MTL - I’m in Hollywood-Chapter 1113 Cut constantly

At that time, the bite was really bitten. After half a month, the wound on the front of the eye still had a scar.

Under the light yellow light of the tennis court, Carmen Kass looked down at the bite marks on Eric's arm, but her mind suddenly had an inexplicable thought, biting. This thought rose, she immediately had some guilty conscience, and the apology in her heart also became more intense.

How can you think about these things yourself.

Carefully rubbed his eyes, but fortunately, he was not staring at himself, so he let go of his heart.

Regaining his gaze, the slender fingers touched the scar gently, hesitating for a while, and she looked at his side face and said: "The scar should be cured."

"I don't plan to cure," Eric shook his head with a smile. "I remember someone said that a real man should have a few embarrassments."

According to her temper, if other people say this, she will definitely be rebellious, bitten by a woman, is it very promising?

However, at this time, listening to him said that she suddenly felt a little flustered.

He doesn't get rid of the cockroaches on his arms, then she can hardly get rid of this kind of involvement with him.

I can't help but recall the various things of these days.

From Gisele Bundchen to bully himself, to the encounter at Long Island Racecourse, to the subsequent turnaround and the kidnapping of the mother during the Paris Fashion Week.

Although today, the two had only a very short face, and it was definitely a very unbearable encounter. However, she felt that the man suddenly invaded her life completely, like the ubiquitous air. Even she herself unconsciously gave him an indescribable dependence. When she heard the news that her mother was kidnapped, the first thing she thought of was the figure that she had bitten.

Anyone who knows her will feel that she is too stubborn.

Only she knew that she was never a strong girl. Because her parents were divorced from a young age and her social environment was very unstable, she lived in an insecure atmosphere from childhood to large.

Girls in the fashion circle have no more habits than most Westerners. Some girls who are eager to enjoy the game can't afford to pay for the salary in the next few years, but because of the lack of security, she will habitually save money, often by friends. Tune is a miser.

However, since that day, the deep-rooted insecurity that has accumulated since the beginning of the day has rarely plagued her.

perhaps.

Not getting rid of this kind of involvement with him, it seems that it is not bad.

After a while, I found that I still hold the man's arm, and he seems to have no plans to take it back. After hesitating, she carefully wrapped the bandage that had just been solved, helped him to squat down the sleeve, and there was no further movement, and he was willing to let his arm lie on his knee.

Only, when she put the sleeves together, the man took his arm back.

"Right, although pretty girls don't eat, you must be hungry?"

She nodded subconsciously.

However, I suddenly remembered this very familiar words.

The little girl named Emma said: "Dad said that beautiful girls don't eat."

father? !

Her impression of Emma was very good. She also thought that Emma's father must be a very interesting person. Later she attacked Eric Williams and was very guilty about the possible influence on the family.

But at this time, she suddenly straightened out some things.

It turns out that he is the one who has always been very interesting.

just.

Dad, daughter, father, daughter.

Although these days, because of his concern, she also saw the gossip news that he already has children.

But at this time, it was confirmed that the mood was inevitably complicated.

Ok, although I feel that I may not have this qualification.

However, she does have some taste.

Eric didn't know what she was thinking. When she finished, she stood up and said, "Let's go, let's go eat something, I am also hungry."

She stood up mechanically and followed Eric to the villa.

Leaving the tennis court and walking on the ramp of the manor, she hesitated, still could not help but ask: "Emma, ​​is your daughter?"

"Yeah," Eric didn't know why she suddenly asked this, but nodded: "However, it should be a foster girl. Yes, next time you see Emma, ​​you still have to formally apologize to her. You could scare her last time."

She snorted.

The mind suddenly relaxed.

Although there are still a few small shadows on the impression of the racecourse.

However, because of some kind of ostrich mentality, she did not intend to ask again.

Follow him to the shell villa on the edge of the cliff, which is really big, like a palace.

However, two people walked inside, or late at night, inevitably appear to be somewhat empty, even deserted.

He seemed to enjoy this feeling, so she quickly adapted to the atmosphere.

As he came to the kitchen together, the two personally prepared a simple nightingale, and she was awkwardly helping. Of course, she will do housework, but because of the woman's instinct, she feels that she should be awkward.

I did a good night's sleep, didn't go to the restaurant again, sat down at the small bar in the corner of the kitchen with two plates, and watched the man give a cup of hot milk to herself. She quickly picked it up and made a small place. I took a sip and noticed the smile of the man's mouth. I was a little embarrassed at once.

The bottom of my heart gave birth to a faint warmth.

Eric simply cleaned up the kitchen utensils, sat down next to the girl, picked up a piece of bread and smeared the jam, and actively sought out the topic: "What are you busy with recently?"

Carmen Kass shook his head: "The fashion week has just ended and everyone is resting, but Paul is helping me talk about a spokesperson."

"This way, just staying in Los Angeles for a while, I will go to New York on Easter, and I will take you back together."

Although there is preparation, even the psychological has no resistance.

However, when I heard Eric said, Carmen Kathy’s face was still reddish, and he couldn’t look back next to his eyes.

Eric said again: "Paul is talking about your endorsement. I can see if I can help?"

"A Dior's perfume has basically been talked about."

"Oh, which series?"

“It’s a new product line,” Carmen Kess said. “They said, ‘True me’.”

Eric nodded, but suddenly remembered something, looked up and looked at the girl for a moment, could not help but smile: "This is really clever."

The former Dior True, the more famous spokesperson is Charlize Theron.

But Carmen Kass reminded me that Eric remembered a very gorgeous Dior My God Golden Goddess poster. Although the memory brought by previous lives has been somewhat distorted over the years, but in the poster, carefully The girl is not Carmen Kathy next to her. If she guessed it right, she is probably the first spokesperson of Dior True.

Carmen Kass naturally couldn't see Eric's mind, just looking at it with doubt.

"Hey, let Paul send a copy of Dior's true information tomorrow," Eric did not explain. He smiled and said: "I will help you with your staff. In fact, I am actually a very good commercial director. ”

Although he did not understand why he suddenly increased his interest, Carmen Kass nodded.

After eating the nightingale, the time is already one o'clock in the morning.

After finishing the cutlery and leaving the kitchen, the atmosphere inevitably picked up again.

Feeling the accelerating heartbeat, Carmen Kass obediently followed Eric to the luxurious round bedroom at the top of the shell villa. The man helped her prepare some temporary toiletries and pushed her into the bathroom.

I don't know how long it took, she came out of the bathroom, wearing a large bathrobe, and the hair she had just washed had completely dried up.

Eric leaned on the bed and was looking at a book that didn't know what it was, saw her coming out and patted it.

So came over, opened the quilt, cautiously climbed onto the big bed, hesitated, or took off his bathrobe, revealing the slim body wearing a close-fitting bra and underpants, whispering under the quilt.

Eric looked at her movements, smiled, put down the books in her hands, turned off the lights in the bedroom, and lay down.

The sudden darkness made her feel a little relaxed, but she felt the movement of the man beside her, but her body was still slightly tight.

One hand reached over, grabbed her waist and took her to the other side, so she gently leaned back along the man's strength until the back was attached to the man's chest.

"Sleep, work early tomorrow, men can be really hard."

When they were close together, she found that she did not feel the breath of the man behind her. She even sneaked her nose and discerned the fragrance of the shower gel on his body.

Listen to him again, so the body can not help but relax.

Only after a while, the hand did not honestly solve her bra.

Thought that he still has to do something bad after all, she gently licked her mouth, but did not resist, could not help but raise his hand to help.

Feeling that he had thrown the bra out, and then there was no movement.

Of course, there is no movement, and the hand replaces the position of the bra.

After a while, the man did not move further, and her slightly breathing was calmed down again.

Just can't help but give birth to some thoughts.

Will he be too small?

Seems to see her mind, the man's voice rang in his ear: "Don't think about it, sleep."

Although in the dark, her face is still red.

Biting his lip, perhaps to cover up his guilty conscience, she has some little dissatisfaction in her tone, saying: "Your hand?"

So the hand was moved down with a good understanding.

It must be too small.

She wrinkled her nose and inexplicably gave birth to such a thought.

The man behind him quickly said softly: "You are too thin."

She paused and whispered: "If you are fat, you can't find a job."

"Well," the man's hand patted her on the waist and said: "It will definitely not be in the future."

Upon hearing this sentence, she squatted and felt a sense of peace of mind.

So he took the initiative to reach out and gently pressed on the back of the man's hand on his waist.

The big hand didn't seem to get used to this passive posture, and soon flipped over, and the two hands changed positions and covered her little hand in the palm of her hand.

Feeling the warmth of the man's palm, she hooked her mouth and relaxed completely, and slept in unconsciously.