Chapter 504： Don't you invite me in for a cup of coffee

Leaving Wall Street, Ryan came to the New York Public Theater. The time is just right, and the drama on stage is about to kick off.

This is produced by the New York Public Theater, directed by Mike Nix, from Chekhov's classic play "The Seagull".

As the actors appeared one by one, Ryan naturally focused on the most familiar person on the stage, and Natalie played an important juese in it.

Following "Anne Frank's Diary", the Long Island girl took advantage of her summer vacation to choose Broadway again. "Fiction" novel chapters are updated fastest

Of course, this time she was far less eye-catching than Annie's diary, after all, there was Meryl Streep on the same stage.

"I have an appointment with Miss Natalie Portman."

When the game was over, Ryan went directly to the entrance of the backstage, "Can you let me pass?"

"When... of course."

The staff here juggles usually with pens and notebooks, and after Ryan has signed his name, he quickly dodges aside.

Before arriving at the dressing rooms of the protagonists, Ryan took the flowers from the bodyguard and knocked on the door of Natalie's room.

"Who?"

The door was pulled open from inside. It was Natalie's female assistant. Seeing that the person was Ryan, she let in directly.

"Hi, Nat."

Ryan beckoned to the girl who was removing her makeup, and put the flowers on the table in front of her, "Your performance was great."

"Did you watch the audience?"

Brown eyes looked at Ryan in the mirror, and when he nodded, he said again. "I thought you always like to come when you leave."

"Hey, my dear." Ryan stretched out his hands helplessly. "When you starred in "Anne's Diary". I was promoting "Titanic" and finally escaped from the theater at that time. "

"Anyway, you can always find a reason." Natalie stood up, took off her costume generously, and changed back to her own clothes. "Didn't you say on the phone that you have been on Wall Street recently? Are you busy with work?"

"It's almost time to talk, and Scott will do the rest." Ryan let out a sigh of relief.

Although there is a relationship that has been formed at the beginning and has been carefully managed over the years, it has not paid enough benefits. How can those guys come to an agreement with him when they need it?

"Where to go next?" Natalie took the bag from the assistant and stuffed the bunch of flowers in it. "I'm hungry."

"Jean Georges restaurant."

Holding the girl's hand. Ryan opened the door to the dressing room, "I have already booked a place."

Just as soon as the door was opened, Ryan found a large bouquet of bright red roses handed to him, facing the young man in his twenties. I probably also found out that the person was wrong. I took it back immediately.

"Who is he?" Ryan asked the bodyguard at the door.

"A supporter of Miss Natalie." The bodyguard leaned in and said in a low voice.

"Hi, Nat."

The other party's eyes crossed Ryan and fell directly on Natalie, "Congratulations, a very successful performance."

"Thank you."

Natalie nodded politely, but did not pick up the flower he handed over.

This person was not a fool either, his gaze was immediately closed, and he stretched out his hand to Ryan. "Hello, Mr. Jenkins."

"Hello there."

Ryan shook it lightly. Just say, "We still..."

"If you can, can you invite you to dinner?" The other party smiled brightly, and the etiquette was impeccable.

"No need."

Before Ryan could speak, Natalie refused. She gently shook Ryan's hand and whispered, "Let's go."

Nodding to the opposite side, Ryan took Natalie and walked towards the exit of the backstage. He was just about to turn out of this corridor. His eyes swept across the other's face again, that face was really familiar.

He was sure that he hadn't seen each other before. This sense of familiarity must come from a previous life. When he got in the car, he was relatively curious, and said, "Who is that person, Nat?"

"Emily... a friend of my former Harvard roommate." Natalie said briefly, "Emily took him to a party I held. He should be working on Broadway. Once I saw our Rehearse, come here often..."

She made a gesture that you understand to Ryan, deliberately curled her lips and said, "I am one of my suitors."

"One?" Ryan's forehead jumped, "Dear Nat, do you have many suitors?"

"Of course." Natalie covered her mouth lightly, the smile in the corner of her eyes was very obvious, "So, if you do something that is sorry for me, I have many choices."

"It seems that I have to find a way to destroy their humanity in advance." Ryan deliberately followed Natalie's tone and joked, "That person..."

He realized that he didn't have that guy's name, "Just the guy just now, wouldn't he be your backup candidate, right?"

"It's just a Frenchman dancing ballet."

Natalie seemed to snort disdainfully, "French..."

Jean Georges restaurant is a Michelin three-star restaurant. Its head office in Manhattan is known as the most French restaurant in New York. This restaurant is mainly aimed at two groups of stars and rich people. Therefore, it can be called a New York restaurant in terms of atmosphere and prevention of paparazzi. model.

To eat French food, you must have enough patience. Sitting in the secluded partition, Ryan is tasting the appetizers while talking with Natalie softly. Judging from the hearty smiles that the two often show, they are completely restored to the past.

"How about this version of "Seagull" now?" Natalie's words unknowingly shifted to today's drama.

"Return it." Ryan replied casually.

"On a beautiful lakeside in a country, there is a young girl Ningna Chareknaya. She fantasizes about the stage, honor, love, and happiness." Natalie said it seemed to be her juese in the drama, "In her In my mind, life is as beautiful, charming, full of hallucinations and dreams like this lake and this sky."

Ryan stretched his hand to the other side and squeezed the girl's hand on the table, "I'm not Terry Green."

"I'm not Ningna either." Natalie smiled, and shook Ryan's hand. "This season is almost over."

"Nate, do you have time in early September?" Ryan asked very seriously.

"At Harvard." Natalie thought for a while, and then said, "Maybe back to New York during the weekend."

"Return to New York?" Even though it was too early, Ryan frowned and put down the knife and fork in his hand. "Will you go to Hawaii for a vacation together? Not the two of us. We will summon friends like Scott and Pat. Let's join us. Go to Lanai."

He looked straight at the other side, Natalie's lips moved, and finally she nodded slightly.

In September, New York was the most insecure place in the world. Ryan had made appointments with close friends and went to Hawaii for vacation in advance.

It’s been a long time since the two of them had completely opened their hearts to chat, as if they had returned to the way they were when they were young. Whether it’s philosophy or entertainment, whether it’s politics or economics, they can all be talked about in their mouths. Although it’s not as tit-for-tat as before, but occasionally If they disagree, they will stare at each other until they laugh at the same time.

"My idea and outline have been completed." Ryan talked about something recently written, "This is a story that relies on women to hold up the frame. A strong heroine is needed to build the entire world. Are you interested? Nat?"

"What about the script?" Natalie stretched out a hand happily.

"Actually, it will be released as a novel first."

Ryan slowly tasted the dessert after dinner, and said, "I have already worked out the outline and basic settings. I handed it over to a female screenwriter some time ago, and she will complete the specific writing work."

"When did you start looking for the gunman?" Natalie picked up the tissue and wiped her mouth gently.

"It's not the gunman, but we signed it together."

Seeing Natalie's interest, Ryan said a few more words, "After the novel is published, I have the priority to adapt the film."

In fact, after the premiere of "The Lord of the Rings", the people of Garcia quickly found Susan Collins, the famous female writer who became a famous writer, and is now just a very ordinary TV screenwriter in Hollywood. The people in Ryan talked to her. After contacting and seeing the simple outline setting, the two parties quickly reached an agreement.

The car stopped at the intersection, and Ryan and Natalie walked forward unhurriedly under the shining of the street lights.

In front is Natalie's residence. The quiet road is not long, and the two quickly came to the small villa holding hands.

"Then... see you tomorrow."

Standing in front of the door, Natalie waved goodbye to Ryan.

"Nate." Ryan didn't mean to say goodby at all. "Will you not invite me in for a cup of coffee?"

Natalie didn't speak, turned around and opened the door, walked into the villa first, and Ryan followed in.

With the bang of the door, Ryan took a step and hugged Natalie from behind. The girl's waist was still so thinThe figure was still so thin, as if it had never changed Over.

Gently blowing away the hair of her temples, Ryan's lips were drawn from the edge of the white ear beads, one hand picked up Natalie's pointed chin, and after hooking it over, he kissed the two extremely soft pieces On the lips.

Natalie opened the hand that Ryan was hugging with a little bit of force, and turned her whole body around, hooking her hands on his neck, venting the emotions she had accumulated for a long time.

The two people are very familiar with each other's body, where is the most sensitive place, while kissing deeply, the four hands are constantly walking around each other's body.

The buckles of women's jeans and men's belts quickly became undefended.

In the sound of rapid breathing, the four-petal lips pulled the thin, bright silver water threads apart, and then their foreheads came together, and the sky-blue eyes and brown eyes infinitely narrowed the distance between their hearts.

"Nate..."

Hugging the feather-light girl horizontally, Ryan walked towards Natalie's bedroom. (To be continued...) ()