Chapter 311 Mumbling to Himself

Brad Pitt and Famke Janssen got into Hans Whittle's car together. Although they sat in the back row together, they both sat by the door at the same time, and neither seemed to want to have any contact with each other. .

"Mr. Hans, can you use your mobile phone?" Brad Pitt thought for a while and thought it would be better to inform his agent about this.

Hans Whittle handed over the big brick that was placed next to him, Brad Pitt thanked him, and then called his agent Sherrisha Cody, in front of Famke Jensen and Han S. Whittle said the matter, and then hung up the phone.

Seeing the undisguised contempt on Famke Jensen's face next to him, Brad Pitt really wanted to scold him in person: What qualifications do you have to despise me, Bitchi, who relies on a man for the top position.

After more than an hour, the three people came to the Firefly headquarters, and Brad Pitt's agent Sherissa Cody was already waiting outside. Hans Whittle said something to the lady at the front desk, and then took the three people upstairs directly to Eric's office.

"Mr. Williams is auditioning for actors, you need to wait a while, I have to go back beforehand." Hans Whittle said, explained to the secretary who served coffee to a few people, and quickly left Now, Eric just ordered Brad Pitt and Famke Janssen to see him. Hans Whittle is not willing to 'audit' here at all.

After Hans Whittle and the secretary left,

Sherissa Cody and Brad Pitt, who were sitting on a large sofa, whispered for a while, then looked at Famke Jensen opposite: "Miss Jensen, can you do me a favor?"

Famke Jensen was originally looking down at the magazines that lay on the coffee table in a bored way, but she is not as worried about gains and losses as Brad Pitt. After all, compared to Brad, who has been playing in Hollywood for seven or eight years . Pete. She is only a newcomer.

No matter which line of work, newcomers will always feel that before encountering countless setbacks. I definitely have many, many opportunities to fail. If you miss it, come back again.

Hearing Xie Lisa Cody's words, Famke Jansen raised his head and looked at the petite but temperamental woman opposite, but did not speak.

"That's it, Miss Jensen, you really have nothing to do with Brad, right, so wait. Can you..."

"Don't worry, we have nothing to do with each other, you don't have to worry about me talking nonsense," Famke Jansen said coldly, and lowered his head again.

Sherissa Cody was a little embarrassed, but continued to explain: "Miss Jensen, Brad is not like you. It's not easy for him to get the lead actor this time."

The girl held the magazine in her hand tightly, but said nothing.

The scene suddenly fell silent.

...

"Thank you for your audition, Mr. Brosnan. We'll let you know the results as soon as possible," the assistant said to a handsome man in his thirties in a spacious audition room.

Wait for the other person to leave. The two assistant directors next to Eric came over and asked, "Mr. Williams, how is it?"

"Still not," Eric shook his head and drew a cross behind Pierce Brosnan's list.

The actor who played 007 impressed him a bit. After all, the other party played four 007 films in a row, and the age was very late, so he couldn't remember it. Although the other side's acting is good. The image is also very consistent with a bank manager, but Eric couldn't put it on Sam, the hero of "Ghosts".

"That's it. We got nothing for today's audition," an assistant director complained with a smile.

"No hurry. Take your time," Eric closed the folder in front of him and told his assistant to put it away for him before he said to everyone, "Let's continue tomorrow, I still have some things to do, so I'll leave first."

In addition to the audition room, Eric took the elevator to his office on the top floor, pushed the door in, and saw at a glance that the three people in the office were sitting there in two distinct groups.

Seeing him come in, the three people in the office quickly stood up to say hello.

"It's alright, sit down," Eric waved his hand, saw Sherissa Cody, and smiled: "Ms. Cody, why are you here."

Sherissa Cody smiled and said, "I'm just fine."

Eric nodded nonchalantly, walked to his desk and put out a newspaper, went back to the other sofa in the lounge area and sat down, spreading the newspaper on the coffee table in front of him.

"That's it, I..."

As soon as Eric spoke, Brad Pitt blurted out again anxiously: "Mr. Williams, this is really a misunderstanding. I have nothing to do with Miss Jensen."

Eric frowned slightly: "What?"

"That's right, Mr. Williams," Sherissa Cody, although she blamed Brad Pitt for being impatient, still took over Eric's question and said, "The X-Files was in Santa Monica yesterday. During the filming, Brad and Ms. Jensen happened to arrive at the shooting location together. After parking the car, the two of them walked to the set together. This photo was taken secretly by the paparazzi at that time. This is actually a misunderstanding. The two of them did not. what relationship."

Eric looked at Brad Pitt and Sherissa Cody who were eager to clarify, then turned to Famke Janssen.

Seeing Eric looking at herself, the girl nodded reluctantly and said, "Yes, I have nothing to do with Mr. Pete, it's just a coincidence."

Eric closed the newspaper, shrugged, and said, "Well, it seems that there is no need to talk any more. Ms. Cody, Mr. Pete, you can leave first."

Brad Pitt and Sherissa Cody were overjoyed. Knowing that Eric did not intend to pursue these matters, they thanked them and quickly pushed open the door and left.

After the two left, Eric walked to the coffee machine, poured two more cups of coffee, returned to the sofa again, and handed a cup to Famke Jensen.

The girl took a sip, raised her head and glanced at Eric quickly, and said softly, "What are you going to do with me?"

"What?" Eric just leaned on the sofa after a long day of exhaustion, not hearing the girl's voice for a while.

"Hmph," Famke Jansen hummed lightly. With a faint feeling of breaking the pot: "I mean, what are you going to do with me?"

"Are you stimulated by something?" Eric asked curiously when he heard the decadence in the girl's tone.

"It's not all your fault. Hunk..." The girl muttered, but the last word was choked and unuttered.

Eric smiled. Squinting slightly, he let out a breath and leaned on the sofa: "Can you help me rub my temples, I've been tired all day and my head hurts a little."

After a while, a pair of slender fingers with coolness gently pressed up, and there was also a body fragrance different from other women from Eric's nose.

"If I say, I saw the news in the newspaper this morning. I just called you to explain a little lower-key, you must not believe it now?" After a while, Eric said suddenly.

The fingers that were moving stopped for a while, and soon they rubbed lightly again.

"Oh, you definitely don't believe it, even I don't believe it, but it's true. In the setting of this TV series, the hero and heroine will not get together until the end, and they have always maintained an ambiguous relationship, which is also maintained. The way of ratings. If you come together in reality, then it will be a little fake to be ambiguous in the TV series. Therefore, I want you to keep a low profile and try not to be discovered by the paparazzi."

The girl still didn't speak. However, the fingers massaging Eric were much softer.

Eric went on to speak again, as if he was muttering to himself: "I almost quarreled with a partner in the morning, he felt that he didn't get enough, so he wanted more, always wanted more, people They're all greedy, it's nothing. But if you want more, you have to come up with the corresponding strength. How can he have that strength?"

"Jenny left me some time ago, he is my... first woman. That turmoil, those bad things. She chose to leave, it's not wrong, but I always want to chase her back, even if I ask her to leave. Like the villain in the story, build an ancient castle on the edge of the cliff, lock her in it, and raise her as a princess, my own princess."

"I built a house by the sea, and I wanted to face the sea when spring flowers bloomed. Then, one by one, they all left. In the end, I found that I was the only one facing the sea. The house was too big and empty."

"I want too much, but I can't catch any of them, and in the end they all run away. I don't even bother to catch them anymore, anyway, I always run away. Originally, I was really interested in you, your legs. It's long, and I like it."

"That's because you're too soft-hearted." For some reason, although the girl blushed slightly when she heard Eric's last words, she finally couldn't help but interject.

Eric was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Yeah, I'm too soft-hearted, a bunch of little girls need to be cleaned up."

The girl seemed to be choked, and then said: "Uh... I take back what I just said."

Eric grabbed a small hand of the girl, pulled Famke Jensen over, dragged him into his arms and hugged him around the waist. The girl obediently let the man move, and gently pressed her face against Eric. chest.

"Have you seen "Smell the Fragrance and Know a Woman"? I wrote that script."

After hesitating for a while, the girl still denied it: "I haven't seen it, I will find time to see it."

"Actually, I can distinguish the body fragrance of every woman I've been intimate with, and now I remember yours too."

The girl scoffed, "That doesn't sound like a good thing, does it?"

"It seems, it's really not a good thing," Eric laughed at himself: "I think it's a good thing, it's hard for them to escape."

"Forehead……"

"Look, since this is the case, don't run away,"

"You have to give it a try. Maybe you can escape. If you don't try, you will never be reconciled. Besides, how can there be any man who wants to possess so many women? At least, it's not possible in this era, right?"

"No, you're wrong, it's entirely possible," Eric said.

The two chatted and chatted without looking for the edge. Unconsciously, time passed slowly, and Eric fell asleep with the woman in his arms.

When he woke up again, it was all dark outside, and he was covered with a lady's coat. Eric put the coat aside, stretched, and felt that there was a light behind him. Eric turned around and saw Famke Jansen is sitting behind his desk, looking down at the magazine quietly.

Feeling Eric wake up, the girl raised her head and smiled and asked, "Have you slept?"

"It's been a few days now," Eric asked, standing up.

The girl looked at the watch in her hand and said, "At 7:20, the security guard of the company came knocking on the door just now. I told them you have something to do, and they didn't say anything else."

"Oh, why didn't you go back?" Eric nodded and asked subconsciously.

Famke Jansen raised his handsome eyebrows: "Do you want me to go back?"

"Well, when I didn't ask," Eric shrugged: "So, what's the plan for the evening?"

"If you didn't call us, I would probably go clubbing with Brad Pitt. Now, there must be no drama. Maybe, if it's okay, I'll go back, wash and sleep, and then go back to work tomorrow and film. "

"You didn't have a boyfriend before?" Eric asked curiously.

"I'm twenty-five years old, okay? How can I not have a boyfriend," the girl said helplessly: "He's a photographer, but before he came to Los Angeles, he broke up."

"Oh," Eric nodded, "what's next?"

"Huh?" The girl tapped the corner of her mouth and saw that the smile on Eric's face became evil, and asked curiously, "What do you think?"

"Okay, maybe," Eric thought for a while, turned around the desk, and came to the girl.

Famke Jensen saw Eric's actions and thought that the man was going to do something here. He shrank his neck, but didn't mean to dodge. Instead, there was a little expectation in his eyes, yes, expectation.

However, the girl obviously misunderstood Eric's meaning, and saw the man come to him, pulled out a drawer, got irritated in it, and then took out a stack of invitation cards and said with a smile: "Then let's go Attending a party, getting so many invitations, never been there.”

"Ah..." The girl opened her mouth, but quickly looked at her outfit: "But, my current outfit is not suitable for a party. By the way, where is the party held?"

"Most of it should be in Beverly Hills. You know, there are the most stars there." Eric said, flipping through one at random, which should have been received today: "How about this, Coppola's ,"

"Francisco Coppola?" the girl asked with raised eyebrows.

Eric nodded: "Yeah, it's the Coppola who filmed "The Godfather", I'm also quite surprised, how could I receive an invitation from their family," Eric looked at the invitation in his hand to confirm After repeating it: "I have received these things today, and my assistant has always handled them for me. However, although I receive invitations basically every day, I have never been there."

"Then I'm the first?" The girl raised her eyebrows.

Eric smiled: "Yes, you are the first." (To be continued)