King of Hollywood

In the small and simple living room, two people sat facing each other on two sofas, oh, it should be a young man in his twenties and a 2-year-old girl. The two of them crossed their arms and looked at each other without saying a word, with no expression on their faces.

The little girl was wearing a lace dress, her brown hair was combed neatly behind her head, and she wore dark round-toed leather shoes under her white velvet socks. so happy. But the young man who was sitting upright told the little guy that he was teasing her with a half-smile expression.

After staring at each other for a long time, the little girl finally couldn't help but jumped off the sofa, grabbed Winnie the Pooh next to her, swayed to the young man, and threw him on him angrily.

"Hey, this is not something a lady should do, Emma." The young man pretended to dodge her attack.

But the little guy turned a deaf ear, and grabbed the doll in his hand and threw it on him. Although most of the attacks were out of reach because of his lack of strength, he still repeated his movements unrelentingly. If the Winnie the Pooh in her hand had a mind of its own, it would have been crying by now.

What a child. Adrian couldn't help but sighed amusedly in his heart. When Ms. Rodlin opened the door, Emma opened her arms in surprise in the living room and wanted to rush over, but stopped after a few steps, and finally raised her head and snorted, then turned back to the sofa and sat down He crossed his arms, as if waiting for your apology.

Children are like this, they do things completely according to their moods, but their moods change faster than anyone else, and they are more difficult to figure out than women. So Adrian simply crossed his arms and sat across from her without saying a word.

However, he still didn't expect that the other party would have such a big resentment, and he actually dragged the doll to knock him, which is really dumbfounding. After pretending to dodge a few times again, Adrian suddenly tilted his body, touched his head lightly on the armrest of the sofa, hugged his head and cried out: "Oh, it hurts!"

The little girl suddenly stopped at a loss, and after being stunned for two seconds, she hurriedly climbed onto the other party's sofa with all her hands and feet, got into Adrian's arms, and stammered while reaching out to check the "wound" Apology: "I'm sorry, I didn't...I didn't...intentionally...intentionally..."

Adrian originally wanted to tease her, but seeing the anxious and pitiful look of the little guy, he gave up the plan, turned over and hugged her: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Really?" Emma finally stopped, and after carefully looking at Adrian, her worried expression faded a lot, but she blinked, and she became a little confused again: "Really? "

Smart little guy. Adrian couldn't help but praised in his heart, then rubbed his head so that he didn't seem to care about the pain: "Really, it's over in a while, and now it doesn't hurt anymore."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Emma immediately lowered her head and said embarrassingly, kneading her hands a little tangled, and poor Pooh didn't know what it was like to be ravaged.

"It's okay, I know, I haven't seen you for a few months, you are very unhappy, I should apologize to you." Adrian hugged her in his arms and comforted her, although it was not his fault, But kids don't make sense.

"It's been five months." Emma became angry again. In order to strengthen her persuasiveness, she pouted and waved her five little fingers. The soft and tender tone sounded very comfortable.

"Okay, okay, so how can I compensate you?" Adrian couldn't help pinching her face.

After thinking for a long time with his head tilted, the little guy gave an answer that made people vomit blood: "I don't know."

Adrian couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and suddenly reached out and scratched Emma's armpit. The little guy dodged and struggled after screaming, trying to escape from Adrian's hands. How could Adrian, who had been prepared, let her succeed, and immediately teased her in his arms, and the little girl had to curl up Shouting and laughing excitedly.

"Is your negotiation over?" Emma's aunt, Ms. Rodlin, appeared in the living room with a fruit platter at this time, looked at the two people who were fighting and shook her head with a smile.

"Ed, don't you have some..." She put down the fruit plate and sat down to remind her in a low voice.

"It's okay, as long as Emma is happy." Adrian waved his hands indifferently after stopping his movements, then picked up the little girl and put him on the sofa: "Do you like this, Emma?"

The cheerful little girl who "likes" waved her arms, and her face was flushed because of the fight before, she was so cute.

Rodlin had no choice but to shrug. The doorbell rang just at this moment. It turned out that Rodlin's husband, the little guy's uncle Adam Goldberg had returned.

"Hi, Ed." After kissing his wife, he greeted Adrian.

"Hi, Adam." Adrian waved his hand immediately.

"You're finally here. If you drag on, Emma might have to run away from home." Adam sat down and said jokingly.

"I can imagine it, you know she beat me with Winnie the Pooh just now." Adrian said exaggeratedly, then picked up the doll that was thrown aside and shook his head: "Poor Pooh."

Adam couldn't help laughing. Although Emma didn't understand it very well, it didn't prevent her from noticing the teasing in her tone. She immediately reached out and snatched Pooh from Adrian's hand, and then made a big grimace.

This cute gesture made the three people present couldn't help laughing, and then Adam said: "Do you want to stay in London for a while? You can stay at our house, and the guest room is always vacant anyway."

"Can you?" Adrian hesitated a little.

"Of course, I think this must also be Emma's wish." Adam said, looking at the little girl who was still sitting in Adrian's arms: "Emma, ​​do you want Ed to live in our house?"

Emma blinked, then cheered and reached out to grab Adrian's shoulder: "If you want to listen to a story, you have to sleep with me."

Adrian sighed helplessly, and pinched the little girl's face: "It seems that I have no choice."

"Then it's settled." Adam laughed, "By the way, the newspaper said you won the Palme d'Or, is that true?"

In this way, Adrian stayed at the house of Emma's aunt and uncle, and had nothing to do every day except accompany Emma, ​​just like last summer vacation. In fact, this is not bad, just treat it as a vacation, so you don't have to think about so many problems.

Although the entertainment media have been reporting on the breaking of Palme d'Or's record during this period of time, directors are different from actors after all. People may discuss which star is handsome and beautiful, but they rarely remember the director's appearance, even if it is special. Lu Fu or a well-known director like Spielberg.

In addition, Rodlin and his wife were quite tight-lipped, so he could freely take Emma shopping around. Of course, a little dressing up is also necessary. After all, Britain is the birthplace of the paparazzi. Although those guys have not come to pick them up at their most insane moment, it is always good to be cautious. If they are recognized, it will be a trouble after all.

Emma is very happy with his arrival, and basically spends 24 hours by her side. Although she is more than two years old, some things have never changed, and sometimes they are even stronger, perhaps because Adrian does not have him all the time. by her side? Who knows, Adrian is not disgusted by this, otherwise he would not have come to London to see her. Of course, he would be very grateful if she didn't have to squeeze into the bed with him every night and hug his arm very much. Waking up with tingling arms every morning for days on end is not a pleasant experience.

After a week like this, because Adrian was nowhere to be found, and Bosworth Films refused to disclose his whereabouts, and the award-winning "Pulp Fiction" was still some time before it was released, the media had no idea about the youngest Palme d'Or winner. Enthusiasm also gradually faded a lot. So Adrian, who guessed that the news had been fully fermented, began to prepare for another important matter in London, and he suddenly felt that if he brought Emma with him at that time, there might be unexpected results.

"I suggest, you'd better sit in my seat honestly, Miss Emma Watson." Glancing at the passenger seat, Adrian said angrily.

The little girl who was lying on the car window, watching the street scene outside, and breathing on the window, and then started to draw, turned around and giggled and made a face at him.

Adrian sighed, then raised his voice: "Emma"

"Got it." Emma stuck out her tongue, and sat down obediently. But this state only lasted for a few minutes, and she began to look around, touch here and touch there again.

Sighing again, Adrian shrugged his shoulders, turned the steering wheel and continued to move forward at a turtle speed of 15 miles per hour. Generally speaking, the co-pilot seat is the most dangerous position in the car. If an accident occurs, even adults are vulnerable, let alone children. But Emma would sit next to him anyway—if it wasn't for driving, Adrian wondered if she would ask to sit in his arms. After several times of persuasion to no avail, he had to let her stay in the co-pilot seat.

Fortunately, the rented car has child safety seats, which somewhat reassures Adrian, but seeing Emma's lively and active appearance, he still reduced the speed of the car to the minimum just in case.

It's okay, I'm sure the lady will understand. Adrian thought comfortingly in his heart. However, after turning a corner, even though the destination was far away, he still drove for about ten minutes before stopping on the side of the street.

After getting out of the car and taking the little girl out, and repeatedly telling her to behave, Adrian came to the door of the apartment he was looking for according to the house number and rang the doorbell. ()