If Affectionate Unequal [Hollywood]

Her arm was still around my waist.

I instantly understood that I must have been too sleepy just now, and fell asleep on her.Maybe the sleeping appearance is not very good, so she stopped me with her hand to prevent me from falling off the seat.

I didn't know whether my first reaction was to scream or choose a word, but I bounced like I was stung.

A coat slipped off her body, which was also hers.

I mumbled: "...I..."

Angelia smiled and picked up the coat: "Are you awake?"

My cheeks were on fire, and my voice was like a gnat: "Mmm..."

There was a few seconds of silence.

Nancy was the first to break the silence. She coughed lightly and said, "I'll get out of the car and wait for you first."

She acted as if she didn't want to admit that she was my manager and wanted to distance herself from me.

I scratch my hair.It seems that I should say goodbye. I can't always dominate other people's cars. What should I say?

"Angie..."

"Huh?" She stared at me with a slight smile.

It seems that since the second collaboration, she has been very patient with me, with the tolerance of the elderly.It wasn't like this when I was filming Maleficent 1, she treated me like a younger partner.Ah, that was many years ago.

"Thank you." I thanked her.

"You're welcome." She said, with a smile in her eyes, a deep tenderness, and she spoke to me in the tone of an adult talking to a child.

My ears are hotter, and it's not that I don't like the tone, it's just that I'm not a teenager now, and my mother and sister will notice some changes in tone.

"I'm not a child anymore." Probably because this tone made me proud, I said half jokingly and half shyly, "Why do you speak to me in the same tone as you use to your children..."

Angelia raised her eyebrows slightly, as if to say, "Is there?"

Then she shook her head slightly, and sighed: "My children have made me treat them as adults. Even the youngest Vivian doesn't like to cling to me anymore, and she starts to dislike me..."

At this age, she smiles gently and elegantly, even the facial lines with high cheekbones and cold lines have been carved into a soft and gentle temperament. When she is not smiling, she is still strong and has a suffocating aura. There was helplessness in the voice, even a bit of grievance, and there was a trace of wistful wrinkles between the brows. The contrast was so cute that I couldn't help but laugh.

She glanced at me faintly, and I quickly pursed my lips to suppress a smile.

So is she trying to get back that "kid-loving" feeling in me?

Should I be honored or honored...

Well, shameless, I treat myself as three years old!

I would like her to speak to me in that tone, very much.

I bent my eyes to look at her, probably the expression gave away my inner activities.

She seemed to understand and looked at me too.

The car was parked at the back door of the hotel where I was staying, and Helen in the driver's seat was still there, and the window glass was being smashed by raindrops, making a low "da da" sound.

I felt that pounding intimacy again, the intimacy that only belonged to the two of us, the intimacy that rushed towards me like a tide.I would love to express that intimacy.

When I came back to my senses, I had already stretched out my arms to hug her.

Her breath surrounded me within a second.I felt a deep sense of reluctance in my heart.

"Ah...it would be great if we could make the third part..." I whispered.Completely without thinking.

The woman I hugged smiled and said softly: "...the third part can't be filmed." There seemed to be something deep in her words, and before I could understand it, the top of my head was touched again, that kind of The "adults to children" approach can almost be said to be pampering.

Me: "..." My brain short-circuited all of a sudden.

"Then can we meet again in the future?" I blurted out.As soon as the words came out of my mouth, my ears on both sides were hot.

I should say something more appropriate like "I look forward to our cooperation next time", instead of being so soft and almost coquettish.

The smile on the corner of Angelia's lips never stopped, her eyes were soft, she looked at me quietly: "Of course, Elle."

I curled my lips and smiled, my heart was so deep in the sweet honey that I couldn't get out.Maybe my smile was too contagious, or she felt happy too, and she laughed too.

The gaze was still on my face, I only had time to smell the fragrance that the slender arm handed over, she had already stretched out her hand towards my ear, and for some reason changed the direction halfway, gently touching me I pinched my cheeks.

After getting out of the car, I stared blankly at the direction the car was leaving, and raised my hand to touch my face, where she had pinched it.

Not painful at all, just hot.

When she pinched it over, there was a lingering smile in her eyes.

I stood for a while until I could no longer see the shadow of the car, then entered the hotel, entered the room, and "plopped" on the bed.

Nancy knocked on the door and came in, laughing at me: "I thought you ran off with someone else's car!"

I can't be bothered to talk to her.

"Sleeping on Angelia's lap, you're pretty lucky." She didn't mind me ignoring her, she stepped in and nestled into the sofa by the bed.

I turned over and couldn't hold back anymore: "Am I being rude? Is it ugly when you're asleep? Are you drooling?"

Nancy glanced at me and giggled: "Yes! You still grind your teeth and kick your feet, not to mention how ugly you are!"

I:"……"

I almost cried: "Really?"

Nancy burst out with earth-shattering laughter: "Hahahaha, I lied to you..."

I was almost pissed off by her: "You go!"

Nancy stood up: "Okay, okay, I'll go!"

She looked at my face and said, "But..."

My ears are already pricked up.

"It seems that Angelia likes you very much. You were drowsy and drowsy, but she caught you and covered you with her clothes. Oh, I think she is charming..."

I listened to her with fascination, wishing she would say more, and wanting to put myself in the position of others to observe Angelia and me.This thought hit my young heart like an electric shock, and it beat wildly in my chest.

However, my reason tells me not to be too obvious.

I swallowed saliva in my throat, whether it was nervous or excited, I don't know, it was completely unconscious.

I asked, "I didn't sleep too long, did I?"

"After being blocked for half an hour, you fell asleep for half an hour. Even I was embarrassed. I wanted to wake you up, but Angelia said it was okay."

"She was looking at you all the time, but she may have been infected with drowsiness by you, so she squinted for a while."

"Oh, I regret not taking pictures..." Nancy drew her voice and laughed again before leaving my room.

That night, I had a dream. I saw such a scene, as if it was a movie lens. In the soft light effect atmosphere, the facial features of the woman were blurred out like oil paintings.

The cheeks of the girl on her lap were like rose petals, her eyelashes were neatly closed, like two butterflies standing there quietly.Her lips are delicate and slightly raised, as if smiling.The woman took the coat to cover her shoulders, supported her, and stared at her with lowered eyes.

There was me in the dream, looking at this scene greedily.

The tiny details of each frame, every detail is clearly a dream, maybe the reality is not like this, maybe it is really like this.But I don't want to let go of any details, I want to engrave them in my mind bit by bit.

Chapter 26 Chapter 26

Life comes from life.

Life is a cycle. - "The Fault in Our Stars"

After a period of time, I didn't accept any new movies.In the past three or four years, I have made more than a dozen films in a row, and now is the time to concentrate on my studies.

I'm quite comfortable with being a college student, besides homework, I spend some time reading and watching movies.Sometimes it seems to be far away from Hollywood, far away from the identity of an actor.But how could it be, I grew up in Hollywood.I still pay attention to Angelia's news.When she is not directing movies, she is almost always with the children, and even the documentaries she participates in have shadows of children.

Sometimes I think to myself, has she been separated from Pete for a few years, and her love life has remained blank?The ex has a new life, and she looks like having a child is everything.

I can't tell what I feel in my heart. After thinking about it carefully, this feeling seems to be lucky?

The same psychology as most of her fans, right?It's fun to watch her live with the kids, but she still worries about her personal life.But if there is no suitable person, forget it, so as not to get hurt.

Fortunately, her physical condition is well maintained.It's just that from the photos, it's still very thin, even I, an industry insider, think so.