[British American Entertainment] Oops, my brain is so big!

——————— Calling him a male god seems weird ([-])—————

The first time he saw Stuart, Li Peisi clearly felt the danger hidden under his seemingly modest and harmless appearance.

And, for the original owner of Cecilia's body, a conflicted desire to protect.

It's not that Stuart is ignorant of the simple but persistent admiration of her subordinates for her. Even if she deliberately staged a lively office passion scene when she thought she hadn't been discovered, she His eyes still followed him closely.

He didn't hate it, but he didn't enjoy it either.

Only a naive woman like Cecilia would believe that all the members are gay, which is full of loopholes—although, there are indeed a few of them who are gay or take all men and women, and have nowhere to release their hearts A ferocious beast always needs a different way to vent.

As the boss of this group of mercenaries struggling back from the battlefield, Stuart basically ignored the wonderful private lives of these people.After all, he himself likes to vent some dark emotions in ways that ordinary people can't understand.

Except for Cecilia who has been in the situation.

With a delicate and pretty face of a young girl, she has a body that is much stronger than normal teenagers, and even though she is not yet six feet tall, she is already obviously proud of her outstanding height. The beginning of development has become the object of hostility of all the teenagers in this block.

Monsters, bastards.

People's gazes are either fearful or suspicious, they always loathe and fear the unknown existence for no reason, and this girl is just some unknown genetic mutations produced by some radiation in the mother's womb, but people can see Looking at her, she seemed to have seen something disgusting and disgusting. Even her only relative, her mother, couldn't bear the pressure of gossip and finally left her.

Seeing her fiercely beating up a few hooligans who wanted to touch her, but curled up in the corner and sighed long and hard, Stuart finally couldn't help himself from the alley. Came out of the shadows.

He saw the shadow of himself in her.

Standing in the slightly dim light, the first thing he felt was the girl's wary sharp eyes and the hedgehog-like posture of being fully armed for a moment.

He handed it to her like a ghost, a business card that he made out when he was bored.

Probably only this one.

"If you need work, come to me."

So she entered a completely different world in such a ignorant way, but she didn't know it at all.

It is said to be love, but in fact it is just a kind of nestling-like dependence.

Stuart glanced at the "woman" in front of him who called herself "Capanir", and hid the sharp cold light in his eyes.

A transgender person who has not yet fully transgendered, although tall enough, has a slender and soft appearance, full of very charming femininity.It's a pity that there is a kind of casualness that is completely inconsistent with the delicate and beautiful appearance in every gesture, and what's more subtle is the gaze that involuntarily follows Cecilia's every move.

The tender and lingering eyes cannot hide the scorching gaze of doting.

The sight that Stuart looked at "Capanir" became more and more elusive, but this kind of gaze with profound meaning has probably been completely misunderstood in the eyes of others.

"You like Cecilia?" Stuart didn't call her "Sally" like everyone else, but called her by her first name, with a faint smile on his lips, but this The smile never reached his dark eyes.

Li Peisi's eyes followed the voice and looked at him. First, he was obviously on guard, and then with a serious face, he admitted very simply: "Yes, that's right."

The curvature of the corner of Stuart's mouth softened a bit, and a trace of condensation flashed in his eyes quickly: "Are you serious? A 'man' who is still taking estrogen?"

Hearing his words, Li Peisi remembered that this body was not his own, but was written in the script of "Hormones Obsession", who was destined to fall in love with a soldier, and ended in tragedy. ·Adams.

The hesitation in his eyes was obviously misunderstood by Stuart as uncertainty and cowardice about this relationship. Stuart showed a mocking sneer, but such an aggressive smile made his stern face look beautiful and seductive. a bit.

He leaned closer and said in a low voice: "Don't make him sad, otherwise you won't want to know the consequences."

There was a faint bit of irrepressible malice in his deep eyes, but it was enough to send chills down the spine.

This also made Li Peisi face-to-face for the first time to realize that just some inadvertent missteps, they may change these people living in another world, that completely different life.

And he didn't have enough courage and extra impulse to disrupt Kapanier's life.

At this time, he was almost eager to return to the real world, so he found Cecilia immediately, rushed to her, and told her face to face: He loves her.

yes love.

I don't know when it started, but I have a clear understanding for the first time at this moment.

But he was afraid for no reason, afraid that there would be no her in the world that belonged to him.

He moved the corner of his mouth somewhat reluctantly, but his honey-like sweet and affectionate eyes were full of bitterness.

He softened his voice and tried to be as tactful as possible: "I think you misunderstood, we are just friends."

Stuart showed a satisfied smile, and immediately cast his gaze that softened a lot behind him——

Cecilia, who couldn't believe it, parted her red lips slightly, and her amber eyes showed a look of shock. The remnant of the setting sun shone the dim yellow light on her face without makeup. The fluff is clearly reflected.

Li Pei suddenly felt dizzy. Although he didn't know why he had to explain, he couldn't help calling out her name: "Cecilia, listen to me..."

"I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen!" Cecilia quickly interrupted him, and said angrily: "I always thought you were straight, but I never thought that you like this type !"

She pointed at Stuart beside her with one hand, and she didn't even know the reason, but she felt sore in her heart, so bored that she couldn't breathe.

The party pointed at just stood there leisurely, as if all this could not make the smile on his face a little less, but seemed to be happy to see it.

Tom tugged Jerry beside him, lowered his voice and said in his ear: "Does the boss feel hairy all the time laughing like this? In contrast, I'm still used to his expressionless face."

Jerry nodded cautiously but very quickly, and received a warning sight from Stuart who seemed to be aware of it.

The other party who was misunderstood could only sigh helplessly: "Cecilia, it's really not what you think, I'm not gay."

How can a manly man in my big Texas be gay!Definitely a straight guy who can't be straighter and rougher than he is!

Li Peisi, who was thinking this way, accidentally spotted Tom and Jerry, who were said to be a pair of homosexuals. They couldn't help being more powerful and rough than their current self and their real self, and they didn't have any pussy and feminine attributes. It's a little bit greener.

But Cecilia only looked at him suspiciously, and didn't speak.

He rubbed his swollen forehead, took Cecilia's hand and said, "Come with me."

Cecilia let him move meekly.

Tom and Jerry who stayed behind looked at each other, and turned their eyes to Stuart, who looked gloomy but didn't stop him.

"Eat red deer at night." He said lightly.

Stuart paused, then ordered in a low voice: "Besides, you two will follow Cecilia and this Kapanier yourself."

Jerry looked serious, staring and asked: "Does he have a problem?"

Stuart pursed his lips, turned around as if talking to himself: "I hope, they, I think too much..."

The remaining two looked at each other and followed immediately.

Although I was misunderstood as gay not once or twice, but the first time I was misunderstood by a woman I liked was drunk.

He took Cecilia's hand and walked silently all the way to a relatively secluded corner under a tree.

Before letting go of her hand, the moment he turned his head, he saw the gleaming tears in the corner of her eyes first. He panicked and asked quickly, "What's wrong with you?"

Cecilia shook off his hand, quickly lowered her head, and fiddled with the hem of her clothes with the only thin white finger in her whole body, not intending to answer.

He gently held her face in his arms, clearly seeing the teardrops flickering in her red eyes, finally heaved a long sigh, and silently embraced her in his arms.

In the last rays of the setting sun, the tall and slender "woman" and the slightly shorter but muscular "man" quietly embrace each other, but they still have a strange but harmonious picture.

Cecilia, who was embraced by him, blinked in surprise. He seemed to be able to easily heal the disappointment she felt when she thought that she would not only compete with women for men, but also with men for men.

She sobbed and said, "Even if you sacrifice your appearance like this, we can't be good sisters!"

And he helplessly rubbed her little head, which she didn't know what to think about all day, and said with a smile: "You really think too much, I'm really not gay."

His warm breath sprayed on Cecilia's earlobe, and her low and magnetic sexy voice made her tremble uncontrollably.

I'm going to die, my ears are going to be pregnant!

Giving up her resistance, she buried her hot face into his arms, thinking wildly:

It would be a pity for such a person to engage in foundation.

At the very least, let me help him grow a mountain of flowers and fruits first.

———————The downcast pianist and the ascetic pretty widow ([-])—————

One second I was leaning against his arms with red cheeks and I was screaming and running in the realm of the soul, and the next second the scene in front of me switched rapidly as if fast-forwarding, but in the blink of an eye, I had already changed from the green grass An idyllic ranch transformed into a sophisticated bedroom with luxurious furnishings.

I am sitting in front of the Baroque-style embossed dressing table, the morning light pours in gently through the translucent lace curtains, and the mirror surface that has been wiped spotlessly reflects the figure of "I" clearly:

A head of thick, dark brown, crow-colored hair was meticulously curled and tied behind his head. There were no bangs, but a pale and thin face was revealed. Under the curved eyebrows, there were eyes as silent as a deep pool of water. , but there are haggard shadows under the eyes.Wearing a black satin close-fitting long dress of excellent texture, and a pair of lace gloves of the same color on her hands, without any extra decorations, she fully revealed her quiet and somewhat melancholic temperament.

This is a woman whose spiritual world is full of loneliness and misery even though her life is rich, her eyes are full of sadness.

I sat quietly for a while, and did not receive the general memory of the original owner as usual, so I had to open the two letters on the dressing table, hoping to find some clues about the identity.

Dear Madam:

Please allow me to offer my deepest condolences and forgive my missed appointments.My son Phil had already told me the sad news, and I was not invited to visit for fear of disturbing it.Mr. Chaplin was a generous and kind man during his lifetime. His beautiful character and talent are so touching. He always brings many smiles and touches to people, and he would certainly not want to see you indulging in sorrow in heaven. among.

In winter, my wife Isabella will return to London, and she is eager to see your beautiful smile again.

If you wish, we will come to your mansion on the first Sunday of the next month to bother you.

Dear Madam, please accept our family's most sincere affection.

Franklin Goldman

The other one was an invitation letter with much simpler wording, and Mrs. Chaplin was written in beautiful cursive script on the envelope.

Dear Madam:

It is a great honor to invite you to the afternoon tea salon held at s□□oy this Thursday, when we will present the new products of mimi company this season, designed by Joe Bloomfield, and other new products of the season.

Sincerely look forward to your arrival.

Idisa Dibari

Through these two letters, I have drawn three conclusions: First, I am a rich widow who is widowed at a young age.Two, I'm a fashionista on the cutting edge.Three, I am probably not in the modern society of the 21st century.

This last point is further evidenced by the poor packaging of retro cosmetics on the vanity table.

I picked up the makeup brush, and while gently brushing the blush on my cheeks, I was filtering the films that the male god acted in in my mind.

"Lincoln", "The Countess", "Star Assistant"...

Wait, one of the boyfriends of the heroine Delicia Lavers in "Star Assistant" seems to be named Phil Goldman?

I took out the first letter and looked at it carefully. I can basically confirm that this letter is the male supporting actor who looks more like a son-in-law even though he is the theater manager. He was only mentioned in the movie but never appeared. From my father.

As for why I am particularly impressed by this name, it is probably because there are two characters in this movie who have collided with other characters of the male god. What would happen if Phil and Mr. Qiao from "The Pentium Era" crossed over to them together... Ahem, this brain hole is also blown.

After putting on blush and carefully blending brown eyeliner at the base of the eyelashes, I feel that the person in the mirror no longer looks so unhappy, but has some fresh looks and this young man in his early twenties should Some are angry.

I checked the calendar, today is exactly Wednesday, so if I remember correctly, the plot should not have started yet, so the poor garbled gentleman is probably still squatting in the prison miserably at this time, waiting to be released today after serving his sentence , seems to be because the original owner—the pianist boyfriend Michael who is obsessed with the heroine Desilia, robbed a jewelry store in order to propose to the goddess in his heart?

This kind of plot really makes me raise the torch in my heart and burn it cool and unrestrained.

Just when I was seriously thinking about whether to have sex with the heroine Delicia, the little bitch who is still on three boats, there were three gentle and regular knocks on the door of the bedroom. The middle-aged female voice said: "Ma'am, the thief who was caught in your jewelry store last time will be released after serving his sentence in an hour. Mr. Claire called to ask if he needs to teach him another lesson that will last a lifetime."

wtf?Could it be that this is the hard work of the male god who robbed the jewelry store just for the sake of a confidante's smile, but then turned around and found that not only was he not the heroine who was proposed, but also the jewelry that was robbed and reduced to the background board owner?

This is a lot of information, I want Jing Jing, don't ask me who Jing Jing is.

Probably because I didn't make a sound for a long time, the person outside the door asked again: "Ma'am?"

I quickly cleared my throat, imitating King Se's tone and said lightly: "Help me prepare the car, I want to see this madman who dares to covet those jewels in person."

A calm answer came from outside the door: "Okay, my esteemed madam."

Didn't get asked why, figured the guy outside was supposed to be a well-trained housekeeper or something.

Hearing the regular footsteps of someone leaving and deliberately lightening from outside, I let out a long sigh of relief.

But now here comes the problem, if I wait a while and get along with that suspected butler outside, will I be in trouble if I can't even pronounce her name?

Sure enough, I should find a chance to flick my tail to pick up the male god and elope, ahem, to be alone.

I chose a fairly simple mink coat from the cloakroom, put on a felt top hat decorated with a few pieces of translucent black gauze, and put on a dab of red lipstick, which seemed a little abstinent Pretty widow meaning.

Today, I also want to praise my incomparable beauty!

With a smile on my lips, I blew a kiss to myself in the big dressing mirror, picked up a small handbag and set off.

When I walked down the winding stairs, I saw the housekeeper in a long black dress at first sight. She looked a little serious and rigid, but her back was straight, and her standing posture was bigger than I used to be. A certain etiquette teacher I met was even more dignified.

Calm down, be calm.

At this moment, you are not Cecilia, you are His Majesty Thranduil, who is full of aristocratic style, proud and extremely elegant.

I imitated the appearance of King Se in my memory, and nodded to her lightly.

There was no doubt in her eyes when she looked at me, but a slightly relieved look for some reason.

I blinked my eyes, a little puzzled, but didn't ask aloud.Ask more questions, this time I can finally be a quiet and beautiful girl—oh no, it’s a beauty/young/wife.

She seemed to try her best to soften her voice, and while leading me out, she said: "You can show your smile again, and you can comfort the spirit of the master and the master more than anything else."

As he spoke, he closed the car door intimately for me, and waved to me with a smile.

I saw her still standing there from the rearview mirror of the car, and touched her upturned nose innocently.

Probably because my lipstick color was too bright, which made her mistakenly think that I was in love.

But there are Mr. and Mr., which one is "my" husband with pigtails.

I silently slandered, but in the next moment I received the scattered memory images of this body:

When I was young, I was carefree and protected by my father. When I was a girl, I fell in love with a down-and-out but talented painter without hesitation. I found out that the husband of the painter who was funded by himself was dating a little actress. Despair and humiliation, as well as the most colorful memory belonging to her father - the tall mountain figure she thought would always protect her from the wind and rain, but fell unexpectedly after she insisted on marrying a sweetheart, Then died soon after.

Until his death, he never saw his daughter again.

Just left enough property, and a shrewd lawyer and loyal housekeeper to take care of it all.

After recovering from these pictures, I can't help feeling empathy. After all, although it is a very short and trivial fragment, it is so real that it seems to happen in front of my eyes every time.

She actually regretted it, but the person who could accept her regret was long gone.

I pursed my lips, trying to pull out a habitual smile, but found that the sourness in my chest prevented me from doing it at all.

What to do, I feel like crying.

At this time, I found that I was extremely missing the safe embrace that had just left for an hour, the clear and powerful heartbeat in his chest, and the slightly rough big hands caressing me. cheek temperature.

And what I miss the most is his warm smile that slowly raised the corners of his lips, as if he could heal all the grief in my heart.

I was taken aback by my unconscious dissociated thoughts, and my mind was full of that person's smiles, which were as clear as a 360-degree live broadcast with no dead ends.

But I know so clearly that he is not "he", not the Lee Pace that I am passionately obsessed with, I have never even learned what kind of person he really is, and his name is just unknown.

But this happy heart was beating so joyously for him.

I put my palm gently on my chest, feeling the fiery temperature inside that seemed to burn me.

"Here we are, ma'am." The driver saw my strangeness in the rearview mirror, "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine, I can't be better..."

Looking at the tall figure walking out of the prison not far away, my voice was as soft as a murmur.

—————The Desolate Pianist and the Ascetic Widow ([-])—————

He was wearing a black coat, a gray felt hat, and a plaid scarf around his neck that was already not very good in texture. He was holding a package wrapped in kraft paper in his hand, and he looked embarrassed. Extremely.

Then the next thing is that he bumps into another heroine, the newly unemployed and currently destitute Gwenello Pattyrus.

I took out the small mirror I carried with me from my handbag and took a look at the makeup on my face, then ordered Chaplin—it should be said that the driver of the Mendes family left first, and then Shi Shiran got out of the car.

How come there is an illusion of carefully preparing to go on a date?

I thought silently, seeing that he was about to bump into Gwynello and helped her first, avoiding the tragedy of her spilling luggage all over the floor, but Gwynello was still caught by his surprised eyes just like the plot. The "thief" who had just been released from the prison was so frightened that he fled without looking back.

I suppressed a smile and walked up to him: "Hi."

He was pressing the gray felt hat on his head with one hand and holding the package in the other. He raised his eyes and looked at me. The eyes that were as bright as a smile burst out with a very obvious look of joy and amazement.

He took a step forward, as if he wanted to give me a long-lost hug, but he might have stopped because of the package in his hand and the overly delicate clothes on me, so he just smiled helplessly and asked :"How will you be here?"

I couldn't help but smiled, and said, "Of course it's to give you, a poor man who loves crazy monsters, the kind greetings from the free world as soon as possible, although the original owner of my body was the one who got you in."

I won't tell you how clearly I remember the opening scene of "Star Assistant" as a fanboy.

hum.

He raised his hand, as if he wanted to rub my head, but seeing the hat I was wearing, he had to transfer the object of venting his anger to my face, and squeezed it lightly before he gave up.

He took my hand naturally, and asked as he walked, "London in the 30s, is there anything you want to see?"

"Walk well, hold back your hands and feet!" I ruthlessly broke free from his big hand holding me, but I couldn't help showing a little pink heat on my cheeks.Turning my face away, pretending not to look at his gentle eyebrows that seemed to glow, I said: "D-Of course I must go shopping!"

In the nearly gloomy life of the original owner, the only remaining fun is to buy, buy, buy, so this is not considered an OOC.

"Okay, okay, I don't move my hands or feet." The warm palm was transferred to the waist, and the hot temperature like fire could be felt through the fur coat.He whispered into my ear as if joking, "Is this the second thing?"

I held my breath and glared at him, and couldn't help pinching his apple muscles that became more obvious when he laughed: "Of course not, and don't discharge me!"

The hand that was just about to be pulled away was caught by him first. He rubbed my palm with the short stubble on his chin, stared at me with a pair of charming eyes, and asked very seriously: " So who do you want me to discharge?"

"I, I, I..." I held my breath involuntarily, stuttering so hard that I couldn't speak a complete sentence.

Holy Mother Mary of God Jesus, oh my god, I'm going to be blown up by this hormonal erupting man in front of me!

But now that I was grabbed by him, I have no way to run around to extinguish the fire. I can only see my heartbeat speeding up, my eyes blurred, and my cheeks flushed.

God, God, I feel like I can't close my legs at all now, why did he suddenly transform from a weak and beautiful woman with a delicate waist and soft waist to a domineering president, evil and crazy, I can't resist this style of painting at all Ahhh!

He smiled slightly, and his magnetic voice almost fertilized my ears: "Well, for you, as you wish."

After speaking, there was another burst of hopelessly sexy deep laughter, which rang close to my ears.

Help, is this guy trying to release all the male hormones that I had no use for yesterday?I seem to have gotten the truth by accident...

I tried my best to resist the urge to fall into his arms, straightened my flushed face and said, "Second thing, I want to ask you a question, answer it seriously!"

He pursed his lips slightly, and replied with a smile: "Okay, I must answer seriously."

"Are you gay?" I asked very seriously. The way he looked at Stuart intently last time left a deep impression on me, although I have always been impressed by my sixth sense of identifying straight men every minute Howe, but unexpectedly because of him, he became a little uncertain.

As if he heard something very funny, he just laughed at me, and he stopped when I almost couldn't help but slap his handsome face that was always grinning.

He put the things in his hand on the ground, gently pressed my shoulders with both hands, and looked into my eyes seriously: "Why do you think I might be gay?"

The sincere eyes under those thick eyebrows shone like the most touching gems in the world, so beautiful that they almost drowned me in them.

His thin lips moved silently.

In the next second, a gentle kiss fell on my lips, and I withdrew before I could react.

He said softly, "Cecilia, I think I have to tell you—I'm in love with you."

What, what, what? !

In this case, I should be feeling #happycometooquicklyliketornado#, or frantically swiping the screen in my heart#My male ticket confessed to me with the face of my male god, what should I do next?Wait online, hurry up! #.

As if he still thought my heart was not violent enough, he looked straight at me with those tender eyes that were so sweet that it almost melted my heart, and then asked: "What about you? Do you like me at all? "

I subconsciously covered my chest to prevent my fast-beating heart from jumping out. I really felt that the person in front of me was Tom Su from Tom Su!His stunts are so scary, I'm melting qaq

Seeing that I didn't answer for a long time, he probably misunderstood something. He lowered his eyes a little lonely, and the tenderness between his brows and eyes was almost immediately covered with deep worry. The bitterness made me jump My heart also clenched tightly.

Yaoshou, do your family members know that you are so sullen?My emotions follow your expression completely uncontrollably, it's just magical.

But I still haven't figured out whether I love the male god skin on you as always, or I fell in love with you wearing the male god skin after empathizing with each other. I don't know if I change my face. I don't have the courage to say love.

I fantasized for a while that the face of another popular male star gave me the same expression, but my body shivered honestly.

Even though Su was not good enough, it seemed that the feeling that his soul was about to be dragged away suddenly disappeared.

I frowned in distress and said bluntly, "I'm sorry..."

His bright eyes suddenly darkened, extremely bitter.

"Although I admit that I have different feelings for you, I really don't know if I will still feel the same as now when I meet you who look different when I return to reality—" He took a breath and said, obviously feeling his hand on my shoulder tightened suddenly.After a pause, I lowered my head and bit my lower lip, slowly exhaled the turbid air in my chest, and then continued softly: "I'm afraid that I feel this way just because you now have the same appearance as the male god in my heart. An illusion, really."

After finishing speaking, I cautiously raised my eyes to see his expression, feeling a little hesitant in my heart.

But the eyes he looked at me with his head slightly lowered were so gentle, like the white water splashes splashed by the blue waves on the scorching sun, with the blazing temperature of the sun, but like sea water The clarity is boundless, comforting my restless heart inch by inch.

He said softly: "No, no, I believe in you, and I also believe in my own feelings."

As he spoke, he hugged me naturally, as if he had practiced thousands of times beforehand.Different from yesterday's embrace full of comfort, this time I clearly felt the lingering thoughts that filled his heart like mine, winding like thousands of gorgeous fireworks going off in it.

He gently stroked my cheek with the curvature of his chin, and the untrimmed stubble stuck on my face, making it itchy.

At this time, what I think in my heart is: Mamma Mia, it’s a good thing that sister is born beautiful today and didn’t put on too much powder, otherwise his stubble will be full of fan powder. The picture is so beautiful that I really dare not look at it...

His mellow voice lingered in my ears, and I heard him say: "Thank you for loving me so much, I am very touched."

Nani Nani?When did I say I love you?I'm just telling you very reservedly that I probably have feelings for you, but I don't know if this is an emotional transfer caused by your male god's body, you, don't make up your mind like this!Otherwise, what if it's really just my illusion after our face-to-face interview?Can I still apply for an unreasonable return at that time?

As if sensing that I was complaining silently in my heart, he let me go with a smile, nodded my nose, and said, "Don't think too much, anyway, you will know that I am right when the time comes."

You, you think too much!You superficial brain tonic emperor!Kill you!

I blushed, and let him hold my hand while walking on the streets of London. I really felt that this man was definitely a Tom Sue through and through.