If Affectionate Unequal [Hollywood]

At this moment, I can't tell how I feel in my heart, it's sore and soft, and I feel her efforts.She probably felt guilty about me and hurt me.However, this has nothing to do with her, it's because I like her and approach her on my own initiative.Her guilt made me even more sad.

I wiped my eyes, smiled into the air, and let my tone be light, "I'm going to join the crew tomorrow, maybe I don't have time."

"This way..." She pondered.I can almost see how she is thinking. When she plays Rebecca, she wears glasses. When she is thinking, or when she is in a trance, she will unconsciously tap her lips with her fingers, with her head tilted slightly and her eyes soft.

Just thinking about it made me realize how much I missed her, almost insane.

"Let's do this first, you have fun, byebye... I ended this conversation in a panic." Unexpectedly, I was able to take the initiative to say goodbye to her, the one who took the initiative to hang up the phone.

The more I miss her, the less I can approach her, the less I can be greedy.

In order to divert my attention, I washed my face and ran downstairs to hang out with my best friend and Dakota who had been waiting for me for a long time.I went to a noisy place and temporarily forgot her. It was already eleven o'clock when I came back.

Back in my room, I took off my makeup and squatted in a chair.

God, I'm thinking of her again.

As long as I see her, my heart seems to be a galaxy.Now I have to snuff it out with my own hands.

I know I can't do it.

I still want to see her, hear her talk, hear her call my name.

But she doesn't want this galaxy, so I can only choose to keep it in my heart.

This evening, I sat and waited until the time on my phone jumped to zero.

My birthday is officially over.

Chapter 56 Chapter 56

Before going to the set in London, I went to Angelia's house again.

It was April and that Christmas tree looked ridiculous, especially when the lights were not on during the day.I watched for a while, then started to dismantle the tree and put the Christmas decorations into cardboard boxes.

I never realized before that the pink heart is so pale when it is not lit.

I breathed a sigh of relief, put it into a cardboard box, sealed it, and wrote the word "discarded". I couldn't make up my mind to throw it away. I knew that her house would be cleaned regularly, so I could give up. .

The weather in London in April is cloudy, and it started to rain lightly on the day I arrived. I received a call from my mother right after I got off the plane.

Said that the family received a lot of gift boxes, all kinds of luxury brands, including bags, shoes, clothes, and even watches.

She asked me what was going on.

I am puzzled.These are not the brands I endorse.

I called Nancy, but she didn't know about it either, and said to inquire about it.

I can only let my mother put it away and not open it, maybe it was sent to the wrong place.

After checking in at the hotel, Nancy still didn't have a phone call.She didn't send me a message until very late, she said she didn't know, and the PR managers of these brands said they didn't send it to us.

"You should be able to find out who bought it?" I was even more puzzled. Even if the PR manager couldn't find out, such a large purchase is usually purchased by a private person. Just check and ask who the employer is. Clear.

Nancy laughed and said, "Checking this is too time-consuming, since it was sent to you, you can use it..."

"How can I do that..." I was about to say something, but she had already yawned and said that she was going to have a beauty sleep, and then hung up the phone without any explanation.

This is too weird...

I didn't expect there to be something even weirder...

The script I decided on this time is very good, I want to play an underage girl who is abused by nüè, the cast is very good, there are Kate Winsket, and Susan Sarandon, Matthew McConaughey, the director It was Jean-Marc Valet.When I was able to film with such a cast and still be the heroine, I really realized that my career development in the past few years has been really good.

The next night I was just getting out of the shower at the hotel and I was reading the script when Nancy came on the phone.

"I'm in XX hotel, come here to XX room."

I was puzzled, "What are you doing there?"

Also, I'm in the hotel, you want to open a room in another hotel?Still a five-star hotel.

"You will know when you come here. There is a car waiting for you downstairs. You and the driver get the room card."

I don't know what she sells in her gourd.She repeatedly emphasized that I had to go, so I had no choice but to get up and put on a baseball jacket and a mint-colored sweater suit inside.

When I got into the car, I realized that the driver was not the driver I often hired, but an unfamiliar face.

I took the key card and was a little uneasy.But thinking about how Nancy has never cheated me for so many years, I can relax a bit.

The room was on the top floor, and I swiped the key card to get in.It is a suite, with the fragrance that only high-end hotels have, and there are freshly picked lilacs in the vase at the entrance.

I put down my sweater hat, brushed my hair, and walked in slowly.

"Hello?" I looked around.

Then I heard footsteps and smelled a familiar aroma.I was stunned, my body had already found the direction of the sound and fragrance one step ahead of me.

Angelia leaned against the wall and stared at me. She was wearing a simple plain white T, gray suit pants, and luǒ-colored high heels.The whole body is very plain, only a touch of charming and sexy red lips.

I involuntarily took two steps forward, then braked belatedly, stopped in place, opened my mouth, but said nothing.

Angelia stood up straight, obviously seeing my movements.Her eyes flickered, but she didn't speak.Every time we met before, I always rushed to hug her impulsively without any explanation, but I remember that she was passive every time.

She should feel more relaxed this time.

I lowered my eyes, swallowed the sourness in my throat, and then raised the corners of my lips to smile at her.

Angelia was also looking at me, and when I smiled, she smiled slightly too.

I haven't contacted her for more than a month, and I feel like I haven't seen her for a long, long time.No matter how restrained I was, I couldn't help but look at her a few more times. She must have known from Nancy that I was filming in London. If I had been before, I would have died of surprise.Now I am happy because I am happy, but I dare not be too happy.

Anyway, this is the first time she took the initiative to meet me, so I should feel relieved and happy...

"Did it bother you to rest?" Angelia broke the silence first.

"Oh no, I'm still reading the script," I replied.

"The plane is late," she said, her voice hoarse.Upon closer inspection, there were some tired lines around the corners of her eyes.

I couldn't help asking: "Are you from Paris?" It seemed that Guerlain was the only activity she had these days, so she shouldn't be too tired.

Her eyes kept on my face, "...um."

She came over suddenly, is there something wrong?She saw my question, waved to me, and I walked over.The next second I saw the birthday cake on the table.Very delicate, very cute.The bottom layer is covered with red rose petals, and in the middle is a picture of Sleeping Beauty holding the sleeping eyes of the rose waiting to be awakened.

I was speechless for a while, and my heart was sore.

Did she come here on purpose to make up my birthday?

I have mixed feelings, happy and sad at the same time.She is not obligated to celebrate my birthday, maybe she somehow found out about my birthday after my phone call, she is such a kind person, she must feel more guilty towards me.

"Angie, you don't have to do this..."

"...the cake was arranged by Helen...do you like it?"

We spoke aloud almost at the same time, and we were all stunned when we heard each other's words.

Angelia's eyebrows twitched slightly, she pursed her lips, and remained silent.

I bit my lower lip and walked to the table. Sleeping Beauty looked like the animated version, with blond hair and red lips, and the details were very realistic.I'm so relieved, it's a beautiful cake,

"It's Aurora, I like it very much, thank you."

Angelia looked up at me, "... I'm two days late, sorry."

I shook my head.

I shouldn't have made that call.

But if I say this out of my mouth, she will feel more guilty if I say it?I sat down and said with a smile, "Then shall I cut the cake directly, or light the candles?"

She smiled, "Up to you."

I took out the plastic knife for cutting the cake, and heard her say again, "Don't you want to make a wish?"

I froze for a moment and looked at the cake. The sleeping Aurora was waiting for the caster to undo the spell. She broke her heart and healed her.

I held the cake-cutting knife with my hands together and closed my eyes.

It's a knife and it's honey.

"Okay." I smiled at her.

In fact, I just closed my eyes at the cake, and my mind was empty.

She's by my side, I don't need anything else.

Her eyes softened, she smiled softly, brushed her hair, pulled out the chair and sat up.From the time I entered the door until now, her smile finally looked a little more real, the corners of her lips were curled up, and her amorous feelings immediately filled the air.