Chapter 586 Is This a Cocoon?

Elizabeth helped Emma take a bath, and made some cereal for the little guy who was still crying for something to eat, and found that Eric and Julia still hadn't come downstairs.

Emma was lying on the side of the coffee table in the living room and eating with a spoon. Seeing Elizabeth looking at the stairs from time to time, the little guy quickly thought of Eric, raised his face tenderly and asked, "Mom, Where's Dad?"

Hearing Emma's name, Elizabeth looked at the stairs again in a panic, and found that no one came out, so she breathed a sigh of relief, got up and left the sofa and knelt on the carpet beside the coffee table with Emma. Elizabeth touched the little guy his head, and said softly, "Emma, ​​shall we play a game?"

Emma was full and full. When she heard the game, her eyes became bright and she put down the spoon and said, "Okay."

"This game is like this, when we talk from now on, you call me Liz, I call you Emma, ​​let's see who lasts longer, shall we?"

Emma tilted her head and hesitated before shaking her head: "It's not fun."

Elizabeth said in a hurry, "Emma, ​​if you don't want to play this game, then I'll never take you to Disneyland again, and I won't take you to Coldwater Canyon Park again."

≤∝Emma blinked a few times quickly and blurted out, "Auntie, take me there."

Elizabeth inadvertently glanced at the empty bowl in front of the little guy, and tried to say, "If my aunt doesn't give you something to eat in the future, I won't cook your oatmeal for you."

The threat was a bit big, and Emma immediately showed a worried look, and quickly said, "Okay. Play the game."

Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief. Said: "Then. Let's try it first. What should you call me now?"

"Liz," Emma shouted, holding up the small bowl in front of her, "more."

The little guy just ate some chocolate cakes and drank a bowl of porridge. Elizabeth knew that the little guy couldn't eat more, so she said softly, "Is it okay to eat so much today, let's eat it tomorrow morning?"

"Speak. It doesn't count," Emma heard Elizabeth's refusal, and her expression immediately became aggrieved. The child's intuition seemed to be very strange by nature, and she complained tearfully, and the little guy blurted out again without a teacher. , and deliberately increased his voice: "Mom!"

Elizabeth almost knocked her head on the glass coffee table, patted her forehead and sighed silently, and had to take the small bowl from the little guy's hand: "Hey, I can only eat half a bowl.

Oh no more. "

"Well," Emma nodded vigorously immediately. Looking at Elizabeth's expression, the little guy felt that he should do something, his beautiful blue eyes rolled, and he called out in a tender voice again, "Liz."

Elizabeth, who had just stood up, heard the little guy flexibly change between the two titles, and couldn't help but have a thought in her heart: Is this a cocoon?

...

After waking up Julia, Eric quickly figured out what happened. Of course, the so-called 'child abuse tragedy' did not happen. Julia had dinner with a few friends in the evening, drank some wine, and was a little drunk, so after returning home, she had a whim or a mother's big hair. Emma played with the toys for a while, and felt that the little guy was a little sleepy, so she put Emma to sleep, and then went to rest on her own.

During this process, both Julia and the nanny ignored a question. The little guy hadn't had dinner yet. Julia didn't ask, and the nanny didn't say anything. Both thought that the other would prepare food for the little guy. She didn't cry when she fell asleep, so there was the scene Eric and Elizabeth saw when they first entered the door. Emma slept in the middle of the night and was woken up by hunger, so she ran out of the baby's room to find something to eat.

Since Emma was adopted by Julia, Eric has often seen the little guy. When the riots in Los Angeles two years ago, Emma and Julia lived together at the Pointe Manor for a while. The little girl who has grown up to now, Eric is still very close in his heart, which is why he has never corrected the little guy to call him dad. Although he is different from the custom of Western godfathers, Eric has also regarded the little guy as a father. Goddaughter treats.

Therefore, although he understood that Julia did not do it on purpose, Eric was still angry at the woman's carelessness. In addition, he saw the movie Julia made last year some time ago, and Eric's heart was filled with flames. Even more up. Last year, Eric was going to cast Julia in another romantic comedy to revive the popularity she had slid from taking care of Emma. But this woman took another film contract on her own. Well, just take it, anyway, he never thought of forcing his woman to make a movie only for Firefly. Unexpectedly, Eric accidentally found out what the mess was. Two reporters rushed to Las Vegas to investigate the criminal evidence of a casino tycoon, and then there was no more. Julia, who played the female reporter The movie didn't get out of the hotel room very much, and the plot didn't even know what it was. The whole movie was like the homework that elementary school students used ten minutes to drive out in order to cope with the teacher's inspection. When this movie came out, the critics scolded it, and the little remaining popularity accumulated with movies such as "Pretty Woman" and "Steel Magnolia" has completely dissipated.

Self-deprecating, self-destructing future!

Lazy woman, don't seek to make progress, how can this be done!

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, so Eric slapped Julia hard, and Eric didn't stop until he realized that the woman seemed to be enjoying the punishment even though she was crying for mercy.

...

After feeding the little guy on the sofa and watching cartoons, Elizabeth looked at the stairs again, and she didn't know how many times. My heart is a little sour. It's been so long that they haven't come down yet. The two of them must be absurd, but they let themselves watch the children here. It's really, really hateful.

This time, don't take the initiative to deliver it to your door, absolutely not.

Thinking so in her heart, Elizabeth finally heard footsteps on the other side of the stairs, and quickly put away her expression and gave a cold look.

Eric and Julia walked downstairs one after the other, and Elizabeth pretended to ignore Eric. Glancing at Julia, whose face was still flushed behind Eric.

Humph. Dog men and women.

Eric sat down on the sofa. Julia instead walked towards the coffee machine in the corner of the living room.

Seeing Julia's active behavior, Elizabeth felt a sense of hatred in her heart. She was about to release it at Eric through her eyes, but her eyes fell on Eric's waist involuntarily. The Hermès belt that was given to Eric for Christmas has disappeared.

"Oh, it fell upstairs," Eric explained lightly.

"Hum," Elizabeth squeezed a syllable out of her nose. It's like saying I don't care.

Julia quickly made coffee, poured a cup for Eric, and handed it over with ice cubes. Eric picked up the cup and blew it, took a sip, and pointed to the sofa next to him: "Sit down. Well, let's discuss something with you."

Julia nodded lightly and moved to the side of the single sofa, but only just touched the surface of the sofa, and the girl stood up with a whisper.

Elizabeth saw the pitiful look behind Julia reaching her hand over her back. Turning to Eric, he said bitterly, "Violent maniac."

but. The girl's tone didn't seem to be complaining at all, but more resentment, as if she was accusing Eric of not having 'violence evenly'.

When Eric heard Elizabeth say this, he glanced at her with interest. Elizabeth immediately avoided Eric's eyes with a guilty conscience. She also realized that her tone was not fierce and tough, but more like... um, why? Maybe, I'm not a masochist, absolutely, yes, no, yes!

In order to prove that she was not guilty, Elizabeth pondered for a while, and quickly turned her head, only to find that Eric had turned to Julia, who was sitting crookedly on the sofa.

"How much money do you have now?" Eric asked, looking at Julia.

Julia shook her head, hesitated, and then said, "Probably, maybe 30 million."

Eric was a little helpless. This woman lived so much that she didn't even know how much money she had: "Contact your accountant tomorrow to make a count, leave a hundred thousand dollars for living expenses, and leave the rest to me."

"Julia, don't give it to him, he is a robbery." Elizabeth immediately dissatisfied.

As if Julia didn't hear Elizabeth's words, she nodded obediently: "Well, I see."

Eric ignored Elizabeth and continued: "When Firefly completes the acquisition of the TV network, I will exchange your money for Firefly stocks, but these stocks and subsequent dividends will be kept by me for you. You have won the Oscar, and the right to dispose of this equity will be handed over to you."

Elizabeth, who was just about to say something, heard Eric's words and stopped in surprise, looking at Julia with envy in her eyes. After Firefly Pictures released its annual financial report, I don’t know how many investment institutions want to invest in Firefly, and they are even willing to pay several times the premium for this, but they were firmly rejected by Eric. Even this acquisition of TV network, Eric didn't plan to share too much equity, but this time he took the initiative to exchange the cash in Julia's hands for Firefly's shares. Although this amount of money was insignificant for the future merged Firefly, it was enough to show that Eric's Rick has completely treated Julia Adam as his own woman.

Although Julia had a certain syndrome by accident, she had no problem with her IQ. She also realized the purpose of Eric's actions. If it were other times, Julia might still be completely for Eric. Tie her to the body and worry about gains and losses a little, but Eric just cleaned it up. Now Julia has no resistance at all, but her mind is full of obedience and dependence. At this time, it is estimated that Eric ordered She jumped off a nearby cliff, and Julia didn't hesitate for long.

Eric watched Julia not only did not bargain with him, but agreed with obedience, and couldn't help feeling a little guilt in his heart, but since the facts could not be changed, it would be better to let it develop in a better direction. best choice.

He lowered his head and took a few sips of coffee, Eric glanced at Elizabeth and Julia beside him, and the little guy who was watching cartoons attentively, and said, "Liz will definitely be very busy after becoming the vice president of Fox, you too You can't be idle all the time. This time I will personally arrange your next film. Don't be lazy. So it's not suitable for Emma to stay here. The Hollywood environment is not good for Emma's growth. I plan to Send Emma to New York with the two little guys, and let Joan bring her, okay?"

Although there was no accident tonight, the two women also knew that Eric's suggestion was necessary, and they couldn't wait for something to happen before regretting it.

Seeing Julia nodding, Elizabeth asked with some concern: "What about brother and sister Julia? Also, will Joan accept Emma?"

"Since the custody rights are on Julia's side, they have no reason to intervene." Eric said, "Also, Joan likes children very much. When Vicky was out filming, she was always taking care of Kevin, plus one more Emma is nothing, since you agreed, I will call Joan tomorrow to discuss this matter, the little guy is three years old and should go to kindergarten."

After discussing these matters, it was almost early morning. Julia walked to the baby room with the sleepy Emma. Eric continued to finish the coffee in the cup. Looking at Elizabeth, who seemed to be sitting beside him, she appeared absent-minded, and once again revealed With a faint smirk, he got up and said, "Let's go, I'll show you some good things."

"What good stuff?" Elizabeth subconsciously stood up.

"I suddenly found that the belt you gave me is quite useful. Let's go to research and study it, and you can be my assistant."

Elizabeth was stunned for half a second before she reacted. She felt Eric grabbing her hand and walking towards the stairs. Her body trembled slightly for some unknown reason. She walked upstairs with Eric weakly, but kept resisting in her mouth. Write: "I, I, I don't want, you, you let go."

...

The temperature in the early morning of February in Los Angeles is still a bit cold, but Eric really enjoys the feeling of sitting in the courtyard of this mansion on the top of Beverly Hills. Whether it is downtown Los Angeles in the south or the valley in the north, it is shrouded in a thin layer of light. In the fog, but Eric could feel the faint warmth of the rising sun.

Elizabeth and Julia's hilltop mansion has a few sets of seats specially placed in the courtyard. Eric is sitting at a round table with an ibm laptop on the table. The Los Angeles Times.

Although it is just eight o'clock in Los Angeles, it is already eleven o'clock in New York in the east. Eric has just communicated with Katzenberg on the phone of his negotiation process in the morning. Although the media around the world is paying attention to this matter, There is also a lot of space in Eric's newspaper to report the movements of the two sides, but contacting the parties involved in the negotiation can undoubtedly obtain more accurate first-hand information.

Moreover, some things went wrong in the negotiations over there in New York this morning. (To be continued.)

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