Hollywood Secret Garden

After all, London in June has already entered summer, so although the sky is gloomy most of the time, there are occasional sunny days when the sun shines, and the occasional light rain adds a lot of fun, not as scary as the little girl said.

"I'm just saying it's like this most of the time, not all of the time." Faced with Jessica's inquiry, Angela, who had regained her composure with dark circles under her eyes, said so.

Although it was already afternoon when I woke up, during the free time on weekends, there were still many people walking around London with great interest, such as Jessica.

"Don't worry, Jesse, I have to make a phone call before I can be your tour guide." Angela said, asked Mr. Sparrow for a few coins, and then turned into the red telephone booth on the street.

After dialing the number, the call was connected soon, and a tired and hoarse female voice came from over there: "Who?"

Angela, who didn't hear anything, pretended to laugh sharply: "Oh, my dear little guy, I'm going to..."

However, before she finished speaking, there was already a clicking sound from the other side. Angela opened her mouth slightly and was stunned for a long time before confirming that the other party hung up the phone based on the beeping sound in her ear.

"What's going on? Did I say something wrong?" The little girl scratched her head, looked at the microphone and said depressedly.

Immediately, she dropped the coin again and dialed the number again. This time she didn't pretend to be weird, and when the call got through, she couldn't wait to ask, "Hey, Kate, what's wrong with you?"

After a moment of hesitation, the tired and hoarse female voice asked, "Who is...?"

Heck, I can't even hear my voice, what the hell happened?Angela frowned: "Kate, it's me, Angela, what happened?"

"An...Angela? Oh, I'm fine...it's fine...leave me alone..." the female voice spoke intermittently, and then hung up the phone again.

The little girl looked at the microphone again in astonishment, what happened?

"Jessie, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't go shopping with you." Coming out of the phone booth, Angela said apologetically.

"What's the matter, Angie?" Jessica asked.

The little girl sighed: "I have a friend who doesn't know what happened. I have to go and see her alone. I'm not at ease."

Jessica was silent. Of course Angela knew what she was thinking. Basically, in London, there were only a few scenes where the twins appeared at the same time, and these were the first shots. After the shooting, Jessica would first Back to Los Angeles, that is to say, at least for a long time, it is impossible for the two of them to go shopping in London together.

"Jessie, I'm sorry, let Aunt Jennifer accompany you, we will have a chance." Angela hugged Jessica and said sincerely.

"Okay, busy people, keep your word." Jessica sighed and figured it out, and hugged her back, "Be careful on the road."

Angela smiled and pinched her little nose, suddenly remembered what happened in the early morning of this morning, blushed again, and hurriedly turned to Aunt Jennifer: "Aunt Jennifer, I left Jessie to you, you must Be careful, or Mr. Alba will kill me when I get back to Los Angeles."

"Okay, little one, I know." Jennifer responded with a smile, with another message in her eyes: where are you going?

Angela shook her head lightly, then put her index finger on her lips, put on a fierce expression, and at the same time stretched out one and scratched her neck, while the housekeeper shrugged and turned her head as if saw nothing.

At this time, Sparrow had already flagged a taxi, Angela waved to the two of them, and then boarded the taxi with Mr. Manager.

"Please take us to No. 47 La Villette Street." Angela said.

"Okay, please sit down." The driver was a middle-aged uncle, slightly bald, although he agreed with his mouth, but his eyes looked at Sparrow who was sitting in the co-pilot.

"As soon as possible." Sparrow nodded.

The taxi walked through the streets and alleys. The driver was obviously a veteran and was very familiar with the distribution of the streets. He seemed to be turning around in various alleys, but he arrived at his destination very quickly, if not when he was crossing London Bridge Wait a bit, maybe it will be faster.

"Thank you." Angela got out of the car and looked up at the apartment building next to her. She came here when Kate became independent from home, and she still has some memories, but she just needs to recall it.

"Don't remember?" Mr. Sparrow, who had paid for the car, came behind her.

"Oh, no, it's just..." Angela thought for a while, a little hard to say, "I just want to go up by myself, Uncle Sparrow, I'm afraid I'll have you wait here for a while, maybe even a long time."

"It doesn't matter. I can go to the coffee shop to have a cup of coffee. It is my honor to serve you." Sparrow said with a smile, he is a very competent manager.

"Thank you, Uncle Sparrow." Angela said happily, and at the same time took out a pen and paper from her backpack, quickly wrote down a number, and then handed it to him: "What's the matter, call this number, as long as I You can find me in her house."

"Okay," Sparrow took a look, and said again: "But if you go out..."

Looking up, the little guy had disappeared. The manager shrugged: "You are really impatient." Follow him and start looking for a coffee shop.

Angela rushed to the third floor. She remembered that it should be here. After looking around, she finally confirmed that it was on the right side, and quickly stepped to the door and rang the doorbell.

Ding Dong, Ding Dong, the doorbell rang for a while but did not open the door. Angela frowned and rang the doorbell again, but there was still no response. The little guy who was a little annoyed simply pressed his finger on the doorbell and did not move.

Amidst the continuous ding dong, the closed door was finally opened, and then a rough voice roared out: "Can't you fucking let me be quiet!"

The little girl was startled, but before she could say anything, the woman in front of her shocked her again. This was an 18-year-old girl, wearing only a pair of white shorts on her lower body, her slender legs were exposed, and her upper body was A black t-shirt with some patterns printed on the chest. Although she is very fat, her beautiful body is still faintly visible. Her facial features are very delicate. She has both the characteristics of a white woman and the temperament of an oriental woman. It is a pity that her complexion Pale, with short hair like a chicken coop, it ruined her beautiful appearance.

"Are you...Angela?" The young woman finally calmed down after realizing that the person in front of the door was a little girl, then covered her forehead and looked at her for a long time before asking hesitantly.

Angela sighed, didn't speak, and walked straight in. As soon as she entered the room, a pungent smell hit her face, which made her cover her mouth and nose. The room was dark, and all the curtains All pulled up, as if the owner of the house disliked the day.

"Why... have you returned to London?" The young woman closed the door, walked to the sofa with a sense of desperation, and sank into it.

Angela took a step back and was about to answer when suddenly there was a bang from her feet, as if she had been kicked by something. She squinted her eyes and looked at the ground. After getting used to the dim light here, she was startled again. She picked up one of the soda cans on the floor and took a closer look. It turned out to be a beer can. There are at least dozens of cans all over the floor. God, how long has she lived like this? !

Bang, there was a crisp sound, and the woman actually opened another can of beer and poured it down. Angela became angry when she saw it. She didn't know what happened, but she would never tolerate the woman's self-indulgence like this.Angela immediately stepped forward and snatched the beer can. The woman glanced around in a daze, then frowned and tried to snatch it back, but the little girl had already thrown the beer can casually, and followed her to the window, swish opened the curtains.

The woman who still wanted to get the beer back couldn't stand the sudden light, she hurriedly raised her hand to block her face, and shouted angrily, "What are you doing!"

But Angela didn't answer at all, and pulled the curtains of all the windows one by one with a sullen face. The whole room was unobstructed under the bright light. It was messy, dirty, and full of garbage. cleaned.It's like a doghouse!Angela was very angry. She couldn't believe that she was so decadent. In her previous life, when she was an otaku, she never let her house be so dirty.

At this time, with a bang, the young woman began to close the curtains again, and the angry little girl immediately stepped forward and pushed her away, shouting angrily: "What's wrong with you! Look at you now, even the street You are not as good as the beggars around you, do you want everyone to see this look! Do you feel that everyone owes you!"

"Get out of here! I don't need you brat to take care of me!" the woman yelled at her angrily.

"Look at you, your level of self-care is not as good as that of a brat like me, don't you feel ashamed?!" The little guy shouted back without showing any weakness. If people who know her well-educated see her like this now, I'm afraid I can't put my chin back on again.

"Damn! This is my own business, it's none of your business! Why do you care about me!" The woman was almost hysterical, and she seemed eager to slap the little guy.

"Because I'm your sister! I treat you as my sister! OK!" Angela stared at her motionless, she was not afraid of her. When she was asked to quit smoking and help her treat her anorexia nervosa, there were many quarrels.

When the woman heard this, she was stunned suddenly, and the hand that was about to be raised was lowered. She stared blankly at the little girl, two lines of tears slowly rolled out of her eyes, and suddenly, she kicked He kicked the beer can hard, pushed all the messy things around him to the ground with a whimpering sound, and finally sat down on the sofa, burying his head between his legs and crying loudly.

Angela sighed, took off the travel bag from her body and threw it aside, then walked to the woman and knelt down, hugged her head in her arms, comforted her gently, and at the same time felt a strange feeling in her heart, it should be her Is it logical to cry in each other's arms?

"Okay, Kate, tell me what happened," the little girl said softly.

The woman in her arms sobbed, "Anji, my father... my father passed away."

The little girl couldn't help being taken aback: "Mr. Beckinsale passed away?!"