Chapter 37： Overlord meal

Virginia is a little excited. According to the name, this is a movie featuring a woman. With Eric's current fame, if she can star in the heroine, she will receive great attention regardless of whether the film is ultimately good or bad.

"Eric, you mean... I... I..."

The look of the girl in the arms made Eric a bit embarrassed: "I am sorry, Virginia, your temperament is not suitable for this movie, you are too charming. The heroine I envisioned, the temperament should be pure, I have to be a bit sexy."

It seems that Virginia didn't hear Eric's words. The soft body leaned forward and clung to Eric to lift the sleek little face and whispered: "Eric, maybe we can find a room to discuss. With that script, I believe that I have enough strength to play the role you said."

The girl exhaled like a blue, and the small hand below gradually touched the man's vital parts, and squeezed it there.

For a moment, Eric really agreed to Virginia's impulse, but after all, he was a mature man with strong self-control.

He understood that if he agreed to Virginia's suggestion and found a room to "explore", he would have to let her star in the heroine. Although it is not uncommon to find a ruthless thing in the circle, he is not the kind of person. And he is now shallow, if it is time to repent, the girl's anti-go strike is also a trouble for him.

Taking a deep breath, I once again pushed Virginia away, Eric said: "Virginia, I am really sorry, although "Little Ghosts" and "Return to Seventeen" are successively obtained. Success, but many people are still skeptical about my ability, I can't stand the failure. If there is a role for you in the future, I will definitely consider you first."

The last promise was dispensable, and Verginia saw that he had the biggest chip, Eric was unmoved, and some admire the boy's self-control, and no longer entangled. A dance, when the two separated, Virginia left Eric a business card.

"Why, what are some reluctance?" Drew didn't know where to come out and took Eric's arm and shouted.

"Of course, I am a normal man." Eric laughed.

"Then you can go find her, I believe that Virginia will not refuse to spend the spring with you."

Eric shrugged: "But that is a price to pay. I am a poor man. I am worth 521 cents and 75 cents. I can't even afford a luxury suite in the hotel."

Drew licked his lips with a small tongue and licked his lips on Eric. "Eric, there is no need to pay any price here, you can also deliver it to your door."

Eric couldn't help but knock on Drew's head: "All day, a confused little goblin, a bad review, return!"

Drew screamed and slammed his head: "Eric, I strongly protest that you always knock on my head, and then I bite you, I am serious."

Playing, James Brooks came over with a glass of red wine.

"Hey, Eric, how about talking to Mr. Barry Diller?"

"Not bad, we have reached an initial agreement, and the next year, my film will be released by Fox."

James said in a toast: "So, congratulations, Eric, I believe that your cooperation with Fox will be very pleasant."

Eric took a glass of red wine and followed the toast: "I hope so too."

After a sip, James said: "Eric, come with me, I will introduce some insiders to you, and they want to know you."

"This is my pleasure." Eric is pleased to follow James to the crowd.

The Drew around him suddenly thought of something like that, his big eyes turned and he quickly followed.

......

"This is Mr. Richard Zanuk, who used to be the producer of Spielberg's "Great White Shark."

Eric said in a toast: "Hello, Mr. Zanuk."

Richard Zanuk was in his fifties, his body was thin and his face was a bit fierce. At this time he showed a kind smile. "Hello, Eric, I am very glad to meet you. Oh, there is Druid, blink of an eye. It’s already a big girl. Don’t be fooling around in the future. You should learn from Eric.”

At this time, Drew looked like a prostitute: "I will, Mr. Zanuk, can I respect you for a glass of wine?"

"Of course." The other party replied.

Drew raised the glass, but there was a glass of juice inside. The **** seemed to have just been found. I was embarrassed. "Oh, I forgot that I can't drink now, Eric, can you replace me?"

Eric smiled and nodded, touched Richard Zanuk and drank the remaining red wine in the glass.

After a few chats, James led Eric to walk to other people.

These are the connections that may be used in the future, so Eric got up and talked with each other, so he didn't notice that Drew was always using it in a variety of ways to let him drink a little more.

After turning for more than half a lap, Eric finally found himself drinking too much, rushed to the bathroom and spit it out. When it came out, it was already vain, dizzy, and faltering.

When James saw this situation, he had to give up and continue to introduce others to Eric: "Eric, you are drunk, come here today, there will be opportunities in the future, I will send you back."

"Mr. James, let me send Eric back home." Drew said quickly.

Drew stuck Eric one night. James subconsciously thought that Drew was Eric’s girlfriend. He didn’t realize what was wrong. He nodded. “Okay, Drew, remember to go back and let Ericdo drink. Point water."

Druen screamed and found a waiter. The two men helped Eric to the Eric car in the parking lot.

"Ms. Drew, do you need me to send you back?" the waiter asked politely.

Drew nodded, handing the car key to the waiter and opening the back door of the car. Eric had already collapsed in the back seat and fell asleep.

Drew squeezed into the back seat and forced Eric's head to put it on his lap. He explained the address of Eric's house. The waiter ordered some hair to move the car.

......

After paying the tip and sending the waiter, Drew snorted and returned to the bedroom.

When he smashed his high heels, Drew climbed directly into Eric’s big bed, looking at Eric’s sleeping face sideways, fascinated and reached out and touched him, muttering: “You can’t run now, you are now It’s mine.”

Tightly leaning against Eric, Drew's eyes kept sweeping around. This bedroom was filled with the warmest memory of Drew's sensibility. When I remembered the last episode of drug addiction, Eric was meticulous. Care, Drew feels that he should also do something.

Effortlessly took Eric's clothes off, and finally only the shorts that were close to the body. The drunken people always looked dead and dead. After doing this, Drew had a little gasp. After I covered the quilt for Eric, Drew found a towel in the bathroom, opened the warm water and smashed it awkwardly, wringed it and went back to the bedroom, carefully rubbing Eric.

Eric in his sleep quietly let Drew do all this, wipe his face, Drew squatted on the bed and looked at everything in front of him, suddenly felt that if he could stay with him forever, how good it is for him, She has tried to quit the addiction, and as long as he speaks, she can make any changes for him.

However, how does the precocious Drew feel that he does not understand that Eric is not like the man who has been polite and polite in her heart, but he does not have much men and women for himself. She even felt that Eric treated her like a daughter.

Although this feeling is very warm, she does not hate that he knocks his brain from time to time with the tone of the lesson, but this relationship is not what she wants, she does not want to be his 'daughter', um... if he wants It is ok to play some Play. But she wants to be his woman, she loves him.

Thinking of this, Drew was slightly excited. He threw the wet towel in his hand directly on the cabinet next to the bed. He took off three or two times and looked down at his own exquisite figure. Then he quickly opened the quilt. Drilled into Eric's arms.

Some of the embarrassing bedside lights, the uplifted bed, the industrious little bee was busy, and finally disappointed to find a small head from the quilt, his face reddish, slightly breathing. Some unwillingly glanced at Eric, who was still asleep, and wanted to take a bite.

Doesn't it all mean that a man will be a big animal after drinking? How come to the front is not very spiritual?

Shantou was originally prepared to forcibly eat the meal of the king, and made certain things into established facts, so that Eric would no longer treat himself with his attitude towards the daughter. However, for a while, ‘tableware’, although it responded, never reached the level of self-help.

Maybe next time I should prepare some medicine for help, some tired Drew turned to a small thought, and I took Eric’s arm and put it in a comfortable position, leaning against Eric’s chest, I don’t know. Feeling sinking to sleep.