Hollywood Secret Garden

Disney's reception is on the third floor of the Pallag Hotel. Maybe it's intentional or unintentional, who knows. However, the little girl felt a lot when thinking about the three or four days of shooting here, but this did not dispel her boredom at the reception.

Angela gently tapped the ground with her heels. Fortunately, it was just a low heel, otherwise her heels would suffer again. She walked around the hall for a little purpose. She also participated in similar receptions several times. Parents Occasionally I brought her when I had a party in the villa in Beverly Hills, but it was really boring. The guests always got together in pairs to talk about topics of mutual interest. Men could n’t live without their careers and women, and women put together Beauty and gossip are hanging around the mouth. These topics are not something that a little guy can plug in. Besides, will anyone discuss these things with a little girl?

However, there was always something to do at the reception. Angela went to the dining table and took a small piece of smoked fish cake into her mouth. She slowly chewed in her mouth, nodding her head first, and then frowning.

"What? It doesn't taste good?" A voice came from him.

"Not bad. Compared with the Buckingham Palace chefs, here are more imaginative, but they have lost a lot of skills. I personally suggest that they should be more conservative before perfecting the new smoked fish technique." Little girl I didn't want to answer, but immediately reacted to look around, Nancy stood by, and looked at her with a little surprise.

Angela didn't panic, shrugged, "Just a joke."

Nancy smiled, "I thought you would become a gourmet again."

"Are you bragging about me or making fun of me?" The little girl blinked.

"Actually I want to thank you," Nancy said seriously.

Angela, who often browses the news of the movie, of course knows why, she started to feel a little embarrassed. She just advanced the honor that she deserves. Besides, the script was originally written by herself and praised by the original author, even if the little girl has enough skin. The thickness is not only slightly reddish.

She quickly said, "No, Nancy, if you and Mr. Charles, this script is just a script. I'm glad you made it into a movie. I believe I didn't do anything wrong to send it to you."

Nancy smiled slightly: "Without you," Born in One "would be a lot more eclipsed."

"That's not necessarily true. Without Sister Julia and Sister Meg, that would be a lot of eclipse." Angela was not proud. She didn't want to say more on this topic, and asked another question: "The Sleepless in Seattle" Received the script? "

"Of course, but why send it to me?" Nancy was puzzled.

"Because I think this is more interesting." Angela grinned, of course she would not say that she made a mistake and accidentally let Jennifer send it out.

"Well, then the two paintings you put in the script, are you drawing Mr. Tom Hanks?" Nancy asked again.

"Yes," Angela replied, "why do you think it's inappropriate?"

"It's hard to say, Angie, I think ..." Nancy had to say something, but was interrupted by the little girl: "Nancy, if you believe me, choose Mr. Hanks. I don't think he will. Will disappoint you. "

Nancy was a little puzzled. She didn't understand why Angela had so much confidence in Tom Hanks, although he was indeed suitable for the role. Angela also knew she was in a hurry, so she shrugged: "To be honest, when I wrote this script, I actually wrote it based on the images of sister Meg and Mr. Hanks. Of course, if you think it is inappropriate, then It's up to you. "

Just as Nancy thought, her husband, Mr. Charles, came over and said a few words in her ear. Nancy nodded and smiled at Angela: "Sorry, Angie, I have something to leave. "

"Please, please." Angela gestured please.

After watching Nancy greet her husband and three other men and a woman, the little girl looked around again. The big mouth sister didn't come, but the sweetheart sister and her husband were chatting with others. They were still bored, so she went to the window. Go, no matter what, if the silver screen couples Hanks and Meg really do n’t show up because of this and that, then it ’s just like that, it ’s impossible that everything will follow the original trajectory, Besides, I still have this big butterfly, but speaking, what would happen if I sent the script to the original author and director, Ms. Nora Evelyn? This idea only flashed in his head and was thrown aside. After all, the script has been given to Nancy, and Nancy is definitely not worse than Norah, so thinking this is actually useless.

At this time, Angela's eyes fell on a boy standing by the window, but rarely met his peers at the reception. The boy and his boy were about thirteen or four years old. The brown hair split to the right almost covered his right face. He put one hand in his trouser pocket and twisted his head boringly on a small table next to the window. The decorative swing ball, with a cynical smile on the corner of his mouth, seemed incompatible with the black suit on his body.

As if he was aware that he was being watched, the boy turned his head and looked at Angela, and then he froze, as if he saw something astonishing, he opened his eyes wide, opened his mouth and wanted to say, but one The syllable did not come out, so she looked straight at her.

Although Angela has been watched in this way by many people, this time from the eyes of the boy, she clearly felt that there was something else, which made her startled a little. Seeing that the other party never said a word, the little girl had to cough: Is there anything on my face? "

"Oh, I'm sorry," the boy woke up like a dream, his face flushed and embarrassed, but he calmed down quickly, straightened his collar, and owed slightly: "Hello, dear lady, I Yes……"

"John Conner, the savior of mankind, I know." Angela said earnestly. When she saw him at first sight, she recognized him. There was no way. Who called that movie was too classic, Disney. It was a surprise to be able to invite them.

The boy scratched his head again awkwardly, and then spread his hands to helplessly: "Well, miss, if you want my leader to save the planet, you have to wait at least six years."

"It doesn't matter, if the producer agrees, you can start the leadership tomorrow-is Mr. 800 also here?"

"Yes, but Mr. T-1000 hasn't come, but their maker is here." The boy raised his eyebrows.

"You mean 'Skynet' is here?" Angela asked deliberately.

"No, no," the boy's head shook like a rattle, and then a bad smile appeared: "I said the old man who had thin hair and a beard, and always liked to curse."

"That's not good," said the little girl, shaking her finger up and shaking. "How can you say your stepfather like this?"

The boy froze slightly, and immediately understood. Although he was surprised that the girl was well informed, he still said with a smile: "Dear Miss, strictly speaking, Mr. T-800 should be my stepfather."

Angela tilted her head and thought for a while before she said, "Well, you're right, so where can they tell me?"

The boy gave a cough and extended his hand to the little girl in a polite manner: "I'm glad to meet you, I'm Edward Frang, may I ask Miss Fame?"

"Angela Mason, I'm glad to meet you too." Angela shook hands with him somewhat helplessly. Although it was interesting to talk to him just now, it doesn't mean that she wants to be friends with him, after all, Edward Fo Young became famous, and like many young stars in Hollywood, he grew up a little bit and started to let himself go. After he became an adult, he became a drug abuser and did not work, and his image was destroyed in a few years. Such a person occasionally meets and chats a few words, no matter in past life or now, she does not like this kind of person, and she is now a girl.

"Angela Mason?" Edward seemed to have thought of it, and after scratching his head, he suddenly reacted: "Oh my God, you are the two little girls of" Born in a Pair "?!"

He took a step back in surprise, and looked at Angela up and down before admiring: "You are much more beautiful than in the movie, your ... your eyes are charming."

Although she has lived in the United States since her birth, sometimes little girls are still unaccustomed to their directness and can't help but cough: "Can you tell me, where is Mr. Director?"

Now Edward still looks good, seeing that Angela has no ** to talk about, and no plans to fight, and the gentleman pointed the direction for her, following the gap between the pile of people It didn't take long for Angela to find the big figure of the governor.

"Thank you, Mr. Fran." The little girl nodded politely at Edward with a curved mouth, which looked particularly cute.

"It's an honor to work for you. You can call me Edward." The boy is very good at hitting snakes.

"You can also call me Angela," the little girl was helpless. "If we can, shall we talk later?"

"Very honoured." Edward once again adjusted the collar, although it is incompatible with the suit on his body, but it is quite gentlemanly, and with a good appearance, I believe that the Taikangs will like it very much.

But Angela ignored his charm at all, gave him a smile, and left without looking back.

(Today I have time to send it earlier, and try to see if there is another chapter ~ Also, my collection is so pitiful ~) 2k novel reading network