Chapter 157

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The sun was shining brightly in the sky at noon, the leaves on the roadside did not move at all, and the sudden heat almost wiped out pedestrians. There was no one around Matthew's residence to see. The industry's recent slowdown in publicity, and Matthew's lackluster private life, has almost stopped harassing him.

After all, Matthew is not a real star after all, lacking enough long-term appeal.

A black car turned from North Hollywood and stopped slowly on the side of the road. After a while, there was no movement around. A blond girl got out of the car. She had just walked to the ivy-covered fence. The iron door opened, and the girl almost rushed in, hugging tightly with the sturdy man inside.

The iron door seemed to have been kicked and closed from the inside, making a loud bang, disturbing the surrounding peace.

Inside the high fence, the grass was covered with clothes, the girl was tightly pressed by the strong man behind the iron gate, and an earth-shattering war broke out.

It's just that the hot air outside made it impossible to stay for long, and the two quickly moved the war indoors.

"I'm going to die..." Britney lay on the floor, not even wanting to move a finger, her blue eyes were full of water mist, and a trace of saliva unconsciously flowed from the corners of her mouth, like a lamb being slaughtered , "Matthew, do you want to murder me..."

Matthew lay on the other side in almost the same position, turned his head, looked at Britney and said, "Darling, don't you like it?"

Britney seemed to be raving, "I like it, I like it very much, but I'll really die if I do it again."

Leaning over and kissing her on the forehead, Matthew pulled a blanket over Britney's body, and then went out to pack up the clothes. After returning with the two of them's clothes, Britney had already got up from the floor and sat down. on the sofa.

Seeing Matthew, Britney rushed up again, and the two kissed again, until they were almost out of breath, and then separated.

The two were sitting on the sofa, Britney was leaning against Matthew's arms, and her small hands kept moving around his sturdy upper body, saying, "Matthew, you've lost weight, but your muscles are stronger."

Matthew deliberately winked at her, "I've been exercising all the time, what do you think about the effect?"

"Very good!" Britney finally understood Matthew's eyes once, but said generously, "I like it very much, it's so cool that I can fly."

These words were like a beating drum of war, and Matthew was about to move again, and Britney quickly distanced himself from him, "What are you going to do?"

Matthew stood up and said, "I'll get you some water, coffee or tea?"

"White water." Britney stood up around the blanket and said, "The sculptor reminded me to pay attention to my figure and drink less coffee and other drinks."

"Well." Matthew nodded, went to pour the water, Britney put on her clothes, followed from behind, and said, "I haven't had lunch yet."

Matthew hurriedly handed the glass to Britney, and said, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I'll go and make something for you."

Britney nodded, a little excited, "Okay! I've always wanted to eat your dishes."

Matthew put on his clothes and slippers and was about to go to the restaurant. "My skills are very average, and I can only cook Chinese food."

Britney was dazed and just said, "As long as you make it, I can eat African food too."

The two walked towards the kitchen and passed by the shelf in the living room. Britney saw at a glance the DV camera that Matthew bought some time ago, and brought it over with interest.

Matthew saw that Britney was very interested and said, "I use it to shoot and relax in my spare time."

Britney obviously played with DV cameras,

He turned on the phone quickly, pointed the camera at Matthew, and said excitedly, "I'm going to take a picture of you cooking for me for the first time!"

"Okay!" Matthew turned into the kitchen, turned to face the camera, and said, "It's the time for God of Cooking."

Britney saw Matthew open the refrigerator and asked curiously, "What are you going to do for me? Love lunch?"

Matthew took out eggs and tomatoes from the refrigerator. "This is one of my favorite dishes. Honey, I'll eat it for you."

"Yeah!" Britney steadied her hand, still focusing on Matthew, and asked, "Is it spaghetti?"

"Chinese food!" Matthew, who knows how to cook Italian food, said while beating eggs, "Tomato and egg noodles."

This dish can be said to be convenient, quick and nutritious.

Matthew cooks skillfully, and Britney takes pictures with great interest. The two chat and laugh, and the atmosphere in the kitchen is extremely warm.

Soon, a bowl of tomato and egg noodles with all the flavors and flavors came out hot. Matthew habitually took his usual chopsticks. Then he thought that something was wrong, put down his chopsticks, changed forks and spoons, and shot Britney all the way. , brought it to the restaurant.

"It smells good..." Britney went to the front of the table, took a close-up of the tomato and egg noodles in front of her, then handed the DV camera to Matthew and said, "Take a photo of me too."

Matthew pulled back a little and shot Britney with a panoramic shot. Probably Britney was really hungry, and in less than five minutes, she finished a bowl of noodles.

"Oh..." She made a triumphant gesture to the camera, and then blew a kiss to Matthew, "I feel much more comfortable now, this bowl of noodles is better than a dish made by a three-Michelin star chef!"

Knowing that Britney was complimenting him on purpose, Matthew couldn't help laughing, "Is there another bowl?"

"No." Britney shook her head gently, "I want to go on a diet and not become fat."

It's normal for male and female celebrities to go on a diet, and Matthew knows this. He doesn't diet much on a daily basis, but the amount of exercise is here, and he can't gain weight at all.

She came to Matthew's side, took the DV camera, and said, "Okay, show me your house."

Matthew immediately led the way and led Britney around the house. Due to Helen Herman's overreaction, he simply didn't mention the murder that happened here. In his estimation, Bran Ni's heartless character, either doesn't care, or will be frightened.

After turning around and returning to the living room, Matthew asked, "How is it?"

"It's okay." Britney nodded, "Especially the fence outside the yard, which ensures that we have a private space."

"Well." Matthew nodded slightly, and Britney finally understood how to observe and think.

In fact, when she came back from Nashville this time, Matthew could see that Britney was a little more mature than before. Perhaps his reminders every time they met and the reminders on the phone did play a role.

Britney turned off the DV camera, stretched, and said, "Let's go to bed."

Matthew picked her up by the waist and went into the bedroom together. The two of them didn't do anything, just hugged each other and fell asleep quietly.

This sleep, I slept until nearly three in the afternoon. After a brief wash, Britney asked, "Don't you have to go to the gym today?"

"Let's rest today." Matthew took her into the living room, "The crew will be filming next Monday, and this weekend will be a holiday."

Britney nodded, "Fortunately, this filming is near Los Angeles, otherwise we will be separated again."

Hearing what she said, Matthew suddenly thought of something and asked Britney, "Honey, I changed the house, and the privacy here is very good, why don't you move here?"

Britney opened her mouth and wanted to agree. Thinking of her own affairs, she hesitated for a while, and then slowly shook her head, "Matthew, I want to come too, but..." She didn't know how to say it, "but not now. So fitting."

Matthew was somewhat disappointed, but he didn't take it to heart, and took the initiative to comfort him, "This is not in a hurry, it's not too late when you think it's appropriate."

"Yeah!" Britney was still a little down. "Don't worry, Matthew. Soon."

Seeing this, Matthew took the initiative to change the subject and asked, "When will the new album be released?"

"next month."

Hearing the new album, Britney felt even more depressed, "As soon as the new album is released, I will run around to announce again, and it is estimated that it will take more than eight months to fly around North America and Europe, and maybe go to the Far East. "

"It's okay." The circus continued to comfort her, "I'll see you when I have time."

Britney's mood didn't improve, and she said in a low voice, "After running the announcement, I'm going to prepare for the next concert tour."

She fell on top of Matthew, her eyes seemed to cry, "Matthew, my work plan has been scheduled for two years..."

Matthew also didn't know how to comfort her. According to what he had learned in the past two years, popular pop stars were all so busy that they had almost no personal time.

"It's alright, dear." He hugged Britney and patted her on the back lightly. "Now there's a lot of traffic, there are international flights everywhere, and we can meet at any time."

Britney nodded vigorously, reached out to hold Matthew's face, and kissed it hard. The two fell into a fierce battle again, tearing each other's clothes desperately, and soon entered into a hand-to-hand fight.

Time passed quickly, and the sky outside was completely dark. Britney, like in the past, did not stay overnight, and left before nine o'clock.

Going out to see Britney away, Matthew stood in the yard, looking at the twinkling stars in the night sky, and suddenly sighed. If a person wants to shine, he must give something.

What about the contributions of Hollywood stars? private life? private space? private time? Maybe more.

He retracted his gaze, turned back to the house, simply cleaned up the messy living room, turned on the TV and VCR, and continued the essential imitation performance practice every night.

Now that we have embarked on this road, we must strive to become one of the shining stars.

The weekend was fleeting, and after two days with Britney, Matthew arrived at Warner Studios on time for the filming of the film after the start of the new week.