[US Entertainment] Wild Child

Summer got out of bed and walked behind the door, but he didn't open the door or speak.

"Are you still angry?" Leonardo knocked on the door lightly again, "baby, can you open the door? Let me in."

"You go, I'm still angry and don't want to see you."

"Baby, Summer, don't be like this. I have already apologized to you," Wronged, why is she so stubborn! "Can't we just talk about it?"

Summer thought for a while, "Are you sure you are calm enough?"

"I'm sure."

"You swear you won't get mad at me again?"

"I swear."

He pushed the door: it hadn't opened yet.

He was a little impatient, "Samo!"

Sam opened the door with tears in his eyes.

Leonardo suddenly felt distressed, "Why are you—" Why are you still crying?

He put the tray in his hand on the floor, and quickly hugged her, "Don't cry, it's my fault, my fault." In fact, he had long forgotten why he was angry, probably because it was too small thing.

"It's all your fault," she whispered.

"It's my fault. Forgive me, okay?" Pressing his forehead against hers, he said softly, "When you left home, I was so flustered that I didn't know what to do."

"Then why didn't you come over right away?"

He was angry and funny, "It's not because you punctured the tire of my car, I have to change the tire. You said, you were so angry and ran away, and you still wanted to puncture the tire."

Summer pretended "I didn't do that", "If you come here tomorrow, I won't forgive you."

"I know. I know." He picked her up, ticked his feet, and closed the door. "You curmudgeon, cunning little thing!"

She wrapped her arms around his neck and said softly, "You bad-tempered, arrogant badboy."

Leonardo couldn't help laughing, "Are you still angry?" He carefully put her on the bed, "Let's not quarrel, okay? Never again."

"It was you who got angry with me first."

"I got mad first, but that's--that's, well," he sighed. "I always think you don't love me very much, and it scares me."

He pressed his face against hers, "What do you say is love?"

"It's hard to tell."

"Just you, and me, the love between us."

"That could be—" Summer froze suddenly.

"You haven't loved anyone before me, maybe you don't know what 'love' is, maybe one day you will find that you don't love me, you fell in love with someone else, and it will break my heart."

She stared at his lips, and poked his chin lightly with her fingers, "Do you love me?"

"I love you very much, I love you very much, I only love you."

"Then I will love you too, and only you."

He held her hand and kissed her fingertips, "You said you love me, but you have to love me."

This is what she said to him.

Summer smiled softly, "Stop talking about this all the time, I'm so sleepy and I want to sleep." The back and forth quarrels and driving back to her mother's house were really exhausting. "I almost fell asleep just now."

She yawned and grabbed his T-shirt, "Let me get some sleep—"

She fell asleep quickly.

Leonardo looked at her sleeping face and smiled wryly: Actually, nothing has changed, right?He still didn't get the answer he wanted.

He sulked, thinking she might never know what he was worrying about.

If someone told him years ago that he would toss and turn for a woman's love, he must have laughed at that guy.Ever since he got an Oscar nomination, he knew he could have any girl he wanted, he could take the most beautiful girl at the party, no one could say no to her, it was a quantum leap, so he became Summer "badboy" in the mouth.

——But that was Summer, and if anyone could possibly get his love with all his heart, it was only her.

Or was she feeling—unsure because of his previous girlfriends?Is she like this?Because she was not sure about his love, she never took the initiative to say love, and she always said she loved him when he said it first.

How unfair!But how in line with her way of thinking.

He was so distressed that he couldn't think of how to express his love.

In this way, after Summer woke up the next morning, he heard Leonardo say: "Let me manage all my bank deposits, salary checks, and investment projects, okay?"

Summer was stunned, "What?" She had just woken up, still staring in a daze, what was she going to say to her suddenly? !

"Do you find it troublesome?"

"—no. Why do you suddenly want me to manage your money?"

"My people are already yours, and of course my money is yours too."

"I know how much money you have, I don't want to be buried in bills or ledgers all day long."

"Naughty! Assistants and accountants will take care of those trivial matters, so don't worry." He rested his head on his palm, and brushed her hair with the other hand, "I heard that a good wife must control the financial power of the family. People with financial power to make important decisions - but of course, it's best to discuss everything with me, because we are a husband and wife. What do you say?"

Summer nodded: "It's fair and reasonable."

Pointing at the tip of her nose, "Everything about me is yours. My body, my brain, my soul, and my money are all yours. I love you, you know that?"

She nodded, "I love you too."

"I don't know how to express my love for you, I can only give you my all, so that if one day you want to leave me, take all of me, my love, my My heart, my money. I don't need anything without you."

"You talk as if I'm bound to leave you. Where's your confidence?"

"My self-confidence... may be in hell. Don't leave me, baby, never leave me."

"However, 'forever' is too long, and no one can tell what will happen in the future. We have been married for less than a year now, what about three years later? What about five years later? Ten years? Will we be like this 'forever'? "

Leonardo was very confused, "Why not? You see, I must know that I want to marry you before I propose to you. I can't understand this. You also know that I am very serious about marriage. What kind of attitude, I don't want a divorce when I'm married, and it's even more impossible if we have children."

"But love can't last forever."

"That's okay, maybe 10 years from now we won't be this kind of love, but love will become family, you are my wife, the mother of my future child. Look! There will be many, many wonderful things to look forward to between us , 'love' may not last forever, but love can always be rekindled."

Samo smiled, "How do you know?"

"That's what it says in the books." He muttered in a low voice, "In short, I will always love you, and you don't have to worry about this at all."

"Then you don't have to worry that I will leave you. You have to know that it is troublesome to get to know another person again."

Leonardo snickered: "Yes, you are afraid of troublesome things." His fingers lightly touched her soft lips, "Let's have a baby early, and we don't really have to wait until you are 30 years old, or I am 30 years old. "

She opened her mouth and bit his fingertips, and said vaguely, "Okay."

"You can think about it for a while."

"Have you really made up your mind?"

"I've thought about it. I'm ready."

"No, you didn't."

He sighed, "I'm not ready, but if you give me one of our children right now, I will be."

He kissed her slowly, "I really hope that this day will come soon."

After washing up, they went downstairs to have breakfast.

Dennis looked at their clenched hands, then at Suzanne.

"What do you want to eat? I'll make it." Susannah stood up.

"No, let me do it, I know what she likes for breakfast." Leonardo said hastily. "Baby, what do you want to eat?"

"Bacon, fried eggs, toast, creamed corn."

Susanna watched the two of them rummaging through the refrigerator for ingredients. After finding all the ingredients, Leonardo skillfully turned on the gas stove, put on a frying pan, and poured a little olive oil.Summer hugged his waist, and the two children were tired and crooked.

Dennis touched her and motioned for her to leave with him.

"Look! Don't worry," Dennis said, pulling Suzanne upstairs, "their problems can be solved by themselves. Leo is a good boy after all, and he won't do anything to hurt Summer. I told him that if he is Divorcing Summer because he slept with another woman, I broke his left leg first, then his right leg, and finally his middle 'leg'."

Suzanne's eyes widened, then she laughed, "My God!"

"What? You know what Hollywood is like. As a man, Leo will encounter countless temptations. As long as he is a little bit weak-willed, he will do wrong things. I must let him know clearly that if he does something I'm sorry about my precious daughter, he won't be able to eat and walk around."

Suzanne said annoyedly: "I'm afraid of this. As long as he is a little weak-willed, he will do wrong things. Even if you break all three of his legs, he will still hurt Summer."

"Oh! Don't worry too much." In fact, he is also worried, but in life, you can't be unwilling to try at all just because you are worried. "Leo is a smart guy. You know how smart people do things. They always choose the path that suits them best."

The heated olive oil has a unique aroma, and the bacon is placed in the frying pan, giving off a meaty aroma, which quickly overwhelms the aroma of the olive oil.

The fried eggs are not too old and not tender just right, sprinkled with some cinnamon powder; the surface of the toast is slightly burnt, and the creamed corn kernels are a little more troublesome, but it will be ready in 10 minutes.

Leonardo was triumphant, and felt that he could be regarded as a breakfast expert.

"Where do you want to go today?" He placed the plates for the two of them and sat at the dining table.

"Go—" Summer thought for a moment, "Walk casually, or go nowhere, and drive south or north along the coast road until there is no gas." San Diego is in the south, and San Francisco is in the north.

"Go south. Bring beach chairs, blankets, drinks and some food, and we'll find a suitable place for a picnic."

She nodded happily, "Okay, I like picnics."

After breakfast, the two of them were busy looking for the things they needed. They found a folded wooden recliner in the basement. There were also picnic blankets, and they were all well received. Pinned a note stating that it was a wooden deck chair; the blanket was packed in a cardboard box with what was inside written on the outside.