atypical hollywood life

Rebecca was very helpless, "You are only ten years old, there is no need to live like an antique, look at your clothes, you don't even have a short sleeve, you don't look like a child at all, you are really spoiled by Ms. Anne Education is too rigid."

Rebecca ascribed this prim old-fashioned style of dressing to the proud lady, by whom little Meg's dress was evidently greatly influenced.

Thinking of Margaret's clothes, Rebecca felt dull, always wearing clothes with long sleeves, skirts must reach the ankles, shorts and miniskirts and short-sleeved clothes will never appear on the travel list, which is simply too much. Horrible, like an eighteenth-century spinster.

"I just don't like the feeling of the sun hitting my skin directly, and I have a lot of cool clothes for loungewear."

Margaret retorted to Rebecca that she just habitually avoided the sun on her skin.Besides, in summer, she will wear very cool clothes at home.

She simply can't understand people who like to expose themselves to the sun and get spots all over their bodies. Don't they know that this can cause skin cancer?

Even if you don't get sick, what's so good about the spots all over your body?The body is fine, the freckles on the face can easily cause intensive phobia, okay?

"Okay, let's stop talking about those spoilers, shouldn't we buy some groceries?"

Rebecca asked Margaret that there was simply no consensus on this kind of topic.

"Let's talk about it when we get there. I remember that there are people taking care of it on a regular basis. There should be daily necessities, right?"

Margaret said uncertainly, to tell the truth, she has never been to Malibu.

She has lived in New York since she was a child, and occasionally goes to London when she goes out. Even in New York, she only moves within the radiation range of her family.

The home attribute is so strong that it can be solved at home, and it will never go out. Even the ingredients for the usual baking hobby are brought back by Nancy when she is doing home shopping. Not going out, so many people know that the Hughes family has a much-loved little daughter, but few people have seen her. The dead house is outrageous.

If the villa here in Malibu hadn't been filmed in Los Angeles this time, she would never have thought of it.

Although ten years have passed, she is still a little scared of the sun. She has no love for Los Angeles, a place with bright sunshine all year round. What can you expect her to know about this place?

I'm afraid she doesn't know as much about the villa above the beach in Malibu as the professional who manages the house for many years.

"If not, shall we go for a big purchase?"

Rebecca said with bright eyes that she seldom leaves New York. Having a father like Arthur is also full of sadness. She is too unfree. Now she is so happy to finally be able to come out.

"Okay."

Margaret doesn't care, now there is no omnipotent Taobao, so I can only do it myself.

"Do you know what the person who came to pick us up looks like?"

Rebecca asked Margaret after getting off the plane.

"Two o'clock direction, that tall handsome guy." Margaret answered with a frown as she glanced at the airport pick-up crowd.

At this time, the handsome guy Margaret was talking about also saw them and walked towards them quickly.

"Good afternoon, ladies."

The handsome guy said hello, took the luggage of the two with a smile, and led them out of the airport.

"Good afternoon, sir."

Margaret replied, silently following him out of the airport.

Rebecca rolled her eyes, oh, British!Even the Brits who straighten their bow ties before going into a coffin!

"We're going straight to Malibu, do you need to buy anything else? We're going to pass some shopping centers and supermarkets along the way."

After the three got into the SUV, the tall handsome man asked Margaret and Rebecca.

"No, sir, let's go straight back to Malibu. The house should be packed, right?"

Margaret and Ian Hope have a mediocre relationship, and their only recent communication is probably those video calls, questions about the placement of the property under her name, and a few occasional meetings.

However, this did not prevent her from knowing the gentleman well.

She knew that the handsome British guy who followed his wife to America was a very professional person, and that the gentleman was a gentleman.

Look at this Mr. Hope, and open the door for her and Rebecca, God knows, neither Howard nor Steve has done it!

"Call me Ian. The house has always been well maintained, and all the supporting facilities are intact. Daily necessities are fine if you have no personal hobbies. So, how are you?

"It's okay, life is going well, how about you?"

Margaret lightly omitted the recent bad things, and asked Mr. Hope.Automatically ignored his request to call her name directly.

"My wife kicked me off just now, do you think it's okay?" Hope shrugged and answered Margaret indifferently.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Margaret said coldly.

"Hey, don't be like this, honey, I know I was wrong, I admit that I was dazzled by beauty, and I followed your advice and signed a prenuptial agreement..."

"I didn't ask you to sign a prenuptial agreement, don't rely on me for everything."

Margaret said coldly, if she had known that he would come to pick him up in person, she would, uh, she couldn't do anything about it.

Hope was helpless, "Can't you forgive me?"

"Okay, not counting inflation, the supreme bottle of Chateau Cheval Blanc dry red in 1947 is 12, plus the interest and the birthday gift I prepared for Marx again in 1869 Chateau Lafite dry red 16, the total 30, I’ll forgive you if you give it back. Also, don’t call me dear, we don’t know each other that well.”

Margaret said unceremoniously that she would accept it if he dared to pay it back, and she would definitely forgive him.

Hope was about to cover his face. It was too tragic for his ex-wife to end up doing bad things.

Although he knew that the two red wines were taken out by Margaret from the wine cellar of her own home, the price was indeed the truth. What Emily did was really dishonest. He was ashamed to say that his wife, er, ex-wife did the right thing for breaking someone else's things.

The worst thing was that at that time he patronized and coaxed his girlfriend sweetly, and said a few words about Margaret, thinking that it would be fine if the little girl didn't coax, and he didn't care about her afterwards.

The truth turned out to be just the opposite. The little girl held grudges very much, and she was very accurate in seeing people, so she just threw him a word and said be careful, she was cheated out of her family property, and then slammed the door and left. Ken forgives him.

Sighing, Hope picked up a box from the passenger seat and handed it to Margaret, "Apologize, please forgive me."

Margaret curled her lips, without even stretching out her hand, the long wooden box wanted to know what was inside.But is she short of alcohol?

Not to mention that she is not of drinking age, and she has no special interest in wine. For her, the difference between Lafite and Napa only stops at the place of origin.

Her only requirement for wine is health.Besides, people who like to collect wine are no longer there, and these have no meaning to her at all.

To be honest, she hated Ian Hope's way of dealing with things. She was so fascinated by beauty that she turned against her family after a few words.

Considering that she was only an eight-year-old girl, this kind of behavior is even more annoying, especially when the beauty is not really a top-notch beauty.

Thank her for not being a real eight-year-old girl, otherwise she would have to leave a psychological shadow.

And being treated by a princess disease is simply Margaret's dark history, but Ian Hope is standing in front of him now, reminding him how annoying he is every minute.

In the final analysis, Margaret was a wayward person, and she hated it. Ian Hope was classified as a jerk by her without hesitation.

"Pre-gift, I asked a friend to help me take a picture of a set of wood, I know you like this."

Ian stopped the car on the side of the road, turned his head and said to Margaret: "I'm really sorry for saying such exaggerated words to you. I was really a jerk at that time. I seriously ask for your forgiveness. Meg, you know I'm not so bad, and I got my comeuppance."

Margaret hesitated for a moment, seeing how sincere the bastard Ian was, she reached out and took the wooden box.

When she opened the box, she recognized it at a glance—the 1945 Mouton Chateau dry red wine. There is also a bottle of the same bottle in the wine cellar at home. It was collected by Lang in the year of the victory of World War II. He has collected many famous winery products produced in the same year. .

"That's the only thing you can find on the market. I got it from a collector. You know I'm not very good at it."

Ian explained to Margaret that Lang likes to collect red wine and is also very famous at home, especially the red wine produced in the year of the victory of World War II. He almost collected it.

It's a pity that he didn't study this. His hobby is famous watches, but Margaret obviously has no enthusiasm for all kinds of famous watches, otherwise things would be much easier to handle.

Rebecca looked back and forth between one big and one small. The relationship between the two was obviously not simple, but although she was curious, it was someone else's private matter, so she didn't say anything.

On the way back to Malibu, Ian and Margaret did not talk about the past, but talked about the situation and precautions near the villa.

"Probably this is the case. No one has lived in the house since it was built. It has been vacant all the time. The style may be somewhat incompatible with other buildings, but it is very distinctive and beautiful on the whole, especially at night."

While driving up the driveway, Ian introduced the status of the villa to Margaret and Rebecca.

"Many people once wanted to buy this villa, but they were all rejected by William and Lilian. There are still a lot of buyers asking me to buy it. If you have any intention to sell, please let me know. I will Get a good price for you."

Since the villa was built, it has been favored by many wealthy people because of its unique shape and geographical location. Unfortunately, the owner of the villa does not want to sell it.

"Wow!" Rebecca exclaimed after getting off the car in front of the villa. This is really, really amazing.