Euthanasia

Even though the next day was a weekend, and Liu Zhiwei's unexpected failure to come back made Xu Ting have no other work, Xu Ting's biological clock still made him wake up at seven o'clock in the morning.In the first 3 minutes of waking up, Xu Ting used all his restraint to recall what happened before going to bed last night.

Then he got up and dressed normally, opened the locked bedroom door, and walked into the living room.

The drunk in the living room was gone, and sitting there was a beast in a suit and leather shoes.The other party took a shower, his hair was half wet, and he brushed it to the back of his head, the smell of alcohol and all the dirt on his body disappeared instantly.What he was wearing was obviously not last night's clothes, but Xu Ting's best suit.

There was a "ding" sound from the kitchen when the bread was finished baking.

Sitting on the sofa as if the filthy alcoholic last night was not his man, he crossed his legs, took a sip of the hot coffee in his hand, and said to Xu Ting who appeared by his side who was brewing with anger, "Morning. "

"...Good morning, your mother." Xu Ting held back a few words.

"It's not good to say anything, I have to say our mother." Wishing put down the coffee naturally, stood up, and walked into the kitchen, "Why don't you even have a tomato, eat more tomatoes, melatonin."

He took the toast out of the machine, spread the fried eggs and lettuce and ham on it, sandwiched it into a sandwich, cut everything into two, and handed half to Xu Ting.

Xu Ting picked it up and said coldly after taking a bite, "How did you get into my house?"

"You forgot who owns this real estate." Wishing began to fry a second egg, "Hua Xiao gave me an entire building when he was speculating on real estate. If it weren't for me, would you have gotten such a cheap price— —”

"Shut up." Xu Ting took another bite of the sandwich viciously.

Wishing poured the second half-cooked egg on the other two slices of bread: "I told the property manager that I am your brother, and I forgot the key, so let me come in."

Wishing is two or three centimeters taller than Xu Ting, and Xu Ting's suit fits him too well, so he wears a Korean-style short nine-point suit on Wishing.When he spoke, Xu Ting naturally felt that he was making trouble for no reason.

Xu Ting put all the food in his hand into his mouth, and said, "Leave my clothes, you can go." He had just finished speaking, and Xu Ting stuffed him with half a sandwich again, and Xu Ting went smoothly He took it and poured himself a cup of coffee.

Wishing naturally handed him a sugar bag, threw the pot into the sink, walked towards the living room with half of his sandwich in his mouth, and said, "Leave in a while, skipping work for an hour."

He stood and finished the coffee in the living room, and stretched out his hand to Xu Ting: "Where's my bag?"

Xu Ting picked up his bag from the corner and threw it to him casually: "Are you going to discover twice as many new IPs next year?"

Wishing and snorting at him: "You have already started to open up overseas battlefields, and I am not allowed to expand my production value."

Xu Ting pursed his lips and stared at making a wish.He knew that since Wishing had visited his study, he must have seen many of his plans.

"Hua Xiao's contract is coming up, isn't it? When Hua Xiao retires, I'll see how you can continue to be a gold broker." Xu Ting said coldly and unceremoniously.

"Hey, don't worry, if I can bring out one actor, I can bring out the second one," Wishing raised the corner of his mouth, "And who told you that he will retire when the contract is up?"

Xu Ting frowned: "He said..."

"It was then, and now is now." Wishing also threw the finished mug into the sink, "He renewed his contract. And I have a new seedling—not worse than the one you have."

Xu Ting gritted his teeth, and began to think about the recent news about Hua Xiao and Wishing.Hua Xiao is the artist who made Wishing become famous in the first battle and became a gold medal agent. He won awards all the way when he debuted, won the trophies softly, and finally became the best actor.But there were too many unknown hardships in the seemingly smooth process, Xu Ting knew all about it.

Hua Xiao once said that as soon as the contract between him and Wishing expires, he will terminate the contract and leave, because Hua Xiao's only purpose of working so hard is to make money.

What made Hua Xiao change his mind?

The big reason why Xu Ting was able to boast to Liu Zhiwei was that Hua Xiao, the giant actor who occupies most of the film and television industry, is about to retire from the stage. In the next time, countless movie stars will start to compete for the next Hua Xiao's title. Here, Liu Zhiwei has great potential.But what if the superstar doesn't quit?

Wishing to wipe the hair on his forehead in front of the mirror in the hallway, he walked out the door with his bag in his hand, before he left, he turned around and said: "Oh, by the way, my suit, let them take it to my house after you dry-clean it. Bye-Bye."

When I made a wish and left the building, I only heard Xu Ting leaning out from the balcony and yelling at him from a height of tens of meters: "Get out of here!"

Xu Yuan pouted and stepped into the car: "I told you it's none of our mother's business."

Xu Ting saw the wishing black car leave the community from the balcony. At first glance, he felt that something was wrong, but when he looked carefully, he found that the right rear of the black car had a large dent, and the entire bumper was gone.

Xu Ting's heart skipped a beat, and he thought of a question——Xuan drank so much wine last night, why is his car still here——

Xu Ting suddenly raised his mobile phone and made a call: "Hello? I want to report a person for drunk driving. Well, it's called Wishing, the license plate number... Yes, there was a car accident. Please detain him, it's easy to threaten social security, Yes, the sooner the better."

Then Wishing hung up the phone and walked back to the bathroom, picking up the man's suit from the foggy bathroom floor that was casually taken off the ground.

Xu Ting was so angry that he shook his hands and wanted to throw it into the trash can, but after throwing it out, Xu Ting looked at the clothes for a while, then reached out to pick them up again.He touched all the pockets of his clothes and trousers, and sure enough, he found a business card in the trouser pocket.

Li Jiang, the director of "Broken Style", is one of the few most famous Chinese filmmakers in the world.

As soon as the sun rises on the equator, the temperature starts to rise.When Liu Zhiwei woke up in the morning, Jon was still sound asleep, but his body was curled up into a ball.The temperature difference between day and night was huge, so Jon wore a T-shirt and shorts at night, so of course he would feel cold.

Liu Zhiwei was much more comfortable lying in the sand. When he got up and saw Jon curled up into a shrimp, he subconsciously wanted to laugh, but suddenly he looked at Jon's posture and thought of something.

——How did he curl up like a shrimp?

Jon couldn't move his legs at all. Could he still move his legs with his hands after he fell asleep?

Liu Zhiwei meditated on himself for a while, before Lu Yi walked towards them.Lu Yi's serious appearance was different from the usual one. The hammock he slept in overnight made his hair slightly messy, and he also took off his formal clothes.

When Liu Zhiwei saw Lu Yi going to look through his suitcase, the question he was thinking in his mind was immediately thrown away - he also went to look through his own suitcase.

Unlike Jon and Lu Yi's luggage, Liu Zhiwei's suitcase only contained a few clothes and toiletries that were not worn in summer at all.Other than that, the whole box was full of scripts.

The script is actually that thick, but Liu Zhiwei has several notebooks.They were all stacked neatly on top of the clothes, each well-used, and the one on top was a new one.

Lu Yi had been prepared for a long time. After finding a suitable short sleeve and putting it on, he put on sunscreen and walked towards Liu Zhiwei. When he saw Liu Zhiwei's box full of scripts and notes, he couldn't help but say, "Isn't it too hard?"

Liu Zhiwei scratched his head and smiled, "I have the habit of practicing my lines in the morning, just like some people practice their voice in the morning."

Lu Yi looked sideways slightly.A person without talent and hard work, no matter how great the opportunity is, cannot make him succeed for a long time, and Liu Zhiwei has everything, but he lacks opportunities.

Lu Yi asked him, "How long have you persisted in this habit?"

"In [-]," Liu Zhiwei said, "I found that I couldn't get popular and I couldn't act in good movies. I thought it might be my own problem, so I started practicing."

Lu Yi watched Liu Zhiwei stand up with the script, and just said a few words, then turned to him and said, "Hey, brother Lu, I'm sorry for you looking at me like that."

"Are you afraid of being watched by others when you are acting?" Lu Yi said so, he had already turned around and walked towards Jon who was still lying on the bed.

Jon was still lying on the bed, and what was more suspicious was that he was wearing sunglasses.

Lu Yi came to Jon and tried to wake him up. Before his hands touched Jon, he heard Jon who was lying on his side facing him and said, "Get out of the way."

Lu Yi: "...???"

Jon suppressed his voice and said, "I'm observing Zeo, this is part of the observation record."

"..." Lu Yi moved away silently, "Do you know what your behavior looks like?"

"what?"

"Idiot." Lu Yi said in Chinese.

"what does that mean?"

"It's similar to Stalker." Lu Yi said coldly.

"I deny this," Jon said sternly, "That's not me, I'm just confirming a philosophical proposition."

"What philosophical proposition?" Lu Yi's eyes twitched.

"Is he my fantasy?" Jon said seriously, "If all his actions are beyond my expectations and cognition, I have reason to think he is real."

"..." Lu Yi wanted to scold her a little bit.He began to wonder if keeping Jon in charge of Hurricane was the right decision.

Then both he and Jon heard the voice of Liu Zhiwei reading his lines.It wasn't poetry or singing, it wasn't pleasing to the ear, and he wasn't calm when he said his lines, very unlike himself.

Standing on the beach, Liu Zhiwei repeatedly considered the reasonable tone of the sentence sentence by word, until he stumbled to find the most suitable tone.Then he turned into another person, using the props of nothingness to speak the lines of nothingness to the objects of nothingness.

Though he was not speaking in verse or singing, Jon saw God.Behind Liu Zhiwei is the gorgeous morning glow, and there are seabirds flying over the skyline behind him.Jon gently took out his phone, and unconsciously pressed several pictures on Liu Zhiwei's profile.