Chapter 187: I understand

"So, get out of bed, I ate porridge, I hope you will like it," Elizabeth said, leaving a faint smile and then turned away.
Julia stretched her neck and looked out from the cracked door. She didn't find the girl's figure, wrapped her body in a blanket, and ran to the bathroom with a twist, she didn't have the embarrassing temper of Elizabeth. I am not used to revealing my body in front of a person who knows the day, even if the other person is the same sex.
Twenty minutes later, Julia put on a loose pale green home dress and appeared in the restaurant. Elizabeth had already had breakfast, and she saw Julia walk in, just pointed at the girl and still sat at the table. I took a roll of newspaper in my hand and looked at it while watching it. I didn’t take myself as an outsider.
Julia didn't mind, sat down on the other side, picked up a toast, put a bit of peanut butter and ate a few mouthfuls, and tasted the porridge in the bowl.
"I slept well last night?" The opposite girl suddenly spoke.
"Oh, when... of course," Julia replied quickly. Somehow, she felt a little guilty. As for why, she couldn’t remember it. The memories of the drunkenness had become blurred and unclear.
"If possible, I advise you not to have another time," Elizabeth said with a deep meaning.
"Next... What's next?" Julia looked at the opposite girl and blinked.
"Drunk, don't get drunk again."
Julia seems to be aware of something: "I... Did I do something bad last night?"
Elizabeth nodded no more and nodded: "Yes."
"God." Julia slammed her head: "This is bad, if it is passed out, in case..."
"Do not worry. No," Elizabeth shook her head without lifting her head and turned the newspaper in front of her.
"Ok?"
"I think that the mixed ball will not pass things out," Elizabeth said lightly.
Julia's eyes widened: "Mixed balls... Sir, you mean... Eric."
"bingo!"
There was a groan in Julia's heart, and the tone even became a bit stuttering: "That... that, Liz. I... I am, in the end... what did you do?"
"Not too bad. You are just wrapped around the mixed ball, crying and crying for him to kiss you."
"Oh, God!" Julia snorted angrily, hugged her head and squatted at the table. I bumped a few times on the solid wood table.
Seeing the girl’s reaction, Elizabeth couldn’t help but smile:
Don’t hit it, it’s no pain to knock the wood.

After a while, Julia lifted her head and stretched out the glass kettle in the center of the table to give herself a cup of cool white, simmered and made a few deep breaths before she bravely said: "That, Liz. Can Tell me about the last night?"
"Are you sure you want to hear?" Elizabeth asked one.
Depressing the idea of ​​retreating, Julia nodded.
Elizabeth was very good at memory, and she was not drunk last night. So from the girl began to complain about Eric began, 15 to 10 to talk about it, but also painted a lot of small details.
"I... I even said things that I dreamed of?" Julia looked like she was going to collapse, and she hoped to hear Elizabeth's negative answer.
"Well," Elizabeth said, holding the bowl and drinking the porridge. When I heard Julia's question, I nodded vaguely.
Julia once again put her head on the table: "It’s over. I have no face to live, how can I meet people?"
Elizabeth finished the last bite of porridge, rubbed her mouth, and revealed a curious look. "Julia, Eric Williams really has that kind of hobby, he likes it. Beat a woman?"
"No," the girl squatting on the table replied with a sullen voice.
Elizabeth seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "So, those are your sexual fantasies. I thought he was really a metamorphosis. It was so disgusting. I was interested in him."
"Liz, don't say this topic anymore? I want to die now."
"This is nothing. Who can stipulate that a woman can't be a little fantasizing, huh, huh, but you are really special, you want him to hit you."
"That's just a dream," Julia said with a weak head.
"Dream is a convenient and quick virtual realization form that human desires to look forward to. It is essentially the same as the illusion of waking, but the fantasy is controllable, but the dream is arbitrary, but if you don't have this idea in your heart, I will not do such a dream."
"Uh huh..." The girl made a few cryes, and then you said that I was going to cry out.
Elizabeth would no longer hold on to this matter and took the initiative to change the subject: "Julia, are you falling in love with him?"
Julia slammed up and the apparent girl was more sensitive to this topic: "No, of course not, I hate him."
"Oh," Elizabeth did not respond to the sound, wisely did not ask again, or she might have to be driven out by the maddening woman, and at the same time muttering this reflection is really ‘hate’ to the extreme.
Julia squinted at Elizabeth, holding her fingers on the edge of the table and pressing down slightly, eager to try something to do. After waiting for a while, I found that the opposite girl did not have the following, and the sigh of relief quickly vented, and said softly: "I am just... actually..."
"Forget it, Julia, hurry up for breakfast. I think your life is too boring, and I will think about it all day. After breakfast, go shopping. I can borrow a private jet, we can fly directly. Manhattan, Fifth Avenue is a shopping paradise. I will take you to some parties in the evening to help you introduce a few young people. Maybe they are not as good as Eric Williams, but the family must have more money than the other."
"I have known a few people at such a party, either they are too old, or they are self-righteous guys. They rely on the family's financial resources to spend their time outside. I even wonder if they will be able to inherit money in the future. For the property of the first generation, the United States must pay taxes first to inherit the inheritance. I have heard that many rich children can only donate large amounts of inheritance because they cannot afford to pay huge estate taxes."
"Oh, you are only a handful," Elizabeth said with a smile: "With a little thought, the billionaires have countless ways to pass enough assets to the next generation."
The topic unconsciously turned away from the anecdote last night, and the two also slowly began to talk, and chatted.
"Liz, how are you wearing this shirt? Don't you think that the body is a little big?" After breakfast, the two girls got into Julia's cloakroom and began to pick clothes. Both of them are about the same size and height. Therefore, there is no problem with the size.
"But, I prefer loose clothes, this is a good thing," Elizabeth didn't mean to change it. She still wears only two white thighs and bare legs, standing next to her, pulling another dress. Cabinet, picking up trousers from the self.
Julia licked her lips and quickly swung her head to think about how to get the shirt off if she didn't feel the same.
"Well, this pair of pants is good, it's it," Elizabeth took a khaki casual trousers from the closet and put it under her waist, then she wore it.
"Good, very good looking," Julia turned her eyes. "But I think khaki pants with a light blue top are better, pink is OK, white is awkward," said the girl. Quickly remove two small shirts from the front wardrobe and lean in front of Elizabeth: "Look!"
Elizabeth blinked and looked at the two small blouses in front of her eyes. Then she looked at the body and suddenly picked up the hem and smashed the large white shirt on her body. White small bottom pants, while screaming in his mouth: "Wow, wow, disgusting, I understand, this is definitely Eric Williams's mixed-ball clothes, too disgusting, hey, day. Oh!" (To be continued)