Chapter 175： Why is it black?

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At the entrance of the Fox studio, the tall black security guards looked at the two men standing not far from the gate from time to time. The two people hiding in the shade of the trees were more than six feet tall, although they were quite serious. However, the young man with a big, wide chin and a tight-eyed man doesn’t look like a good person. Plus, only the old man with a backpack is carrying a backpack and doesn’t have a camera. Not on the top, so the black security secretly raised a bit of vigilance, and told the companions to prevent them from sneaking into them. This kind of thing rarely happens, but it is not without it. There are often big stars in the studio, and once they are sneaked into harassing them, whether or not they have caused losses, their security guards on duty can only be removed.

However, the two people have been honest and have not done anything wrong, so the security guards have not found any reason to drive them away. The two waited there less than ten o'clock, until the end of nearly twelve o'clock did not leave, from time to time to the film gate and the road next to look a few eyes, seems to be waiting for someone.

At about 11:50, a yellow taxi stopped near the gate of the studio. The door opened, wearing a pink T-shirt and denim hot pants. The petite girl with heart-shaped sunglasses and white skin went away from the car. Down, carrying a canvas bag, holding a parasol in his hand, two men saw the girl, quickly rushed up, talking, the slightly old man still snatched the girl's sunshade The umbrella was supported by the other side, and three talents came over to the gate.

The black security guard looked at the girl who was wearing sunglasses and his skin was as white as milk. He had a feeling of deja vu, and he stopped the three people until the other party got together at the door for pedestrians to enter and exit: "Sorry, Three, please show your pass."

The two men looked at Drew together, and the girl picked up the sunglasses: "I am looking for Eric Williams, this gentleman, can you see if I can go directly?"

"You...you are Miss Drew Barrymore," Drew took off his sunglasses. The black security guard recognized the other person at a glance, relaxed his vigilant look, and smiled politely toward Drew, revealing a white tooth: " Of course, no problem. However, according to the regulations, if there is no pass, it is not directly accessible. Miss Barrymore, can you wait a moment? I will call Mr. Williams’ studio to let the other person pick you up.”

"Thank you, that... Mr. Crick," Drew glanced at the other's badge, saying so.

At noon in August, Los Angeles had a glare and the temperature was over 30 degrees. Therefore, the black man gave the three people to the lounge next to the gate before dialing the phone.

Shantou walked into the lounge, and she was very familiar with finding a chair to sit down. From the bag, I squeezed the candy into the small mouth and chewed it. I took out the makeup mirror and put together my hair. The two big men who didn’t sit in the place laughed: "Lawrence, have you waited for a long time?"

"Of course not, Drew, we are only half an hour earlier than you," Lawrence Bender said with a smile, and the black security guard who was on the phone heard Lawrence Bender say that he just glanced at it. The meaning of debunking.

Shantou looked at the two people's shirts soaked in sweat, no longer asked, shrugged a small shoulder, she said to the other party is after 11 o'clock, but it seems that the other party came quite early, perhaps I was afraid that things like traffic jams on the way were delayed. Anyway, Shantou didn't care much about this kind of thing.

Quentin Tarantino, standing next to Lawrence Bender, has not spoken, is not ashamed, and certainly less likely to be afraid of life. In comparison, he is actually more talkative than Lawrence Bender. But this gentleman always sneaked a sneak peek at the little ankles in the sandals of the skull, and his heart was a little uncomfortable. The white and tender little feet were as delicate as a pair of artworks, but why bother to dye black nail polish? Ah, why are you dyed black? Quentin, which is scratched by something, even has an impulse to pounce on the black nail polish. Of course, in reality, it is definitely impossible to make it.

Drew talked with Lawrence Bender a few words before turning to Quentin. It happened that he just caught Quentin’s gaze on his feet and he was not angry. Instead, he smiled at Quentin, and he was I caught the playful look of Oh.

Quentin quickly turned his eyes to the side, while holding his mouth and coughing twice, trying to ease the embarrassment.

Shantou didn't want to let him go, looked up and looked at it very directly. "Quentin, is there any problem with my foot?"

"Amount... Keke, no, of course not, Miss Barrymore, your feet are very... very beautiful," Quentin replied incoherently, and soon felt that Lawrence had an elbow at the waist and suddenly reacted: "No, no, I mean..."

"Giggle..." I saw the other person's flustered look, and the girl smirked with no heart.

Lawrence Bender also glanced at the buddy in a speechless manner. When is this, if the little grandmother in front of her eyes is a little smaller, this opportunity that we finally got will be lost.

Fortunately, the studio came to meet the staff of the three Druids to resolve Quentin's embarrassment, and the three came to the studio of Friends in a battery car.

Into the studio, Drew went straight to Eric, and Lawrence Bender and Quentin Tarantino also quickly followed, and soon saw Drew pounce on a blue T-shirt. The young man, Eric and Drew hugged, and reluctantly let the little girl lick on his face before letting go of the girl and went to Lawrence Bender and Quentin Tarantino.

"Hello, Mr. Tarantino, Mr. Bender," Eric shook hands with the two. Quentin originally thought that Eric would first say hello to Lawrence. After all, the two people seem to be based on Lawrence. Leading, but Eric did indeed go to himself first, which made Quentin suddenly have a illusion of being flattered, although in the evaluation of friends, Quentin has always been a narcissistic guy, but narcissism is also affirmation It is an occasional occasion. In the face of the director who has made more than $10 in global box office years ago, Quentin naturally produces a sense of self-satisfaction. (The novel "I am Hollywood" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will be a 100% lottery gift for everyone! Open WeChat now, click on the "+" in the top right to "Add a friend" to search the public. No. "qdread" and pay attention, speed is fast!)