After becoming a god on earth, I always want to lie down

Amid unprecedented fear, she woke up and forced her eyes open. The meeting was still going on. Only Feng Liancheng and Chen Yushu, who were closest to her, noticed her strangeness and leaned over to look at her with concern.

Great, everything is fine!

A huge joy filled her heart, and her tense heart relaxed slightly.

But how long can it be normal? She asked herself, if His little reminder makes you exhausted and almost exposes your abnormality in public, how long can you hold on?

We need to deal with him as soon as possible, but what should we do?

With such a mysterious being that completely dominated her feelings, she felt at a loss as to what to do.

At least, the problem of the source of life must be solved first, otherwise...

A chill ran up her spine. She was like a beetle falling into rosin, struggling desperately, but it only made the rosin wrap tighter.

"Yang Yi, what's wrong with you? Why are you looking so pale? There's sweat on your forehead..." Feng Liancheng leaned forward and asked anxiously in a lowered voice.

Chen Yushu also frowned and looked at her with a concerned look on his face. Wei Changan, who was sitting next to him, also noticed the movement and looked over.

Even Director Zhou turned to look this way.

"It's okay, my stomach doesn't feel right..." Yang Yi said. At this moment, she realized that her voice was hoarse, as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper.

"How could this happen? Is it poisoning? Could it be..." Feng Liancheng's always enthusiastic face immediately turned serious, as if facing a formidable enemy, "Which force did this... Could it be..." He was about to get up and go there immediately. Director Zhou from the front reported.

"No!" Yang Yi pressed him down with telekinesis, "Calm down! It's not poisoning, it's..." She became silent for a moment, then said calmly: "My aunt is here, suffering from menstrual cramps."

Feng Liancheng breathed a sigh of relief, "That's it, it scared me!" He said and sat upright. Chen Yushu was a little embarrassed and looked back.

"It's not easy to buy brown sugar in Aka..." Feng Liancheng opened the map on his mobile phone and started to search, "I'll see if there is any Chinese Super League nearby. If not, it would be good to drink some hot drinks with sugar - in my opinion, they are actually all It’s almost the same, but my girlfriend always thinks there’s a big difference…”

Yang Yi felt a little warmth in her heart, and used her mind power to hold her weak body upright. She cleared her throat to make her voice less hoarse: "It's really not that big of a difference. Don't buy brown sugar. Just drink some hot drinks during the break... …”

"I found it. There is a Chinese Super League nearby. I will go there after the meeting at noon." Feng Liancheng checked the route. "Girls should drink some brown sugar at this time, even if it is for psychological effects."

Yang Yi said nothing and accepted his kindness.

The morning meeting was finally over, and Yang Yi used her mental strength to push herself back to her hotel room. As soon as she entered, she lost all her strength and sat on the sofa to catch her breath.

After a few minutes, his body seemed to have regained some strength. He used his mind to take off his clothes that were soaked in cold sweat and air-dried. He turned on the bathtub and put in hot water. Yang Yi threw himself into the bathtub.

She stared blankly at the ceiling light in the bathroom. Except for the sound of running water, the bathroom was extremely silent.

Suddenly, a text message rang, and the phone flew in front of her. Yang Yi opened her eyes tiredly and took a look.

"When do you get off work? [Smiley face] I really want to see you right away!" It was Chris' text message.

The content is simple and direct, with no twists and turns, and a sense of pure expectation.

She had no intention of guessing at the moment, and this method of communication was just right. Yang Yi's mood improved a little.

She thought for a while and then edited: "Where do you live? Send me your location."

The person opposite quickly sent me the location, and it was the penthouse suite of the Elro Hotel.

Yang Yi raised his eyebrows, top floor? Is this deliberately creating opportunities for me? Or create opportunities for him?

"Wait for me. I'll fly over to you after get off work." Yang Yi edited. Suddenly, she felt that it was too much to take the initiative to send her to her door... But asking him to pick her up at the hotel in a car, didn't she want to make a statement? Two people in the world are dating? With their current popularity, they will definitely cause a global discussion, which almost scares her.

If the relationship between the two is not announced for the time being and must be kept secret, then Yang Yi must be the most convenient among the two. After all, she can fly.

"Then I have to get ready quickly! [Laughs]" Chris wrote back.

Yang Yi smiled and put the phone next to him. The water in the bathtub surged and flowed through her body as if alive, massaging her limp body. The shower gel and shampoo also opened their lids on their own, creating many bubbles on her body.

After bathing, the new clothes in the suitcase flew over and were put on her body. She came to the mirror and looked at her face. After being soaked in hot water, her face looked much better, with some color and she didn't look so weak.

Her stomach was empty and twitching from time to time. This feeling had been with her for many days, and she expected it would be with her for a long time in the future.

She said to herself: You should get used to it, just like people should.

The girl in the mirror is tall and slender, with long hair hanging down to her shoulders. Her face is cold, her expression is indifferent, and her eyes are as dark as ink.

She looked at the figure in the mirror and thought faintly: What does he like about you? Such a plain face? Such a washboard figure? Such a dull expression lacking in vividness?

Still like your psycho? Split personality?

She sneered secretly.

who cares! A sapphire that you couldn't afford even with all your wealth is now about to be obtained. As long as you can get it, you don't care what this gem is thinking about.

Whether a piece of cake is delicious and sweet or tastes like shit, you have to taste it.

She stretched out her hand to push up the corners of her tight mouth, put a polite smile on her face, turned around and walked out of the guest room, rushing to the next meeting.

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Chris jumped up from the sofa, "What time is it now? How long is it until get off work? By the way, when will she get off work?" He then realized that he hadn't asked clearly just now. He was a little annoyed. She must have gone to the meeting again now. Damn it, why did the United Nations only give so little rest time?

He walked around in circles, and then he remembered that he wanted to inform the suite butler to prepare a dinner, which would be delivered to the living room of his suite in the evening. He wanted lots of roses, champagne, and candles... After the notification was over, he thought again, Is this too cliché? Does she really like this?

But if you don’t prepare for this, what are you prepared for? He had hardly thought about these before, because no matter what he prepared, the other party was usually very happy...

She is different, she is different - a voice echoed in his heart.

But what was the difference? He wanted to analyze it carefully, but the time on the phone screen was like a reminder. There were only four hours left. Maybe her meeting would end early? Then time will be even tighter, it’s too late, it’s too late! Hurry up and get ready!

By the way, she likes orange flavor - why would she think I was orange flavored? This question has troubled him for many days - a woman has unique emotional expectations for a person she has never met. This may be due to the projection of her own feelings... What is the meaning of the smell of orange in her heart?

Chris came to the outer room. On the long black sink, the suite butler neatly arranged his toiletries and several bottles of citrus-scented perfumes: Hermès "Mediterranean Garden", Dior "Fresh Water", CK "Only", Hermes "Black Lemon Cologne"...

He had tried incense before coming, and finally he chose "Mediterranean Garden". The top notes are orange and bergamot, the middle notes are orange blossom and oleander, and the base notes are cypress, fig leaf, musk, juniper and pistachio. , a cool aquatic floral fragrance, a mature and gentle encounter between citrus notes and green oleander.

Is this the orange flavor she was talking about? Or real oranges?

Does she like suits? Or casual wear? Is it more serious or more relaxed? Chris stood in front of the cloakroom, looking around and thinking.

She probably prefers men wearing formal clothes. Judging from her reaction when he sent photos several times, her reaction was relatively dull when he was wearing casual clothes or simply taking cooler photos by the pool; and every time he was wearing a full suit or uniform and was tightly wrapped , her response was more enthusiastic - usually women who like this type of style subconsciously like a sense of restraint, a kind of self-restraint after understanding true desires...

While Chris was analyzing silently, he took out a more solemn British three-piece suit from the wardrobe.

He almost instinctively uses all the knowledge he has learned to analyze Yang Yi. He likes to plan in advance and does not like to fight unprepared battles. After getting each role, he will analyze the character's deep psychology and behavioral logic, even if it is just a commercial movie role without depth. Since he decided to be an actor, he vowed to stand at the top of this industry. For this reason, in addition to the necessary actor courses, he also taught himself psychology, micro-expression science, behavior analysis, etc.

It's not difficult to be an actor with his appearance, it's not difficult to get roles, it's not difficult to reach the top of the industry, it's not difficult to become an influential commercial star - he is now, but... a real actor , rather than a commercial star... Reaching the pinnacle of an actor requires talent and spirituality...

He thought of his predecessor Lewis, who has been nominated for 12 Oscars and won three statuettes. He has a unique ability. Almost every character has nothing in common with him. He can completely transform himself into the character. Forgot that he existed. There is no doubt that this is a talent, a spirituality that only the best actors have.

He envied this talent.

Film critics' unkind comments about him emerged involuntarily, "He has nothing but handsomeness", "Every character he plays has his own shadow, and sometimes you can't even tell the difference between them", "His The crying scene is beautiful and makes people feel heartbroken for him - but not for the character"...

Damn it, why did he think of this again? Their meanness is aimed at all actors. Even Lewis has been viciously evaluated by them. You should stay calm and abandon these negative comments. The valuable ones can urge you to improve, but those who are completely vicious You should throw away all negative comments that are used to attract people's attention and do not affect your emotions...

Chris came to his senses, took off his clothes and walked into the bathroom.

Under the gurgling water of the shower, a thought suddenly occurred to him: Will she like the real me?

He knew that what she actually liked was an artificially designed image, a persona created by his company for him, a product concept, an illusory phantom, rather than the real him.

Just like all fans who are obsessed with their idols.

But the closer almost all fans get to their idols, the easier it is for that illusory bubble to burst. The more perfect the imagination is, the greater the gap between the real person in reality and the fantasy.

And when he communicates with her remotely these days, he is almost showing his best side - everyone wants to show their best side in front of the person they love.

Would the real him not be good enough to meet her expectations of an imaginary idol? Will he slowly lose his attraction to her when they meet for the second time, as the two get closer, as the sense of reality increases, and the illusory star shine fades?

Could it be that after she got to know him, she would gradually become disappointed? Will you find that under this beautiful skin, there is nothing more than that? When the haze of psychedelic beauty dissipated from his body, all that remained was an ordinary human male.

Yes, this is the process of disillusionment for most fans after getting close to their idols.

After taking a shower with such a worry about gain and loss, he suddenly realized that he had lost the casualness that came easily to love. He was not a young boy. He had had several serious love experiences, but every time He has been in the initiative every time, and has never been so panicked - this is usually the other person's mentality. Sometimes he will comfort his girlfriend and make the other person feel at ease, but sometimes he will despicably enjoy the feeling of completely controlling the other person. .

Love is easy for him to get, and those who get it too easily will not cherish it too much.

Something is different this time.

He seemed to see a meteor that accidentally hit a star. It completely lost its direction and was attracted by the brilliant flames of the star. It rushed away with a desperate and unrepentant attitude, even if it only ended up hitting the star. There was a small spark.

This almost frightened him. He straightened his body instinctively, and the hairs on his body stood on end. A shiver made him shiver, as if he was being watched by an enemy lurking in the dark.

The instinct of self-preservation made him immediately alert, and he felt like he was on a battlefield.

Yes, this is a war. You cannot lose morale before the battle begins, otherwise you will definitely lose.

He has never lost emotionally, and he was born with the ability to dominate women - even if he never deliberately exercised this power.

He has always been a king, he has never known submission, and he is not prepared to become a slave.

Quickly putting on the British three-piece suit and matching shoes and socks, he went to the mirror, put on hairspray, and combed his brown-black hair back. Looking at the figure in the mirror, he was ready to find some flaws in him and correct them to perfection.

Finally, he just smiled, a confident smile.

Great, she will like it.

He put on his shirt and was ready for the battlefield.

Collect all the enemy's information, analyze it comprehensively, attack them one by one, and occupy the enemy country. This will be the hardest and greatest battle in his life.

He walked out of the room and came to the exclusive terrace swimming pool. The Elro International Hotel was the tallest building nearby. He could easily see the orange-red sun slowly sinking into the horizon in the distance.

It's going to be dark soon, and the battle is about to begin.