[US Entertainment] Hollywood Fame

Chapter 175

Christine walked into the living room and looked up.

Dodge barked and came over, smelling her scent seemed familiar, and raised his tail towards her.

She touched a couple of them without any hassle, while looking at the layout here.

Christine has not been here for a long time, but neither the style nor the decorations have changed much.

She immediately remembered the past.

Evans walked from behind her to the front, hugged Dodge and said, "Does it feel like nothing has changed?"

Christine nodded: "Why don't you change the furniture?"

"I'm used to it, I'm too lazy to change it." Evans said with a smile, without a hint of concern.

Christine was taken aback, then smiled.

Yes, he is this temperament.

"You remember where you changed your clothes, don't you?" Evans joked.

Christine shrugged: "What if I don't remember?"

Evans walked to the second floor without looking back, and waved his hand to the back: "I don't believe it."

She shook her head with a smile, and went to the corner of the first floor with Taylor. There was her previous cloakroom, which had been emptied out now.

After changing into their swimsuits, she and Taylor came out of the room and went down to the first floor, where a huge swimming pool appeared in front of them.

Evans had already changed into his swimsuit a few days ago and got into the water after warming up.

"Any extra towels?" Kristen asked Evans as he adjusted to the temperature in the water.

"It's in my room on the second floor, go get it," Evans said.

"Okay." Christine turned to Taylor and said, "You get used to the temperature of the water and warm up first, and I'll go back with a towel."

After speaking, she walked up the steps.

Usually when Evans is at home, he doesn't like to invite housekeepers over, so at this time, except for a few people who have started swimming on the lower floor, the whole villa is particularly quiet.

Christine went up to the second floor and pushed open the door of the master bedroom.

What caught my eye immediately was the underpants that were conspicuously thrown at the foot of the bed.

……

Okay, I still like to throw clothes around like before.

It's just that the pattern of the pants... is hard to describe.

She stepped forward and lifted the tiger-skin underpants with two fingers, raising her eyebrows.

Still warm.

Suddenly there was a sound of panicked footsteps behind him.

"and many more--"

Christine turned her head to look back, and Evans, who was still dripping all over her body, ran in.

Seeing the underpants she was carrying, he closed his eyes, and even thought about digging into the ground.

He also just realized that he just casually threw his pants in the room, and then hurried up to stop Christine from entering his room.

It turned out to be a step too late...

It's too shameful.

He stepped forward to take the underpants in embarrassment, rubbed them into the closet, and then turned around.

"Hey, this is not what I often wear..."

Christine suppressed a smile: "Well, I know."

Evans touched his beard, and after a moment of silence, he remembered that Christine came up to get a bath towel, and quickly turned around and opened the closet.

So, Christine watched helplessly as the underpants that had just been blindly stuffed into the closet fell out again.

She chuckled.

Evans was almost killed by the stupid thing he just did. He picked up the tiger-print pants that fell on the ground with a numb face, and threw them into the trash can in the toilet three times.

"Hey, don't throw it away—" Christine even joked.

Evans turned his head, his blushing face was covered by a big beard, and he gave Christine a hard look.

Christine laughed even wider.

"Really, don't throw it away, fashion is reincarnated, maybe next year animal prints will become mainstream again." Christine said with a smile.

"Christine Heather!" Evans was really annoyed by her words this time.

Christine laughed and ran away.

Evans picked up the towel and chased after him. When he reached the edge of the pool, he threw the towel onto the chair, stepped forward, picked up Christine by the waist, and placed him on the water in a threatening manner. Smile on your face: "Promise that you won't bring this up again."

Christine rolled her eyes and felt that it was not worth it. The underpants just now could be used to laugh at him for the rest of his life.

"Hurry up." Evans loosened his hand.

Feeling her body suddenly lose weight for a moment, Christine hugged his arm in surprise.

After exclaiming, there was a burst of embarrassment.

She wrinkled her nose and snorted, "I refuse!"

"Really?" Evans smiled, tossing her up.

"what--!"

Christine closed her eyes tightly and shouted, "I won't mention it, I won't mention it, I won't mention it!"

After a few seconds, Christine felt his world spinning for a while, and his feet finally stepped on the ground.

After reacting, she stepped on Evans' big foot angrily.

Evans just laughed and jumped into the pool.

……

Before the Oscar nomination list came out, Kristen still stayed in New York. Apart from daily rehearsals, she would get together with her friends from time to time. The paparazzi could often photograph the combination of Kristen, Taylor, and the Evans brothers.

But every time it's not the opposite sex traveling in pairs, which makes it impossible for them to use pictures to talk, so they have to vaguely call their relationship close.

Today, these paparazzi caught up with Christine again, she and Timothée Chalamet, Selena Gomez, Jude Law, Saoirse Ronan, Taylor Swift and the others The man walked into a popular New York bar, where Evans and his Knives Out cast had walked in half an hour earlier.

No one knows if they have an appointment, but it doesn't matter if they don't know, it doesn't prevent them from writing reports, right?

Kristen and the others had just sat down and hadn't had a drink when they saw Chris Evans across from them.

It's really a coincidence. I haven't seen each other for a few days recently, but we met at the bar at night. What is the probability?

Evans and the others also found Christine, and Yaokong greeted them.

Christine smiled and toasted him, but didn't go over there, after all, it seemed that there was a crew gathering there.

Her recent relationship with Evans is also a bit delicate. It may be that she has seen more times and stayed together for a long time. She found that she has regained her heart for Evans.

His voice became deep and pleasant, his eyes became gentle and tender, and even his every move attracted her full attention.

At first she thought it was her own illusion.

So she began to test, but every time she tried, she got the same result.

In front of him, she would become shy, act coquettishly and self-willed more times, and even have some indescribable dreams about him at night.

After waking up, she murmured his name and stretched her hand into the quilt to commit suicide, but she still couldn't fill her desire.

Christine clearly realized that this time, she was really tempted.

But Evans suddenly began to grow cold.

A few days ago, several people were sweating from playing. Christine leaned back in the chair and suggested that everyone go to Evans to cook together in the evening, and then watch DVD together after dinner. Evans suddenly became very cold. Refused.

Just when she thought everything was going in a good direction naturally, Evans suddenly changed his attitude.

It's like a different person.

Yesterday too, when Christine sent a message asking him if he would like to come out for a cup of coffee, he also refused, saying that he was busy.

But obviously as far as she knew, Evans didn't have any plans yesterday.

The same is true today.

This is already the fourth day.

After drinking some casually, Christine chatted with Timothy and the others, looking down at the dance floor from time to time.

Chris Evans was dancing, still hilariously awkward, but who was that woman who was almost clinging to him?

It's really close.

"Want to dance?" Timothy asked in her ear.

Christine felt his breath tickle behind her ear.

She raised her head and drank the brandy in the wine glass, took his hand and stood up: "Okay."

The strong wine flowed from her throat to her stomach, burning hotly, making her lose her mind.

She dragged Timothy onto the dance floor quickly, and then danced with him to the music.

Sexy and unrestrained, her movements are not big, but every movement is close to Timothy's body, allowing him to wrap her arms around her waist, seeking more.

Christine saw Evans not far away from the corner of her eye, and the woman got closer to him, almost sticking to his body.

F*ck!

She turned around and kissed Timothy on the lips.

There was booing on the dance floor.

She and Timothy kissed deeply, but the uncomfortable feeling in her heart was not relieved at all.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Evans and the woman in front of him again. The two of them didn't look this way, and their attention didn't seem to be attracted by her and Timothy's movements at all.

So invested?

Christine reached into Timothy's thick curls and kissed him even more passionately.

The woman seemed familiar. It was a face that appeared in "Knives Out", and it seemed to be called Anna.

Not as beautiful, not as tall, and older than her. Has Evans' aesthetic standards dropped to this level?

Ana, Ana, Ana!

So the reason for his sudden indifference to himself was Anna?

Christine thought distractedly, and bit Timothy's lip with one bite, tasting a hint of rust.

"hiss……"

Timothy looked up, a little puzzled.

Christine reacted: "Sorry, I..."

"It's okay." Timothy shook his head and touched his bitten lip, "Are you still dancing?"

Christine also shook her head: "I'm a little dizzy, let's go back early."

Timothy nodded, took out his mobile phone, greeted Saoirse and the others, and left the bar with Christine.

At this time, a group of paparazzi were squatting at the entrance of the bar. When they saw two people coming out holding hands, their eyes rushed up like a pack of green wolves, and the flashing lights were overwhelming.

The blinding flash brought Christine's sanity back to her body, she frowned, her steps stopped, and her hand with Timothy loosened involuntarily.

But it was too late to return to the bar at this time.

She sighed inwardly, exchanged a glance with Timothy, and simply clasped fingers, and got into the car under countless cameras and flashing lights.

Would Evans have noticed if they had gotten bigger?Will you be jealous?Will it...

Along the way, Christine was a little silent.

She turned her head to look out the car window without saying a word.

"what happened?"

Timothy took her hand and put it in his palm: "Still thinking about what happened just now?"

"I was wrong just now, I forgot that the paparazzi is still outside, otherwise..."

Christine shook her head and closed her eyes: "It's okay, I forgot too, it's not your fault."

"Then what are we now?" Timothy asked tentatively.

Christine paused for a moment, and the figures of Evans and Anna in the bar appeared again in his mind.

What is the relationship between them?

She suddenly felt very tired, turned her head to look at Timothy, and put her hand on his face: "We agreed at the beginning, not to talk about feelings."

Timothy also paused. He lowered his eyes, then raised them again. There was no flaw in his eyes. He smiled and said, "Well, I know."

Christine nodded, looked out of the window, and fell silent again.

The car soon arrived at Christine's house, and the two hugged and kissed as soon as they entered the house. The clothes on their bodies became less and less, and they fell on the ground one by one.

Christine kept replaying the scene in the bar in her mind, and felt an unknown fire burning in her chest. She almost tore Timothy's T-shirt off. .

"You want me, hurry up."

she says.

But at the critical moment, Christine shoved him away and ran to the nearest bathroom.

Timothy felt a chill in his chest, and his eyes gradually became clear.

The sound of Christine vomiting came, he stood up straight, picked up a coat from the ground, put it on, and walked over.

"Are you ok?"

He picked up Christine's hair and patted her bare back.

Christine pressed the flush button and turned around wearily.

Timothy picked her up and put her on the sofa: "You're not feeling well, I'll get you some hangover medicine."

"I'm sorry." Christine got off the sofa and suddenly covered her face.

Timothy paused, a little silent.

He leaned over to pick up the shirt on the ground, put it on Christine, and took her into his arms.

"You have someone you like, and that person is not me, right?"

He was no fool, he could feel Christine's absent-mindedness all night, even though she covered it up well.

Timothy probably knew who that person was in his heart, but he didn't want to say the name at all. This was his last bit of stubbornness.

"Don't use me, Christine."

Christine froze for a moment, then hugged him even tighter.

"sorry."

Timothy sighed inwardly.

"Cry if you want to."

He said.

It didn't take long for him to feel the wetness on his shoulders, and Christine hugged him tightly, the force almost pulled his waist out of bruises.

Timothy put his hands on the back of her head and smoothed her hair.

This dream is about to end before it even begins.

The author has something to say:

*Can Evans really moveon?

*Recently, I really like sweet tea, I like it so much, I like it so much that I can imagine countless movie clips of pink bubbles when I see him

*I can't wait to share my new book with you, it fills me with enthusiasm.

Therefore, "[US Entertainment] I Regret It After Talking About It" has been updated~ It is probably a story about abusing a husband for a while and chasing her husband to a crematorium.

There are Mengde, sweet tea, and Dutch brothers, all of whom are singers or actors of the new generation~

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