Chatty Hollywood

"I was wrong, Charlotte Booth, you're not a fool—"

Looking at the eloquent man in front of her, Sally decided to revise her judgment half an hour ago.

"You are a liar, a bad liar!"

"...Actually, I feel the same way myself."

Being denounced as a liar, Charlotte couldn't help laughing wryly—traveling from China in 2017 back to the United States in 1993, her name changed from "Charlotte" in Chinese to "Charlotte" in English. , will definitely be considered a liar.

However, Charlotte, or Charlotte now, was not naive enough to tell a girl she had just met about this incredible adventure. The reason why he was considered a liar by the girl was actually another reason.

"I didn't mean to lie to you, it's just that when I opened my eyes from a coma, I saw such an amazing beauty standing in front of me. Anyone would suspect that I was dreaming, so that my mind was confused and I spoke incoherently— —”

"So, you're not a bad liar, but a bad accoster, are you?"

Being robbed so much by a beautiful woman, Charlotte could only nod and smile wryly. Who makes life far more bizarre than novels, and telling the truth is even more unbelievable!

The first time she saw Sally, Charlotte found out through her soul-searching technique that she had rarely used before that this beautiful blonde had an aura that she had been looking for for many years—a ghost-specific aura. breath.

After all, although spiritual energy is hard to find in this degenerate age, it does not mean that it is always colorful when it appears. In fact, according to the knowledge Charlotte learned from the old ghost, the only thing that makes the aura that should look the same as the mist emit colorful light is the breath of various ghosts.

——In other words, this girl named Sally must have been in contact with some ghosts recently, so she left a strong ghostly aura on her body, causing the nearby aura to glow.

——Of course, this kind of light can only be seen by Charlotte when she uses the spirit detection technique. In the eyes of ordinary people, Sally is just a beautiful blonde girl;

This discovery made Charlotte, who was quite calm and composed even in the face of such a bizarre event as crossing, was very excited, and there was a kind of melancholy that was finally used, so that tears flowed down his face. However, just like the old saying, misfortunes never come singly, but blessings never come twice. After life gives you a sweet date, it will always habitually attach a stick to show fairness.

Needless to say, that tearful, despised stupid look, what's worse, because Charlotte was too excited afterwards, she even forgot the lesson of the past and told the whole thing about ghosts. That's it.

Having said that, this is quite normal, even for Charlotte himself, if someone suddenly said to him such nonsense as "Your Excellency's seal is black, there must be a catastrophe in the near future", he would not believe it.

Well, maybe I will return to the previous sentence for fun:

"Really? Your Excellency has such vision? I see that Your Excellency has a strange face and amazing bones. The important task of protecting world peace is entrusted to you!"

In a sense, Sally's answer also meant the same thing.

"Since you have seen through it, then I, a clumsy striker, will stop beating around the bush."

If one plan fails, then make another plan. Charlotte decided to regroup and save the country with curves,

"Beautiful lady, can I buy you a glass of wine?"

——Since you have already been considered a liar, then you should simply use the method of a liar, anyway, it's not like you haven't done this before.

"This... alright!"

After hesitating for a while, Sally finally agreed as Charlotte expected.

In fact, for Charlotte who was knocked unconscious by herself in order to save her, Sally did not suspect that the other party had any evil intentions.

It's just that the first impression the latter left on her was not very good, so she hesitated for a while before agreeing.

This is more out of the consideration of returning favors, that is to say, the so-called Pity date.

"However, you just woke up from a coma, so it's okay to drink now?"

"certainly!"

Charlotte shook his head, maybe it was an incidental enhancement of time travel, he really didn't feel dizzy,

"Even if I have a party with a bunch of beauties tonight, I'm absolutely fine."

"I think your problem is more serious, and even your consciousness is a little unclear."

Sally gave him a slightly disgusted look, obviously understanding what he meant,

"Even if you don't cherish your body, please cherish your dollars. Call girls need money!"

"Really? I really haven't experienced this before, hehehe..."

Charlotte smirked a few times with a little embarrassment, and ended the conversation, feeling depressed in her heart——

Shit! I've been in a spell house for too long, and I don't know how to talk to women anymore! What you said just now is simply asking for a dead end!

"Forget it, since you don't care about it yourself, why should I worry about it?"

Sally waved her hand,

"There happens to be a bar I'm familiar with nearby, do you want to go?"

After finishing speaking, she seemed to think of something, the girl shook her lips, and added,

"However, this time I want you to pay the bill!"

"no problem!"

Charlotte readily agreed—the goal he had been searching for for many years finally showed light, how could he still care about a little money for a drink?

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"...So, Mr. Director had a unique encounter because of your arrangement. Should I call you Cupid, Miss 'Good Heart'?"

Charlotte, who was holding a glass of wine, blinked at Sally, and then couldn't help laughing,

"Oh, God, bless the poor director's miserable ass! May he not be bent!"

Sally laughed too. Although Charlotte's words were very rude, Sally herself was not a rich lady from the Upper East Side of New York. Besides, it was the director who was made fun of.

"It doesn't matter, if you are really bent, you can go to the fashion industry to mix it up! Gay is at the top of the food chain there."

This can be said to be the personal experience of the former model Sally, and one of the reasons why she switched to acting, apart from the realistic factor of the income gap between the two, is that she has never been able to adapt to the style of the fashion circle.

"So, Sally, if you had to choose again, would you choose to reject the director's request?"

Hearing this suddenly formal question, Sally suddenly felt that the wine in her mouth became bitter. She twisted the corner of her mouth boredly:

"Who knows! However, I think if my career is still the way it is now in another year, I shouldn't refuse. I don't know if that damn director will be turned away, but if it goes on like this , I'm about to be bent by reality!"

——Hey, who can not bow down for five buckets of rice!

Charlotte sighed in her heart, wanted to say something, but finally gave up after thinking about it.

This is Hollywood!

"However, I can't imagine that a girl as full of vigor as you would want to commit suicide."

"It's not just you, I didn't think of it myself."

Sally took another sip of her wine,

"Last night I just wanted to drink to let off steam, but I got drunk all of a sudden, and when I woke up, I was told that I had experienced a suicide attempt——At first, I thought I woke up in a strange small hotel, lying next to me. The same strange man is already the worst result!"

"I don't think the latter situation is the worst outcome—"

Charlotte blinked.

"—It all depends on whether that man is handsome enough!"

"At least not at your level."

Sally hit Charlotte mercilessly,

"If you want to ask me out from this bar, if you don't have a handsome baby face, then you have to be a Spider-Man!"

——The bar they were in, not far from the hospital they came out of, was the "cider house" where Sally got drunk last time. After sneaking here from the hospital, they drank several times of tequila, and the atmosphere between the two became warm immediately.

"Spider-Man? I didn't expect you, Sally, to be a girl who likes to read comics!"

"No, I am not."

Sally rejected it without hesitation,

"I just heard that a great director seems to want to adapt this comic into a movie, so I did some homework."

"Do you want to play Mary Jane?"

Charlotte really didn't expect Sally to have such an idea.

"What's so strange?"

Sally smelled of alcohol, her eyes were dim, and she was obviously a little drunk.

"If I can play the heroine, even if I have to show up naked, I can have sex over the Brooklyn Bridge!"

this……

Charlotte shrugged her shoulders, finally deciding not to look like a drunk.

He beckoned to the bartender, ordered two glasses of eggnog—a very Christmas Eve drink, which happened to be available in this bar—and handed one of them to Sally.

"Tonight is Christmas Eve, Mary Jane, may your dreams come true soon, Brooklyn Bridge!"

He raised the cup in his hand, blinked,

"Merry Christmas!"

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"Merry Christmas!"

Sally took a sip of her eggnog and wished her mother the holidays. Mother showed a long-lost happy smile on her face, and gently held Dad's hand.

dad! ?

The sweet eggnog in her mouth instantly turned into the taste of soapy water, and Sally woke up suddenly.

"It turned out to be a dream!"

Sally sighed softly, feeling bitterness slipping through her heart.

"Wait, where is this?"

After the drowsiness faded and her sanity returned, Sally suddenly realized what the most important issue now was——

"Fortunately, it's my own bed."

Some girls with headaches stretched out their hands and fumbled on the bed,

"There's no one else lying around."

Sally breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment——

"Where are my clothes?"

At this time, although she was not lying on the bed as she was when she was born, but after removing the thin blanket that covered the alluring body, the amount of clothes left was enough to compare with the working state of the underwear model before. .

"Sleeping Beauty woke up?"

Just when she was nervous and suspicious, a man's voice sounded at the door. Sally turned her head to look, and sure enough——

Charlotte didn't wear trousers, and only wore a sleeveless vest on her upper body. Her hair covered with gauze was originally a bit funny, but in the eyes of Sally at this moment, it was so ugly and disgusting.

"Your wine taste is really bad. When you're drunk, you not only cry and fuss, but also like to spit on people..."

The man was rambling on, but Sally couldn't listen at all. Her mind was buzzing, and her right hand unconsciously touched under the mattress——

"...I managed to get you back. It's thanks to you that you were so drunk that you still remembered where the door of your house opened. You vomited up my clothes, look——"

In the middle of speaking, Charlotte's voice suddenly stopped. In front of him, Sally, who was only wearing underwear, held a gun in her right hand, and the black muzzle of the gun was facing him.