"Thank you," the slim blonde flight attendant smiled and handed a glass of prepared cocktail in front of him. Eric, who was sitting next to the small bar, thanked him softly.

At this time, he was on the private plane of the Murdoch family. Before that, Eric had never expected that Murdoch would be eager to send a private plane to Venice to pick him up. However, although the other party's purpose was not simple, since the benefits delivered to the door, Eric would definitely be disrespectful. Even in the first class of the passenger plane, he would definitely not have a private plane with complete facilities.

After attending the opening ceremony of the Venice Film Festival last night and attending the premiere of "Far Cry" in the morning, Eric handed over all the rest to Jonathan Demi and others, and hurriedly boarded the huge Boeing private passenger plane and flew back to Los Angeles. "Friends" achieved such amazing results. It would be a fake to say that he was not in a hurry to rush back to Los Angeles.

In addition to his assistant, a deputy manager of Fox TV who came, as well as two little girls sitting on the sofa near him whispering, Julia, Elizabeth, Allen and the manager were both staying in another lounge with a wink.

"What are you talking about, Julia, you look so happy?" Eric turned around and leaned on the bar, asking without saying a word.

Julia looked up and was about to speak, but Elizabeth had already glared at her: "What do you do!"

Since learning about the ratings miracle of "Friends", I don't know what it is because of my psychology, Elizabeth's attitude towards Eric has become even worse.

"If the topic is related to me, I will definitely care about my business," Eric said with a smile, holding the wine glass, and walking towards the sofa, sitting down next to Julia casually.

Julia saw Eric sitting beside her, and raised her body slightly as if she wanted to avoid it. But she quickly relaxed again. However, Elizabeth refused to give in and said, "Hey, who asked you to sit here?"

"Liz. I'm a guest, how could you be so rude?"

"Being a guest should be more conscious of a guest." Elizabeth confronted her tit.

"You are so inhumane, Liz. It seems that when I return to Los Angeles, I want to mention this to Mr. Murdoch. Maybe I should sign you up for a lady etiquette training class or something." Eric said, and before he knew it, he brought an elder tone, which made the little flame that was unknown in Elizabeth, who was already very upset, rushing up.

Elizabeth glared at Eric for a while, but could not find any sharp counterattack words for a while. So she suddenly stood up and said, "I'm going to rest, you can do it yourself, Mr. Guest." After the girl said that, she walked towards the bedroom in her high heels.

At some point, the two flight attendants also left quietly, leaving only Eric and Julia in the cabin.

The girl looked at Eric, who was sitting next to her, leaning comfortably on the sofa and squinted her eyes to rest. She straightened her waist but did not leave. She sat quietly beside Eric, and unknowingly began to enjoy this calm atmosphere.

In Venice, the last few days she spent with Eric in a non-working state. The girl also found that compared to Eric, who had a slightly irritable temper and strong control when she was in a working state, this man was very casual in private, even though Elizabeth could not help but confront him. Eric never lost his composure. Instead, Elizabeth was always speechless by the few words he had understateed. In just a few days of getting along, Eric had also greatly improved Eric's image in the girl's heart. At least, he was no longer the original image of the big devil in her heart.

I don't know how long it took, but Eric still didn't move, so the girl secretly turned her face and looked at the man beside her. She ran around for several days, and she couldn't rest due to the jet lag. Eric's young face was obviously tired, and there was also a stubble on her chin that she couldn't clean.

However, this look of a little more vicissitudes and maturity made Julia feel moved, and the girl even had the urge to reach out and touch her.

But he didn't even make the most basic moves. Julia's impulse turned into a sigh, but she just reached out and grabbed Eric's empty wine glass in her hand and put it aside, then sat gently next to the man again, remembering the words Elizabeth had said to her after learning about the miraculous ratings of "Friends".

She originally only knew that Eric was very powerful, and she had achieved high box office in every movie she made. Even if she had entered a TV series for the first time, she easily created a ratings miracle. But the girl had no specific measure of how powerful it was. It was not until Elizabeth, who was more expert, explained it to her that Julia could slightly imagine the height Eric was at now.

Eric, who was already sleeping beside him, moved his body, as if he felt very uncomfortable in this sleeping position. He fell down on the sofa, his head just rested on the girl's thigh, and one hand inadvertently hugged Julia's slender waist.

Julia, who was originally thinking about it, was startled by Eric's action. She thought Eric had woken up, but she looked down and saw Eric looking in her arms. She hummed twice and then disappeared again. The girl realized it.

He chuckled silently, finally plucked up the courage, stretched out his fingertips and gently touched the handsome face with a sharp edge.

The blonde flight attendant who was bartending for Eric not long ago appeared in the cabin again, as if he wanted to ask the guests if they had any needs. When he saw the intimacy between the man and the woman on the sofa, the blonde flight attendant opened his eyes slightly. As a young man, of course, she knew Julia and Eric, and was usually more concerned about gossip in the entertainment industry. However, at this time, he saw the young and overly famous director pillowing on Julia Roberts, who had become the top Hollywood actress, and the blonde flight attendant still felt a little incredible.

Seeing the surprise appearance of the flight attendant, Julia's face became slightly hot, but she reached out to look silent. This action also woke up the stagnant flight attendant, and quickly showed Julia a professional smile and planned to quit.

Julia stopped her movements and reached out to gesture a few times. The flight attendant quickly understood and found a blanket to cover Eric gently.

When the flight attendant left, Julia relaxed and looked down at Eric's sleeping face in a daze.

Thoughts are changing, and they are turning.

What I thought of in the end was that I was wearing jeans with rough fabric today. Would it be uncomfortable to stick them on them?

Because the jet difference was nine hours earlier than Venice, I had a flight of more than ten hours. When I arrived in Los Angeles, it was not yet eight o'clock in the evening in the United States. It was just dark in summer.

There were many people who learned that Eric would arrive in Los Angeles at this time, so more than a wave of people were waiting outside the airport. Fortunately, he came back from a private plane and his itinerary was relatively secret. If he took the passenger plane as planned, he would definitely be blocked by a large number of reporters who had calculated the time.

Eric's figure had just appeared, and several waves of people outside the airport surrounded him. These people didn't know each other at first. After seeing each other's actions, they understood the purpose of the others, so they all accelerated their pace and walked forward.

"Mr. Williams, I am Mr. Murdoch's assistant..."

"Mr. Williams, Mr. Eisner asked me to wait for you here..."

"Eric, we met when we recorded "Sofia Talk Show". I am the manager of the CBS Los Angeles branch..."

Eric smiled and shook hands with the waves of people who were introduced by all the people. After everyone was quieter, he finally said: "I'm so sorry, I just returned to Los Angeles, and the jet lag has not reversed yet. Can I say anything tomorrow?"

Of course, it was impossible for several waves of people to leave because of Eric's words. They spoke again. Seeing Eric walking out on his own, they did not dare to be too entangled.

Eric actually had expected this situation, but he didn't expect that so many people would come to the airport to intercept him. He hurriedly got into a black sedan specially sent by Jeffrey. After Allen put his luggage into the car and got on, Eric said goodbye to everyone outside the car window, and at the same time he did not forget to wave to Julia and Elizabeth, who were standing outside the crowd.

Seeing Eric's car gone, these people ran to their cars with some disappointment and planned to leave.

Of course Elizabeth didn't mind the others leaving, but seeing the assistant sent by her father seemed to leave on her own, the little flame in Elizabeth's heart ignited again, and she raised her waist and shouted, "Hey, Vincent, is this Miss air?"

Elizabeth's assistant named Vincent just focused all his attention on Eric. He really didn't notice Elizabeth who walked out afterwards, and hurried over and said, "Oh, sorry, Miss Second, I just didn't notice you and didn't get Mr. Williams. I don't know how to explain this to Mr. Murdoch."

Elizabeth pulled Julia toward a luxury Bentley and said angrily: "I don't care what you say, I'll take us back to Beverly Hills first."

"But," Vincent followed him hesitantly, "Miss. Second Miss, I have to report this to Mr. Murdoch as soon as possible. Mr. Murdoch is still waiting at the headquarters of Century City."

"It's so late. Do you let us two girls go back for a taxi? What if we meet a bad person?" Elizabeth said, stuffing the suitcases that he and Julia were pulled to Vincent, and pulled Julia into the Bentley on his own and slammed the door.
Chapter completed!