Chapter 364: Dedication

"How come there are so many, I remember when I said this, there were only five or six people around?"
Jennifer Connelly’s expression was filled with unpredictable excitement. She used to spend a lot of time on the heroine of a solitary film. Now, at home, there are people who send a lot of scripts to the door. Let the girl be a little bit swaying.
Of course, Connery did not forget who gave it all. He said intimately on Eric: "I don't know too well. It may be that the news was accidentally revealed. You have been sent every day for a few days. When the script came over and was handed over to Jim, Jim was shocked and thought that someone had handed the wrong script. He called and asked to know the reason, and all the brains were sent."
Eric picked up a script and looked at it casually. He thought of the girl's agent, Jim Rest, and asked, "What advice did Jim give you?"
Connelly shook his head: "Jim, who sent the script to his hand, couldn't afford to sin, and he took it all and let you decide."
Eric laughed and said, "This is also good. From the films you have helped you pick, Jim's eyes are not very good."
"In fact, he is not bad, but we didn't have much choice before," Jim Rester helped her take care of her career for so many years. Connery weakly helped Jim Lester.
Eric did not respond. He flipped through the information of several script deliverers and threw it on the coffee table. He sneered: "There are good abacus, there are so many good things in this world."
Connally felt the unpleasant emotions emanating from the man, narrowed his neck, looked at the script with gaze and worried, fearing that Eric would be pushed away when he was angry. Eric left these days. The girl has already seen several of these scripts, and she has talked privately with Jim Rest, but Connery also knows that although these people nominally invite her to be the heroine, they are actually running Eric. She has no decision.
"It's too late. Let's talk tomorrow," Eric stood up and said to Connelly: "Baby, let me take a shower first, help me prepare a warm milk?"
"Okay."
Connelly nodded and watched Eric leave the small living room and the girl turned off the TV. I cleaned up the small living room and looked at the screen with a reluctance to turn off the lights and walked through the hall to the kitchen on the west side.
The girl took a glass from the cupboard and poured pure milk. Then put the glass with the milk in another large measuring cup, slowly pour the water on the outside, and patiently wait for the cow to be heated by boiling water.
A few minutes later, Connery carefully took the milk out of the measuring cup, took a small bite and tried the temperature, and then sat up and walked out of the kitchen and went upstairs to the bedroom.
Eric took a shower and rubbed his hair out of the bathroom. He saw that Connelly had changed a set of white sling bud silk pajamas. I was looking through the magazine on the big bed, and there was no bottoming under the transparent pajamas, and the waist was slender. The buttocks were full, and the exquisite curves made the index finger move. Eric looked at his eyes and couldn't help but throw away the towel in his hand and stepped onto the bed to press Connery under him.
Jennifer Connelly, who was suddenly attacked, screamed and twisted his face to say something. What is ushered in is Eric's rude kiss, feeling the rough handle of the man's rough hands in the sensitive parts. The girl was very emotional, and the upper body was softly trapped in the big bed because of Eric's weight.
Eric slammed into it. Connery whispered softly, like a obedient female, trying to lift the white buttocks to cater to the man's delivery. The striking curvature of the female body's waist and hips evokes a strong sensory stimuli that makes Eric more aggressive.
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Because he always wanted to be a film director, Eric didn't know how many movies he had watched and how many pull notes he made.
However, it is clear that all the films with complete memories in his mind add up, and it is impossible to compare with the current film production in Hollywood for the first time. After breakfast the next day, Eric began to check for Connelly.摞 摞 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,
Of course, there are also a lot of books that look good. Those who hear the news and send them to the cooperation will certainly not be stupid enough to send any low-quality scripts. The scripts that can be sent to the Jianjiao Manor must have gone through thousands of choices. Even if there is no preparation for starting the project, it is definitely a high priority consideration.
Judging from the subject matter of the script, before the delivery, these film companies must have a detailed understanding of Connelly's information, and know the girl's strength.
Therefore, among these projects, the heroine has no one to pick up the girders. More than 80% of the characters are vases. The difference is just the amount of drama.
Connery complained a little bit about it, and Eric just laughed. Even if he was himself, Connery’s positioning was just a beautiful vase. Even if the producers were eager, they would not Take the vase as a acting actress.
"Don't complain, if you can make a vase to achieve the level of Marilyn. Monroe, the status must be higher than those of the Oscar."
"Which is so easy," Connery shrugged in the space chair opposite Eric.
As I said, the nearby walkie-talkie slammed.
"On the other side of the gate, ask what," Eric looked up and said, the girl put down the script in her hand and got up and walked over. After a few words, she turned to Ai Rui with a surprised tone. Ke Dao: "The guard said that Rupert Murdoch is here?"
"What the old fox is doing," Eric muttered, but he could only stand up and walk in and let the guard go in Murdoch.
Although she didn't catch Murdoch in her heart, Eric went out to meet in person. Connelly squatted and didn't keep up. Rupert Murdoch knew it, for the media of Murdoch. Tycoon, the girl still has some troubles.
Eric has just left the villa, a black Rolls Royce has come over and stopped in front of the open space outside the villa.
The driver quickly got off and opened the rear door. Murdoch walked out with a smile. Eric was about to meet, and the other side of the door opened. Elizabeth got out of it and greeted Eric. .
Eric grinned and smiled, but in his heart, Murdoch had a groan, old guy, is this a pulse of his own feelings, and when I meet with myself, I will take my daughter’s body, too unsophistic, and put you in the morning and evening. The girl is pregnant and then throws away.
Murdoch hugged with Eric, and then looked at the villa next to him and said, "Eric, I heard that you are good here, I have long wanted to come and see, but I have no time."
"Yeah, everyone is so busy, let's go in," Eric made a gesture of please. (To be continued)