[US Entertainment] Hollywood Fame

Chapter 170

"call……"

Christine lay down beside Tom, took a breath, and then turned her head as if remembering something and asked, "Mr. Cruise, are you not bringing Suri to the concert this time?"

Hearing this, Tom couldn't help but turned sideways and raised his head with his hand. His other hand seemed to brush her arm, with a signature smile on his face: "Why, do you want to see my daughter more?"

Christine chuckled, shook her head and sat up to get dressed: "I really asked a stupid question, just pretend I didn't."

Tom raised his eyebrows: "You really don't want to act anymore?"

"Well, I won't be acting anymore. Does "Mission: Impossible 7" still invite me to be the heroine?" Christine asked back.

She asked this question because she already had a leading role in the next series of films in "Mission: Impossible 6", and her "White Widow" role was not the one that was prepared.

"Why not?" Tom Cruise said.

After Christine put on her T-shirt, she turned to Tom with some surprise, and the look on his face told her he wasn't joking.

"Forget it." Christine shook her head and refused, then replied with a smile, "I don't want our relationship that happened today to deteriorate."

If she really agreed, wouldn't it become a hidden rule?

"That's such a pity." Tom said regretfully, and immediately understood what she meant. "I should have known that I shouldn't have gone to your concert today."

Christine shrugged: "Please, the core of the "Mission: Impossible" series is you. I don't think I can bring more box office to this series of movies by being the heroine."

"How do you know if you don't try?" Tom didn't seem to give up.

"I really don't have time to make movies, and I'm too busy touring." Christine said, leaning over and putting on her underwear, "However, it's okay to make a cameo."

Tom nodded, knowing that what Christine said was true, he regretfully gave up the idea.

It is also a coincidence that these two people can roll together. Tom originally flew a helicopter in London to prepare for his new movie, but it happened that Christine’s world tour arrived in London, and Tom also met with his friends after the training that day. Let's go to the concert.

As soon as the concert was over, Christine heard from the staff that it seemed that Tom Cruise had also come to the scene today, and then the two of them met as soon as they got in touch, and everything that happened next was kept silent up.

It's hard to say who took the initiative, it's nothing more than two men and women who are still single, using a hearty sex to relieve the pressure and tension brought about by the tour or the movie recently.

Christine's recent tour schedule is relatively indulgent. Apart from rehearsals and tour days, she will also find some fun to relieve those emotions in her heart. Not only in this way, but most of the time she still uses food or Treat yourself to a glass of wine.

So even though her "Reborn" tour was very exhausting, she still didn't lose weight. Instead, she gained a few pounds. Although it didn't look obvious from the outside, it also made Judy start to stare at her diet.

"I really didn't eat it!" Christine raised her hand wrongly: "Leslie ate it all."

Judy glanced at Leslie, but for some reason Leslie felt the danger in his light eyes. He shook his head again and again, and immediately betrayed Christine: "She just ordered crispy onion soup, St. Jacques scallops, grilled Camembert, veal blanc, steak tartare, buckwheat crepes, and white wine..."

Before Leslie could finish speaking, Christine stood up and ran away.

"Kristen Hessel!"

Judy's roar almost pierced through the wall behind him, how could Christine dare to stay here, when would he not run away?

They left here after only two days in London. Christine, who was in France, couldn't stay in the hotel for a long time. She and her assistant went to eat a lot of food just after the rehearsal.

Are you kidding me? I have already arrived in one of the famous gourmet countries. How can I not eat more?

Christine, who came out of the hotel again, looked at the already dark sky outside, asked the security guard at the door for an umbrella, and then walked around with peace of mind.

However, not everyone is as prescient as she is.

When the rain quickly wet the ground, Christine took an umbrella in one hand and a soufflé in the other, and walked comfortably in the rain, and was about to return to the beautiful park to enjoy this dessert.

And from a distance, she saw that the park bench she secretly chose in her heart was occupied by another boy who was drenched in the rain.

The boy was thin, and he shivered on the bench in the rain, shivering, and his back looked very pitiful, but at this time, because of the rain, all the people in the park ran away, and no one kindly handed him an umbrella.

Christine hesitated for a moment.

Sighing, she lowered her hat, glanced at the souffle in her hand with some reluctance, and walked into the boy.

And it wasn't until she walked into the boy that she realized that he wasn't shivering because of the cold, he arched his back and twitched from time to time, as if he was crying.

A look of embarrassment appeared on Christine's face.

She really didn't mean to spy on other people's embarrassment and privacy.

But now that they have come, it seems inappropriate to just turn around and leave like this.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

The boy froze for a moment, and wiped his face with his hand.

The umbrella just covered the figures of the two people, forming a safe and private area in the heavy rain.

Christine leaned over and put the souffle in her hand beside him, and said softly, "I'm sorry to disturb you."

She only had one umbrella, and originally wanted to take him to a place where she could hide from the rain, but seeing the boy's stiff appearance, she gave up on this idea.

Christine was about to leave.

It seemed the boy needed some privacy of his own.

"Kristen...Kristen Heather?"

As soon as Christine turned to leave, she heard a faint sound. She stopped and turned her head again.

The boy looked up at her, and some of his long curly hair was wet from the rain, sticking to his face that was also wet, but it didn't affect Christine's recognition of who the boy was.

The first time she met him was at the Oscars.

The second time...it seems to be at her own concert?

How could Timothée Chalamet, a young actor with so much potential, be here all alone in the rain?Still crying with red eyes?

Christine has no intention of probing other people's privacy, but after thinking about it, she knows that it has nothing to do with feelings.

"It's me," she said, smiling.

Timothy turned his head to look at Souffle next to him, pursed his lips, and after hesitating for a while, he looked at Christine with those red eyes: "Can you chat with me for a while?"

Christine looked at the face with exquisite features. The wet hair and clothes brought a little fragility and melancholy to his temperament, exuding a kind of neutral beauty.

There is no way to say no now.

Christine sighed in her heart that she was really a disaster of beauty, and nodded: "Come with me, you need a set of clean clothes."

Half an hour later, Christine looked at Timothy, who was sitting beside the bed and had just changed his clothes, with his head down, exuding I am sad, melancholy, and sad, and sighed again.

She no longer knew that this was the first time she sighed today.

Why did you bring him back to the hotel where you stayed in such a way?

Oh yes, he said that he would be spotted outside.

Christine covered her forehead, feeling dizzy.

Now, no matter how she looks at it, she feels like a strange aunt who abducts other people's beautiful boys.

Don't get me wrong, although she is only three or four years older than Timothy, this scene really makes people look daydream.

"I broke up." Timothy said in a low voice.

This is obvious.

Christine thought about it, and hummed to show that she was listening carefully.

"It's exhausting to be with her," Timothy said again.

Oh--she did resonate with that.

Christine nodded, resting her chin on her hand.

Timothy suddenly raised his head and glanced at Christine, who was puzzled by that look, and then he said, "Lily...she still doesn't like you."

What Timothy said was rather tactful. In fact, the two people always quarreled because Lily said bad things about Christine casually, and Timothy couldn't help but want to defend a few words, and then turned from jealousy to helplessness. The restless quarrel eventually turned into a cold war.

He worked hard and took Lily to Christine's concert.But obviously Lily liked Christine's scene very much in her heart, but she still refused to admit it after she came out.

After that they had several quarrels, and today was the last time, and the two broke up because of it.

A trace of embarrassment appeared on Christine's face.

Is this... her fault?

Christine sighed, she stood up, opened the box of Souffle, and handed it over: "Eat some sweets, you will feel better."

"Thank you." Timothy took it, took a spoon and put it in his mouth.

The sweet taste spread in his mouth, not greasy at all, and the soft taste was just right, he subconsciously took another spoonful.

Christine looked a little greedy, so she simply turned her head and stopped looking, and put her gaze on the guitar case beside her.

She walked over and bent over to pick up the guitar, holding it in her arms.

Timothy's gaze followed her closely.

"Want to listen to music?" Christine asked.

Think of it as a benefit for your fans.

Timothy's eyes lit up, and he nodded suddenly: "Yes."

Christine looked at his appearance, lowered her head and smiled, and began to pluck the strings and tuned.

Timothy was hit by her doting smile, and after a long pause, he pretended to be calm again and ate the soufflé.

It was so sweet and warm, almost reaching his heart.

Christine quickly adjusted the tune, looked up and asked him: "Is "SomethingINeed" okay?"

"I can do it!" Timothy replied immediately.

Christine was amused by his positive appearance, she lowered her head and thought about the lyrics, then swept the strings and opened her lips lightly: "A few nights ago I fell asleep, in the dream we only had one reincarnation in this life. "

Her voice is clear and clean, even though Timothy has listened to it countless times live and through headphones, she has never felt tired of it, not to mention that the distance between Christine and him at this moment is only about one meter, without electronic equipment processing His voice entered his cochlea, slightly vibrating the bones of his whole body, making his toes curl up numbly.

Timothy's face flushed instantly.

"Woke up from a dream at two o'clock in the middle of the night. I couldn't fall asleep anymore and stared at your sleeping face. Only in this way can I keep calm."

Christine looked up, those light blue eyes were always focused when singing, and every time he looked at him, he would have the illusion of affection, and the roots of his ears and even his neck turned pink.

How could there be such a fan favorite singer, he is so happy.

Christine sang intently, and didn't notice Timothy's shyness. Her voice gradually turned higher: "Your light shines in the sky, and the world is full of people. One day, I will be a guest and die in another land. If only this life is reincarnated, I am willing to live and die with you."

Timothy involuntarily tapped to the beat of her singing.

Christine heard some cautious beats, her eyes couldn't help but bend, and she continued to sing: "Your spirit inspires me, this world is full of people, and one day I will meet a guest and die in another land. If there is only one reincarnation in this life, I am willing to be with you." You live and die."

Hearing Christine sing so close gave Timothy a completely different feeling.

He could touch her as soon as he stretched out his hand, and the sense of untouchable distance in the past dissipated, which made his heart beat faster.

When Christine sang "Speaking intermittently, baby, don't be afraid, if we have nothing, then at least we have each other", Timothy's breath was stagnant, and the seed buried in his heart began to grow crazily.

No, that's blasphemy.

He pursed his lips tightly, trying to restrain the thought.

Throughout the second half of the song, Timothy was in a daze. Christine noticed his strangeness and thought he was thinking of Lily, so he couldn't help but grabbed his hair, feeling a bit awkward.

No sweets, no singing...

Are boys all this hard to coax these days?

Christine put the guitar aside, looked at Timothy who was still staring at the ground, sighed again, stepped forward and gave him a hug: "Don't be sad, you deserve better."

Timothy's eyes widened suddenly, and he sat there, his whole body was stiff.

Christine's embrace was very warm and soft. When he breathed, what he smelled was the faint scent of perfume on her body, which was a little sweet, like this gentle embrace.

He raised his head, resting his chin on her collarbone, holding down her loose blond hair.

He cautiously reached out and hugged her back, wanting to smear her scent all over his body.

He didn't even dare to use force, for fear that his every move would expose those small thoughts in his heart.

Not long after, Christine let go of his hand, pulled away, and looked at Timothy, who was blushing a little: "Are you better?"

not enough.

want more.

Timothy touched his hot ears and nodded: "It's much better."

The author has something to say:

*What does it feel like to catch up with a star and catch him singing for you alone?

I feel like dying just thinking about it...

*The next chapter is fat, but it feels likely to be locked...

If you are locked, remember to wait a moment, I will modify some and send it out, if you want to see the deleted content, you know where to find me (you know)