoch in.

Although he didn't have a cold heart for Murdoch, Eric went out to meet him in person. Connery hesitated and didn't follow up. She still knew Rupert Murdoch. Tycoon, the girl is still a little frightened.

Eric had just walked out of the villa when a black Rolls-Royce had already driven over and stopped in front of the open space outside the villa.

The driver quickly got out of the car and opened the rear door, Murdoch walked out with a smile on his face, Eric was about to meet him, the other side of the door opened by himself, Elizabeth got out from inside, and greeted Eric with a chin. .

Eric grinned and sneered at Murdoch in his heart, old man, is this feeling his pulse? When he comes to meet him, he has to take his daughter to protect himself. It's too inauthentic. The girl plays pregnant and then abandons it.

Murdoch hugged Eric, then looked at the villa next to him and said, Eric, I heard that you are good here. I have wanted to come and have a look for a long time, but I haven't had time.

Yeah, everyone is so busy, let's go in, Eric made a gesture of invitation. (To be continued)