The Slag Gong wants to Kill me

I still go to the appointment.

The cafe that Yingdi said was a high-end place, with a per capita consumer price of hundreds. When I arrived, there were few people in the shop, and there were only a few scattered men sitting there. Although they covered up well, I quickly realized that they seemed to be watching me. Is this the film's bodyguard? I think.

It seems to be because of important things to talk about. The place where the film director invited me was in the box on the second floor of the cafe. When I walked in, he was already there.

His black hair was gilded with the sun at noon, and the features of the film emperor were deep. He looks good and fights with my husband, I think. His neckline seemed to be ripped open deliberately, giving a sense of pride to an unruly teenager.

The first impression he gave me was that postmodernism pretended to be a perpetrator.

I opened the chair and sat up. He pushed a menu with his hand and asked me, "What do you want?"

"Cappuccino." I glanced back and answered.

He nodded, called the waiter, and ordered her to order.

When the door was closed again, he coughed softly and said, "You should know about the bamboo horse?"

I shook my head and said, "Excuse me, why did you ask me to come here? I don't know you. I think my job probably doesn't intersect with your husband." I showed a confused look, after all now , I should pretend to be a normal person who doesn't know a little about film actor and entertainment news.

The film emperor pretended to calmly "Oh", then he handed me a business card and said, "I'm the C who won the best actor award at the film festival recently."

I took the business card and looked at it. The pattern printed on it was quite beautiful. "But I don't know entertainment." I said, "I'm just a writer, sir."

"I know," said the filmmaker, and he took a recording pen from his pocket and handed it to me, saying, "Listen."

He turned on the recording pen.

First there was a choppy electric current, and then there was the sound of people chatting and walking. Then the recording was quiet for a few seconds, and from it came a sticky sound of water, like a "snoring" sound from a human kiss.

Then there is the sound of the flesh / body collision, the frequency is very fast, and the action is very loud. It can be seen that the two people have very intense **** / love.

Then came Zhuma's voice from the inside: "Hurry up ... ah ... hurry up."