Chapter 202: Is it mutated?

Chasing out the restaurant, Elizabeth found that Eric had disappeared and could only be disappointed to return to the hotel where she lived.
"Julia, what are you doing?"
Back in the hotel room, Elizabeth saw a suitcase lying in the middle of the bedroom, and Julia was packing her clothes.
Julia put a small t-shirt over the box and looked up and explained: "I... I want to leave, I think I should go back to Los Angeles."
Elizabeth hated the iron and smashed her feet, and reached out and pulled the girl up and pressed it on the chair: "Do you see what you look like now, a little beast that has encountered an enemy eager to escape?"
Julia was poked in her mind and blinked a few times in a panic, only to force her to complain to Elizabeth: "I still blame you, you obviously don't remind me behind me, I said Those words, that guy will definitely want to pack me up."
Elizabeth couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Haha, how do you clean up, spanking? Don't make trouble, Julia, those are your dreams."
Julia couldn't help but shrink her neck: "You... you don't understand, Liz, that guy is very bad."
Elizabeth really didn't understand Julia's behavior. She couldn't help but think about it for a while before she pulled up the girl: "Go, come with me."
"Where?" Julia stood up along the strength of Elizabeth.
"Let's go to Eric Williams. If you are worried, I will help you in person and let him stop harassing you in the future."
When the girl heard Elizabeth's words, she immediately slipped into the chair and couldn't get up. A pair of small hands clasped the handrail and explained: "He... he never harassed me."
"Then tell me, what happened to you?"
"I... I don't know too well. Anyway, I just hated him a little, and because of that drunk and today's things. I don't even dare to see him, Liz. Don't worry about it?" Lia said, although she was already a girlfriend with Elizabeth, Julia did not say the biggest secret of her heart. The secret is still only known to her and Eric, and she is not I understand too much whether my emotions are caused by Stockholm Syndrome. She has secretly read some related books. But the symptoms seem to be...not the same.
Is it a variation?
Elizabeth sullenly turned a few laps in the bedroom open space and suddenly patted the clapping: "Julia, do you see if this is the case?"
The girl looked up curiously, and Elizabeth analyzed: "Perhaps, just because you have been in contact with him too little, and in a few short contacts, he seems to be strong, so will you make such an impression in your heart?"

"Or... maybe," Julia nodded and thought about it. Things are almost like this. Even when she was filming "Feng Yue Qiao Jia", she did not get along with Eric alone several times, even from the beginning to the present. She only had one bed with him, although the impression was more profound, but only once.
Then, other impressions...
On the night of the first encounter, he looked down at her and said that he could send her to the position of Hollywood's top actress...
When she filmed "Fengyue", she took the initiative to give him a hint. He said: Forget it, I have to go back quickly...
She tempted him with the invitation of Al. He said lightly: Go, don't delay the shooting of tomorrow...
In the trailer. He raised his palm and she felt a sense of expectation in her heart. Then he slammed the door open...
After the success of "Fengyue", she went to find him with imposing manner. He reprimanded her: I can't wait, what do you want to do...
The company gave her a driver's bodyguard. She felt very novel. When she ran around to show off, he used his eyes to mock her...
It seems that at the beginning of everything, she has been standing in the dust, and he has always been difficult to reach like the gods on the high, and he also blocked the sun, covering her in the shadow he covered.
Elizabeth saw the girl's appearance in meditation, and couldn't help but hit in Julia's ear.
"Ah?" The girl was suddenly awakened, looking at Elizabeth in confusion.
"Julia, don't you change the status quo?"
"How... how to change?"
Elizabeth said: "It's very simple, get along with him. I think Eric Williams is not that kind of terrible thing you think. It's just that he is in Venice, and he is not busy with movies now. You can He has to get along with each other. After knowing more, you may not worry about him any more."
With some eagerness in my heart, Julia finally looked up: "Is this really okay?"
"Don't try to know how to do it," Elizabeth saw that Julia was a little loose and quickly took the opportunity to pull the girl up: "Let's go, let's go find him now."
"Wait, I... I think I'd better change my clothes," Julia earned earned.
Elizabeth looked at Julia's wide pink sleeveless t-shirt and jeans and shook her head. "That's it. It's already more than nine o'clock in the evening. It's going to take off when it's beautiful." Why bother? "Well," Elizabeth said, dragging Julia out of the door.
Eric just took a shower, changed her simple clothes, turned on the TV and looked it over several times. Although there were cable TV signals from several big TV stations in North America, there was no good program. He couldn’t see the local TV station. Understand, so I turned it off and picked up the "Walden Lake" that Drew bought for himself before flying on the plane.
As a middle-aged person whose psychological age is more than forty years old and is difficult to calm down in the world, Eric has been hard to see this essay collection, and it has been turned over on the plane. Finally Unconsciously, I was asleep and fell asleep. Now I don’t think it makes any sense. I looked at it and I was sleepy.
I was going to sleep, and the telephone ringing in the room rang. After I picked it up, I heard the phone at the front desk of the hotel, saying that someone was looking for myself.
"Come in, so late, what are you doing?" Eric asked the two girls into the room and asked casually.
Elizabeth, regardless of the cautious Julia who was behind her, was very familiar with a few laps in the large living room of the suite. She picked up the book that Eric put on the coffee table and looked up. "Yes, I can’t think of it. Do you like this book too?"
Eric poured two glasses of juice for the two girls and heard Elizabeth’s question. He replied casually:
I don’t like it.
(To be continued)