Chapter 57: out of control

Workaholics usually don't distinguish between cold and warm sleep, and Eric and Kapoor are just such people, and the result is a tragedy.
I bought a ticket to New York. Both of them just boarded the plane with simple baggage. When they arrived in New York, it was already 7:00 pm EST. It came from the warm spring of Los Angeles to New York, where the four seasons were just right. When I got off the plane, the cold air from the face made the two men in thin coats at the same time.

It seems that we all need a life assistant,
Eric, who came out of a fashion store and had already put on a thick trench coat, said.
Kapoor said with envy: "That is you, UTA is so small now, I can't afford to hire a life assistant."
"Do not worry, it will be fine soon."
Kapoor just smiled and asked, "Are you going to the hotel with me, or are you looking for... your girlfriend?"
"I haven't seen Jane for so many days. I'm going to go to her first. I have already given you the phone on Jane's residence. You can contact Al Pacino and agree on the meeting time as soon as possible."
"Well," Kapoor shrugged. "I hope you won't be driven out by the other side. I hear you talking about the the plane. I think it's quite possible to use her character."

"Haha, this doesn't require you to worry about it."
According to Drew's address, sitting in a taxi in Manhattan for a long time, finally found the apartment where Aniston lived and came to the door. After fiddling with the bouquet of roses in his hand, and sorting out the clothes, Eric slammed the door, waited for a while and didn't get a response, and knocked it a few times before he decided that Aniston had not returned yet.
Turning his head and looking at a large flower pot next to the door, Eric’s mouth smiled slightly, and Aniston’s little habit seemed to be unchangeable. Xiao Yan Niu always likes to put a spare key outside the door. Eric has also analyzed the face of Aniston. This is a manifestation of a person’s lack of security, but the strong little girl is determined not to Admitted, there is a lot of reasons to refute Eric’s point of view.
The key was opened from the pot and the door was opened. Eric walked in with his luggage. Turning on the light, it is still a warm-toned arrangement style, and the familiar woman fragrance is floating in the air. Taking a deep breath, the faint thoughts in his heart were quickly catalyzed into a bowl of rich soup, and Eric couldn’t wait for Xiao Yan’s girl to appear in front of her and hug her in her arms.
After five or six hours of no food, Eric, who had a hollow stomach, opened the refrigerator and decided to make a nightingale for himself and Aniston. Attached to the apron, Eric took out the ingredients and was busy in the kitchen.
After more than twenty minutes, Eric was making the last dish, and the outside door came with a soft sound of the key rotation keyhole. Eric ran to the living room in three or two steps, picking up the roses and hiding behind the door.
When the door opened, Eric just opened his mouth with a smile, and the three men were there.
Yes, there are three people, Eric, Aniston, and... Brad Pitt.
"Eric, how are you... here?" The strange silence lasted for a few seconds, and Aniston asked the first to stutter, and a sigh of relief in his heart: Eric must have misunderstood.
Eric put the rose into Aniston's hand and turned to Brad Pitt, barely showing a smile, but his eyes were a bit cold.
"Hello, Mr. Pete, we met again."
"Hello, Williams... sir." Brad Pitt reached out and found that Eric didn't mean to shake hands with himself. He could only take it back.
Although it was only the beginning of the "return to the seventeen-year-old" audition, but Eric rose after a fabulous speed, it is not easy for Blatter Pitt to forget this young man.
After saying hello, Eric did not let the body open the door to ask the other person to enter the door, continued: "Mr. Pete, thank you for sending me back to my girlfriend, if there is nothing else, you can leave."
The very rude squabble made Blatter Pitt's face a little embarrassed, turned to look at Aniston, Aniston and Eric for several months, how to feel Eric is now inside The anger that exudes outside. However, Xiao Yan Niu still supported the straight waist and retorted: "Eric, you can't do this, Brad is my guest."
The sound seemed to be somewhat intimate, 'Brad' completely ignited Eric's anger, and suddenly raised his voice and glanced at Aniston, pointing to the inside of the house: "Shut up, you give me in!"
For the first time, Aniston saw Eric’s fire, and he subconsciously narrowed his neck. When he brought a man home and was hit by Eric, he was somewhat guilty. The courage to swell completely disappeared in Eric’s roar, bowing his head. It’s still awkward, but it’s still moving into the house.
boom--
Without paying attention to Brad Pitt, who stood there, Eric slammed the door.
"Let's say, what's the matter?" Eric sat down on the sofa, screaming and igniting the smoke, and took a deep breath before asking.
If it is other men, Eric may still calm down to get rid of the truth of the matter, but it is Brad Pitt, remembering the entanglement of the two people in the past, Eric can not calm down anyway.
If Eric dared to smoke in his own house before, Aniston had already gone crazy. Now Xiao Yan Niu is just opening her mouth, but she has no mouth to stop it.
"He wants to play a role in the next few episodes of "Mary in Action," and only joined the group the day before yesterday. We only know each other for two days, and it doesn't matter." Aniston explained weakly.
"You only got two days to get the other person home?" Eric snorted.
"Today's work is a little late. He said that I was unsafe on my way home. I offered to send it to me. I will... I... why should I explain it to you," Aniston said, suddenly waking up. Taking advantage of Eric said: "I have broken up with you. Is it that you can mess with those women, I can't make a boyfriend, you...ah!"
Eric smashed the cigarette and pulled the little girl into her arms and kissed the girl's lips in Aniston's struggle.
"Oh... you can't do this, you are oh... oh... I want... I want to sue you for raping... hate, don't touch it..."
Tossing for a while, the little wild cat slowly calmed down, lying softly on the sofa, arms around Eric's neck, eyes slightly, enjoying the man's kisses and caress.
Snapped--
Eric suddenly let go of Aniston and took a slap in the girl's buttocks. He said, "Well, let's take a shower first. I have a good night's sleep, eat it and then clean it up. you!"
"Pain..." Aniston glanced at his hips, glanced at Eric in full of spring eyes, and got up and walked into the bathroom.
I tried the water temperature, and Aniston, who was undressing, stood under the shower and applied shower gel to her body. She thought about what was wrong with her. Didn’t she decide to break up with the bastard, and then she met again. I lost myself in confusion.
Although I first saw Drew and Eric naked on the bed, I wrote the piece of paper that broke up. But when I came to Aniston in New York, my mind always showed up with the other party, like a drug addiction, as if a bird kept ringing in her mind and shouting ' Eric, Eric, Eric, Eric...'
At the same time, Aniston unconsciously developed the habit of looking for Eric information from newspapers and television.
When someone scolds him, she will be angry; when someone praises him, she will dance like a little girl; when someone counts him, she immediately forgets that she is angry and calls to tell the other party; when there is an anecdote between Eric and other women She couldn’t help but be jealous, and slyly licked everything that she could touch. One of her favorite fluffy bears received on her tenth birthday was so big that she was inadvertently bald. The account was counted directly on the guy.
"Forget it, I will... forgive you again." Wiping the white body like snow, Aniston finally convinced himself, perhaps, she had already convinced herself in her heart. After making this decision, Aniston seemed to put down a big stone, and the whole person relaxed a lot. Awkwardly twisting the slender waist to the dressing mirror, after a few months of continuous slimming, Aniston has now completely turned into a lady, no one will associate the word fat with her.
Put on the bathrobe and walk out of the bathroom and find that Eric is on the phone.
"...Thank you, James, wait until you return to Los Angeles. I invite you to eat... Of course, I know that a meal is definitely not enough... Haha, that's it, goodbye."
"Eric, who are you calling?"
Eric put down the microphone and said casually: "James, there is something to ask for help. Well, let's eat quickly, the dishes are cold."