I’m in Hollywood

Catherine was stunned for a moment before admitting reluctantly, It seems, that's true.

Because the topic was a little embarrassing, after eating her own breakfast, Catherine planned to leave early.

Eric stopped her this time, picked up the inconspicuous bag that had been at his feet and handed it to Catherine: For you, you've been wandering outside with your bare necks these days, I watched It's all cold.

Catherine opened the bag and pulled out a white cashmere scarf.

The woman hesitated before saying, Thank you, but I don't like white very much, or...

Then put it here, I'll let someone throw it away later.

You... Catherine felt helpless and picked up the bag: Okay, I'll take it.

Back in her room, the woman walked to the bathroom and put the scarf on in front of the mirror. It has to be said that black is the most versatile color. The woman in the mirror wears a black trench coat with a white scarf, which makes her look a little more feminine. It's something she's always avoided, as a female director who wants to survive in Hollywood has to try to downplay the gender differences, and she's always been doing that.

However, it is not at work now, so wear it.

She quickly found a reason for herself, very reasonable.

When passing through the hotel lobby, this time she unexpectedly stopped and came to the restaurant again.

Eric, who was burying his head in reading the newspaper, looked up to see her appearance and praised: It's very beautiful.

Thanks, she sat down across from him.

Eric asked, Is there something wrong?

There is a charity exhibition at the Columbia Library in the morning, are you interested in taking a look? Facing Eric's gaze. The woman quickly added, You're a big moneymaker. This exhibition is raising money for a fund for orphans and disabled children. Maybe you can donate more.

That's it, wait for me to make a few calls and push today's affairs.

Catherine said immediately, If you're too busy, forget it.

Eric ignored it.

He took the mobile phone and made a few calls in front of Catherine, then looked up at the woman: So, when are we going?

Now, the art exhibition starts at nine o'clock. After saying this, seeing Eric standing up without hesitation, Catherine felt a trace of unease, not the kind of unease when danger came, but a kind of inexplicable, a certain kind of unease in her heart. The unease of a crack in the defenses.

The two walked out of the hotel side by side. Catherine was about to wave to stop a taxi when a black Chrysler drove up in front of them.

Eric thoughtfully opened the car door for her, Catherine hesitated, but got in.

Columbia University right? Eric sat down beside her. asked.

Um... um, Catherine nodded. Sit there habitually with your back straight and your hands on your knees.

Eric couldn't help laughing: Can you relax, you make me feel weird.

I feel strange, the woman blurted out subconsciously.

The two immediately laughed together.

Chrysler drove along Broadway all the way to Columbia University in the upper city. The two got out of the car together. Eric ordered the bodyguards and did not let them follow. He walked into Columbia University with Katherine because he was the This was the first time I came here, so Catherine introduced the surrounding scenery and allusions to him as he walked. This prestigious school with a history of more than 200 years exudes a strong historical heritage. Eric does not like too much classical atmosphere. Therefore, his residence is decorated in a modern style, but he does not feel the slightest disgust when walking on the campus of Columbia University.

After more than ten minutes on campus, Catherine took him to the outside of the library where the charity art exhibition was held.

This exhibition is mainly about European classical oil paintings, but there aren't many original works by masters, they are all copied works by some artists, Catherine introduced, handing out the tickets in her hand, and walking in with Eric.

As soon as the two entered the library hall, Eric saw a white woman in her thirties with eyes greeted him.

Hey, Catherine, you're here, the woman warmly greeted her and hugged Catherine, but because she was less than 1.7 meters tall, she looked a little petite. When hugging Catherine, she felt very inconsistent. Eric couldn't help but smile.

After the petite woman let go of Catherine, she glanced at the white scarf on the woman's neck, a strange color flashed in her eyes, and then turned to Eric: Wow, Catherine, no wonder you refuse to live with me, this is... Hey, so familiar, I seem to have seen you there, have I seen you?

Eric smiled and reached out to the petite woman: Hello, I'm Eric Williams.

Eric Williams, the woman repeated, with a small exclamation, looking at Eric up and down with wide eyes: Is that, the director of Sleepless in Seattle?

It seems that this woman's taste is already obvious. Eric can't help but think that people who meet him for the first time will often mention his works, and they will often talk about the work they like more. side.

Yes, Eric nodded.

The woman whispered again and said excitedly: Hello, Eric, can I call you that? Oh, my name is Betsy Murphy, Betsy, and the vicious-tongued editor in your movie. a name.

Hello, Ms. Murphy, Eric felt that the woman's enthusiasm was a bit too much. He glanced at Catherine next to him. The two people's personalities were too different, and he didn't know how they became friends.

Call me Betsy, can I, oh, give me an autograph?

Of course there is no problem, Eric nodded, taking advantage of Becky Murphy to find the space between the pen and paper, and threw a plea for help at Catherine again.

After Eric signed the pamphlet handed over by Betsy Murphy, Catherine said, Okay, Betsy, don't you need to be busy with other things? We're here to see the art exhibition.

Of course, said Betsy Murphy, then you can do what you want. When Professor Clark comes over, I will go to the door to meet him.

After speaking, she said hello to Eric again, and Becky Murphy turned around and walked away.

Because it was a little early, there were not many people on the first floor of the library temporarily arranged as an exhibition hall. Eric and Catherine walked around the hall at will. (To be continued..)

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