Chapter Six Hundred and Ninety Seventh Very Miserable

The location of the PR reception was in the mansion area northwest of the Hollywood Bowl in Beverly Hills. Eric had just arrived outside a mansion by car when he saw the familiar white BMW sedan in front of him. Catherine Bigelow had just handed over the keys to the car. For the parking boy, he was about to walk into the mansion when he saw the black Rolls-Royce driving over, he glanced at it subconsciously, Eric pressed the window and waved out, Catherine smiled and nodded, and stopped The footsteps waited for Eric to get off. ￥℉ novel, mobile network update fast&nbp;&nbp;Please search

"Carter, you can get off work now, you don't have to stay here and wait for me," Eric explained to the driver before getting out of the car, and got out of the car with a box.

Catherine stepped forward and hugged Eric lightly. Seeing Eric's car going straight away, there was a flash of doubt, but she didn't say anything. She just looked curiously at the square box that Eric was holding in her hand: "Do you still want to bring a gift? That's too bad. I thought I didn't need it, so I didn't bring it."

"Of course not," Eric shook his head and looked up and down at Katherine at this time. The last time the two met was at the project discussion about Brotherhood last year. Unfortunately, because the project budget of Brotherhood was too high, the subject matter was not suitable for ab. In the end, most of the executives of such a public TV station were opposed to it, and Eric did not insist on it, so he could only put it on hold for the time being. Because he was so busy these few months, he only had occasional phone calls with Katherine.

I haven't seen each other for a few months, but Katherine still hasn't changed. She is wearing a simple black corset dress, black high heels, and a simple red rope tied around her wrist. Just standing there, she can still give people a quiet and peaceful feeling. A sense of restraint.

Feeling the change in Eric's eyes, although I haven't seen it for a long time, after many experiences, Catherine has almost formed a conditioned reflex, and subconsciously makes a defensive posture. However, Catherine quickly realized that Eric's eyes did not have the aggressiveness in her memory at this time. She felt a little relaxed, but she felt a faint sense of loss for no reason.

What kind of woman can't find such a wonderful man like him. sure to yourself

Such a thought involuntarily popped up in her heart, but she was only halfway through thinking about it, and Catherine quickly snuffed out the thought completely, and there was a hint of panic that was not easily noticed in her expression. Dodging his eyes, he said to Eric, "Let's go in."

Eric raised the box in his hand: "Don't you want to know what's inside?"

"what is"

"I'll tell you after the reception, but I can reveal some first. This is a gift for you."

"Gift" Catherine paused and looked at Eric: "Gift to me"

Eric just smiled faintly. He raised his arm slightly: "Okay,

Let me sell a little first, let's go in. "

Catherine looked at Eric's raised arm, hesitant to make any move.

"You won't even give this face to you. I'm a man, and it hurts my self-esteem."

Catherine finally stretched out her hand to hold Eric, but seemed a little unwilling to add in a low voice: "Little man."

After Katherine finished speaking, she couldn't help but chuckle, feeling as if she had returned to the period when the two of them got along in the Sixty Soho Hotel in Manhattan, New York, a few years ago. Then Catherine thought of the white scarf.

It turned out that he had already given him a gift.

The scarf was still quietly in her closet at this time, and she would take it with her when she occasionally went to some cold places, but she seldom realized that it was a gift from someone, as if it had become a gift. an inconspicuous part of her life.

Eric felt the woman leaning on him relax slightly, and joked: "You know, Catherine, in some stories, women who often call a man beside him a little man often end up miserably."

Catherine's character predestines her not to be interested in certain types of film and television literature. Hearing Eric's words, he asked solemnly, "miserable, why?"

Eric felt the woman's innocent eyes and coughed dryly. Without answering directly, he nodded again to himself, and said firmly: "Well, it's very miserable."

Maybe Eric's expression was too serious, Catherine didn't think about it at all, just pouted. Said: "I don't know what you are talking about, macho."

The people in the villa were notified and greeted them. Eric and Catherine stopped chatting and focused on dealing with these people. However, Eric was mainly socializing with Catherine. For this kind of gathering, Catherine He has no experience all the time, and when he is surrounded by too many people, he will even show an expression of discomfort.

This reception was contacted by Eric asking Francisco Pola. Through many cooperations, Eric and the Coppola family have maintained a good network of contacts.

Since it is a public relations reception, it is of course impossible to hold it with great fanfare. The mansion on the mountainside has only a dozen or so guests scattered inside and outside. Many of them are middle-aged and elderly people of the same age as Coppola. It is already a well-known thing, of course, not all the guests are directors, there are also actors, producers and people outside Hollywood. There was no music in the venue, and there weren't too many waiters coming and going. Several long tables on the lawn were filled with buffet meals and drinks. Everyone just gathered in groups of three or five to chat in a low voice. Since they agreed to come, In fact, it is equivalent to making some implicit promises, so there are not many people who directly talk about Oscar.

Eric took Catherine to socialize in the crowd, and came to the long table on the lawn to grab some food to rest for a while. While chatting in a low voice, Coppola brought a bearded middle-aged man in his fifties. come over.

"Eric, Catherine, let me introduce, this is Terrence Malick, Teren, this is Eric, and Catherine."

"Hello, Mr. Malick, just call me Eric," Eric raised his eyebrows slightly and shook hands with him calmly.

A few people greeted each other, and Coppola pointed to the round table beside the swimming pool of the mansion and said, "Eric, shall we go over there and talk?"

"Of course," Eric nodded with a smile and glanced at Terrence Malick again, with some speculation in his heart that Terrence Malick was once one of the famous directors of the 1970s, and he directed The Day of Heaven. It also won the Best Director Award at the Cannes Film Festival, but Terrence Malick suddenly stopped filming for some unknown reason after Heaven's Day, and it has been almost twenty years now.

In the original time and space, Terrence Malick would come back in 1998 and directed a war film that was released in the same year as Saving Private Ryan. The name of this war film has two common translations. The red line, more popularly, is called the red alert. To be continued. cc2907201 Baidu search "" to see the latest and most complete novels!