In late autumn, narrow indoor air conditioners exhale and blow the heating.

The neat room bookcase was full of books and several books on the table were turned over, next to the Kindle and computer.

The computer screen lit up, and a few lines of elegant handwriting on the notebook by the keyboard, while the owner of the handwriting, wearing a sweater, was sleeping on a single bed.

His eyebrows were clear and his long lashes drooping down his face were pretty, but his brows were furrowed as if he were having a nightmare.

The cell phone next to the bed suddenly rang, waking up the nightmare man in bed.

Louis Han gasped and struggled to sit up, his back soaking wet, his mind confused, his eyes blankly looking at this familiar place. his back soaking wet, his mind confused, his eyes blankly looking at this familiar place.

The phone kept ringing, and the calendar placed on the bedside table, quietly showed November 1, three years ago.

He didn't die?

The feeling of death coming is too real, Louis's fingers were cold as he held the edge of the bed, he almost unable to stand up on his feet.

Louis Han clearly remembered his own death.

The hard crystal trophy for "Best Screenwriter" smashed into the back of his head, with the murderers screaming in a frenzy, and even before he died, he heard them discussing how to dispose of the body to destroy it.

Louis rubbed his temples, feeling a headache.

The phone couldn't call someone to answer, and went dark after silencing.

Losing the background sound of the monotonous phone ringing, Louis stared at the bookcase full of books, his mind gradually clear.

He was a screenwriter.

Or, he was a screenwriter's gunner.

Cause any script with "Louis 's" mark means it can not be sold.

The contract that was negotiated ended without a hitch.

After three versions of the project, the investor suddenly stopped cooperating.

Even the project that has passed the review, signed the contract, finalized the actors, just waiting for the start will be announced an indefinite delay with various reasons what can not be declared.

He is simply no match for capital.

The only way to get his script signed, shot and released smoothly is to remove the name Louis.

However, he could only use his real name to sign the contract, even if he changed several pseudonyms, once he successfully signed the contract, within half a month, the "accident" would come to his door.

After two years of failure, Louis resigned himself to his fate, but he did not intend to give up.

Then he joined his old classmate James Sun's studio and started to work for James as an exclusive gunner.

Of course, in order for the script to be successfully cast, no one else know this matter.

Since the switch to James Sun, Louis's screenwriting career has become smooth.

During the three years of partnership, Louis wrote close to eight scripts, three of which were successfully released. His carefully written scripts were recognized by the market and quickly established James's status as a screenwriter.

The words "screenwriter James Sun" gradually became a professional and interesting representative, occupying a place in the film industry.

In front of the computer, there was a half-written document by Louis .

With just a few lines of dialogue on it, he can clearly recall the name of the script.

A Delicious Heart, won the best screenplay at the Chinese Film Awards.

After that, James Sun's value rose greatly.

As soon as a script took shape, various film and television companies and major studios immediately bided his scripts. These famous companies began to hang out with James. Soon, "screenwriter James Sun" became a quality assurance for movies and TV series.

The partner's honor was added, all thanks to his script.

Unfortunately, when he tried again with a well-prepared script, the "accident" came up again.

-Sorry, we had a problem with funding.

-Sorry, the story is not what we need.

-Sorry, the contract is not valid.

Louis 's own uncle, Kevin Han, chairman of the Luzhong Group, met with James privately in another new movie celebration party. And he told James Sun the reason: "Louis stole from our Luzhong Group, as long as he lives, we can't let him be a thief and still call himself a screenwriter. Thanks to you for spying on him for so many years, otherwise he has so many pen-names, maybe we didn't pay attention and he was fooled."

Louis disdained to steal anything, his heart was still impulsive even after being suppressed for several years. He questioned Kevin Han to his face, but got no response, and turned to James, only find out that he had become a "shameless thief" known to everyone in the entertainment industry, and no one would be willing to cast his scripts anymore.

He might have been willing to be a rich, nameless and confused gunman for the rest of his life, if he hadn't heard the truth himself.

Oh, yes.

Louis stroks away his wet hair and sneered. He died, and wasted for a lifetime.

James got the Best Screenwriter crystal trophy with his help, and used this trophy to end Louis's poor life.

It's too ironic to cry.

The phone rang again, and as soon as Louis  raised his eyes, he saw a familiar name on the screen.

"James Sun."

Louis frowns, stands up and walks towards the bathroom, ignoring the phone.

He is covered in sticky sweat.His mood is still in the midst of that death nightmare, so he can't calm down at all and feels more and more irritable.

He takes off his clothes and stands naked under the shower, and turns on the faucet directly.

Even though he twisted the hot water switch, the water that spilled over was cold and biting. Louis gritted his teeth to endure the sudden stimulation, allowing the cold water to hit his shoulder blades, bringing up a shiver.

Only the living know the taste of bone-chilling cold.

He holds back the trembling, gritting his teeth fiercely and stood steady, cheeks are mixed with water stains. His whimpering is covered by the sound of noisy water, the pain on the soul scatters out. After a short while, the body gradually get used to the cold, finally feel the warmth of the water temperature should have.

The hot water in the shower, pouring down from the top of the head, flowing through the messy hair to make the black hair smooth and obedient, closed eyes, eyelashes cut through the smooth water marks, hooks up a gentle arc. The thin lips of the slightly open draw air, clean flowing water down the beautiful lines of the neck, in the collarbone to accumulate water, and then down across the thin pale chest, dripping on the ground, making a clattering sound.

Louis inherited a good look. Long-term hiding indoors to write a script makes his skin incredibly white, and his hair slightly long and soft growth, bring out the meaning of lazy.

When he takes a good shower and walks out with wet hair, he can still hear the persistent ringing of his cell phone.

Finally, he answers.

"Louis! you finally pick up the phone!"

James's voice is familiar and friendly, "Hello, Louis? Hello, hello, hello?"

"Um, just taking a shower." Louis  holds the phone, still cold and paranoid about the outside world with no concern.

"I am afraid something bad happened to you or that your phone is off silent, and I want to come to you."

"Say it." Louis training voice low, rubbs hair and asks James, "What's the matter?"

"You still ask what's the matter--" James's voice was suddenly eager on the other side of the phone, "We are going to have a meeting this afternoon, and the party A is all here. We all waiting for you."

"I'll be right there." Louis  hangs up.

James's every move towards Louis  was full of warmth.

But when Louis recalled, he only felt that James's every word was permeated with deep meaning.

He is the man who always keeps eyes on his movements and attempts to master his mind.

In the past, Louis might have thought he was crazy to think this way. Now, he stared at the familiar room, the darkness of his eyes sank, and a light smile appeared in the unoccupied chamber.

Now that he knows the future, why be a gunman again.

It would be foolish to continue to deliver guns to the killer.

---

The office building that James's studio rented was in a commercial center not far from the rental house.

"James Sun Film and Television Studio" is printed outside the door, which is particularly eye-catching.

James waited for a long time, and finally saw the figure of Louis .

The youth wore a white sweater, but his face was whiter than the sweater, and his thin cheeks showed some decadence.

Even James spent a lot of time with Louis, he still will be sighing for the beauty of Louis.

However, those eyes stared at him indifferently, more than the usual silence a little more complex emotions ......

James's heart jumped, why did he feel that Louis  looked at him with some ...... hostility?

"What's wrong?" James asked suspiciously.

Louis coughed, truned away his eyes, pretended that nothing happened and said, "Stayed up late last night to write the script and caught a cold."

"Any new ideas?" James asked urgently, completely forgetting to care about the matter of Louis got a cold, his face reveals the greed and eagerness that cannot be concealed.

Louis  received James's expression all.

His narrow eyes hooked up to a smile, his voice said coldly, "Nothing new, just that I suddenly want to write a revenge drama, which the main character has nothing to lose lives again, to take back everything that belongs to him. The enemies have all been duly retributed. What a happy ending."

It's a commonplace and ordinary setting. But James seriously thinking up, "Revenge setting is not good to pass the trial, ah, now pay attention to comply with the legal system, to use legal weapons to fight, revenge is easy to be cutted off."

Louis said, "I will write, of course, it's the villain who earned his own failure, in the main character's revenge, step by step to exposed those face of hypocrisy, get the punishment due. I will not break the law and discipline. The rule of law society, killing to pay for life."

He said calm, but the words made James's heart jump, wondering what made Louis, the man who usually likes to convey true goodness and beauty, suddenly changed his mind.

James suppressed his heart's panic and calmly asked, "Don't you dislike these stories of retribution for injustice?"

Louis  lowered his eyes, the smile on his pale skin lips deepened, he raised his hand to lift his short hair in front of his forehead and laughed wantonly: "I didn't like it before, but now, I like the retribution of injustice."

---

The meeting is in the conference room at the end of the studio corridor, and there are already several people sitting inside.

In addition to the studio acquaintances, Louis  knew Paul Zhang, deputy director of Aofa Films, and his secretary, but he didn't know the another man who have good-looking.

The tall man was focused on the handheld game in his hands, he sat in a lazy posture, and his long-sleeved shirt was slightly pulled up, he could see the firm muscles on his small arms, and the shirt buttons on his chest were slightly open, revealing his sexy collarbone.

Louis  sat in front of him and see clearly that his features were three-dimensional and brooding, thick eyelashes fluttering with the blink of an eye, staring at the handheld screen, slender ten fingers, deftly pressing buttons, immersed in the intense matchmaking game.

He was young and handsome, probably an actor in a new drama.

Louis suddenly remembered, "What drama is the meetup for today?"

"Martial Artists." Convinced of Louis 's hindsight, James took the information in the agent's hand and handed it to him.

The script of Martial Artists was very thick, and Louis  turned the first page, his heart filled with nostalgia. In order to write this drama, he went to the combat gym to learn boxing, the coach said his physique is too poor, not suitable for combat, but taught a few hands grappling. It's a pity that his limbs were weak before he died, even James could not resist, and practiced practical grappling for most of the year.

The first draft on the meeting was already the script that Louis  had changed three versions before bringing it out to the people.

He flipped through the scene settings and dialogue, knowing exactly what would be modified by the director and turned into a very different picture to be shown on the big screen.

The people at the meeting were all there, and James apologized politely.

Then, Paul Zhang, deputy director of Aofa Films, said, "This project will all be responsed by Fred Xu of Aofa Films in the future. Cause Mr. Xu doesn't know much about the script, we need to rediscuss the script today."

The "actor" who was focused on the handheld raised his eyes, his eyes were light gold, his eye sockets were deep, his nose was high, he seemed to be a bit mixed, leaning back in the sofa chair in a leisurely and lazy posture, did not look like a social elite who can easily making some big decisions.

However, he propped his head diagonally and stretched out his fingers to tap the script and said, "The first time it was Paul who talked to you, and he reported all the details to me. I came here today to meet with the screenwriter, talking about my opinions and requirements."

Oh, it turns out he's not an actor, it's General Manager Mr. Xu.

Then, Mr. Xu said, "I think the script needs to be changed."

The script had to be changed, like a code word for war, made everyone in the studio got nervous.

James clasped his hands together, not daring to be half-hearted, and politely asked, "I wonder where Mr. Xu thinks the script should be changed?"

"All of them." Fred accounted for all the arrogance and condescension of Party A, and did not mind the instantly frozen atmosphere of the whole room.

He leaned back on the sofa chair, arms stretched out, chin slightly raised, and said in an arrogant tone, "Martial Artists is a good script, but unfortunately it doesn't meet my requirements. I want to shoot the drama must be high-end atmosphere upscale, low-key luxury and connotation, it is better to add some science fiction elements, martial arts rivers and lakes, police and banditry, must be positive energy, educational, persuade children to drop out of school to learn upward, at the same time we neeed some heartbreaking love and hate stories."

Fred smiled with eyes slightly narrowed, like a sly fox, "I only have this little requirement, I wonder if your studio has a script that meets the requirements?"

Little requirement.

The meeting room was silent.

According to the usual practice, after the capitalist finished changing the script, James would immediately speak with emotion and reason, pulling the director to agree with him and try to keep the original part. If you can't convince the investor, you can arrange for Louis to give some "insightful" comments, and then James will make it difficult to say try.

But Fred asked for more!

James, such an old journeyman can not answer the words!

"Errrr..." James heart in cursing, this guy is definitely a straw man!

He "errr" half a day, finally said, "At the beginning we talk about Martial Artist, Mr. Xu's request although there is a new idea, but it takes time to write out. Today it is rare that you can come here, I will tell you about this drama first. It is about a combat sports ......"

 Xu suddenly interrupted him with an unhappy expressionI, "I thought the studio that writed Animal Doctor could be more interesting, after all, it is this year's gold medal web drama, my expectations of your writers are quite high. I didn't expect that even you guys would think that a boring script like Martial Artists would be more worthy of investment than the story I want to make?"

Louis, who had planned to look on with a cold eye, suddenly asked, "What is your investment budget?"

"Martial Artist?" Fred tilted his upper body and propped his chin with one hand, revealing an unknowing provocation, "Sorry, not even a single point. You guys disappointed me..."

He has not yet expressed his disappointment in detail, Louis blandly interrupted him, "I am asking: what is the investment budget of your science fiction martial arts police drama?"

Fred eyes with a probing look, carefully measuring this big name that has the whole staff waiting to sit withered.

He was clear and calm, his face was pale, and his eyes were translucent as he waited for an answer.

In front of this group of studio crooked, this person stands out like a chicken, white shaking.

But his eyes, looks a lot like a madman who dedicates himself to art, or a fanatic who chases money.

Fred just wanted to raise a problem to make the project terminate.

He spent a night searching and learning for the most disgusting party A's behavior, and said a hodgepodge of things by the book.

He didn't expect that someone got it seriously.

Then, the young director held out his index finger and waved it, "One hundred million."

Everyonr kept silence, "..."

Damn! What a bloodhell psycho.

But Louis smiled, a little blood came out of his pale face, and he said, "Give me a month."

Louis, who usually lives a free and easy life, suddenly agrees to the unreasonable demands of the investors, that made James feels bad.

His bones are permeated with nobility, disdain for capital, more disdain for others to sway his mind, looks like born to wait for others to serve.

Peolpe who don't familar with him might thomght he is the one who live like a prince and nothing ro worry about.

James had known him for seven years, and didn't understand what he was thinking.

"Lou," James pulled over Louis and whispered, "We are discussing with Aofa Filmss about the cooperation of Martial Artists, if they need another script, they can ask other writers to write it. There is no need to subservient to them."

Louis slanted his eyes and said, "I want to write it."

James looked worried and anxious for him and persuaded, "If you want to write, then we take our time to write, Lou, not need to rush. A month is too short, even if it is not for the script, you have to think about your health. Now we do not need to rush the time desperately. Although the script is very important, but the body is more important ah. We will talk to them again when you are done writing, it is better to focus on Martial Artists first. After all, Aofa Films invited director Wen Louisg, which means they do attach great importance to this project. Don't worry about director Xu's words, we perfume him and then talk it slowly."

James eyes exposed his dislike to Fred Xu,his tone of voice are full of contempt for the incompetent, stupid but rich generation.

The person James did not like but Louis looked extraordinarily smooth, that made Louis's pale indifferent look rarely tinged with a friendly smile.

He said to Fred: "I have an idea similar to yours, but I've just been too busy to write it, since Mr. Xu happened to be looking for a similar script, I hope you'll give me a chance to try it."

Fred lazily leaned back in the sofa, as if his amazing idea had been recognized, and his eyes looked at him approvingly.

Fred said, "I knew that the studio that could write Animal Doctor must have capable people. That's the deal: a month's time, if you can write the script I want, I will invest a hundred million... Oh, not really, if you write good, my investment is not capped. But you have to make me be satisfied first."

Fred was over here happily patting the board, however, Paul Zhang frowned.

He turned his head to Fred and said, "Mr. Xu, let's continue to discuss the script of Martial Artists, and if this assistant can write the script you want, we'll find another time to talk about it."

"There's nothing to discuss about Martial Artists." Fred propped up his head and turned the thick script on the table to a clatter, "It's not my kind of drama, I don't want to cast it. So what else to discuss? It's a waste of time."

Paul Zhang said, "President Xu attaches great importance to this project, the company is already prepared to promote it as a key project next year."

Fred used his light-colored eyes looking at Paul Zhang with a lazy expression, smiled, "Zhang, last time I check, I thought I'm your boss, right?"

Paul Zhang's face stiffened.

Fred unable to be a quiet beautiful man, his frame was full, and he brushed Paul Zhang's face, show no mercy.

He reached out with his long hand, elegantly borrowed the notebook and pen of the secretary beside him, lowered his head and wrote something on the paper, then tore it off and pinched it in his hand.

The sofa chair dragged with a loud clang as Fred stood up. He almost taller than the average person, reaching long enough to cross the entire conference table.

He handed the slip of paper with the phone number on it to Louis.

Fred's smile deepened, his eyes reflecting the pale, surprised face of Louis.

He said, "Call me anytime if you're ready."

--

James grew a kind face, but stay up late and indulge in sexual exhausted his body.He was only twenty-eight years old, but already looked like a middle-aged man, his face are fat and overly puffy, and also have thick bags under the eyes, didn't look like in the same age with Louis.

After the meeting, Louis sat down in the cubicle to organize his computer. James sat aside and began to persuade Louis to give up the idea of writing this ridiculous script.

Louis, however, focused on organizing his computer files and ignored him, "A ridiculous story is just the right amount of comedy to write."

James asked unrelentingly, "How is going about your food drama? You said you wanted to shut down for a few months to write the food drama which you've been preparing for years... Tell me you didn't give up, okay?"

Louis raised his eyes to look at him.

James was asking about the script that was in his rental house, stuck in the ending.

The script that was only meant to be self-satisfying had won the best screenplay award.

He also got the crystal trophy of "Best Screenplay" that hit him on the head and beat him to death.

The trophy was crystal clear and stained with dark blood, the sticky, fishy sweetness of blood rushing to Louis's mouth, leaving only the despair of betrayal, the memory so bloody that it made he headache.

Louis hooked up a smile and looked straight at the killer.

He was a good-looking man with slightly upturned eyes, smiling as if he could see through people's hearts, "James Sun, can you stop acting? We both know what knid of person you are."

"What?!" James's heart stuttered, but his expression was incomparably vain.

They had worked together for three years, and Louis never smiled with mockery and penetration like he did now, just like he saw what he had been doing behind his back all the time.

No, it can't be.

James settled his mind and asked with a worried face, "Lou, who said something to you?"

Louis didn't say anything, just put the documents in the computer together.

James continued, "No matter who said something to you, there must be a misunderstanding here."

"Misunderstanding?" Louis deleted all the information on his desk computer and glanced at him with squinted eyes, "Misunderstanding what? Let me guess, is that you took my script for fame and fortune, but turned your back and told everyone that I was a loser who couldn't write anything and depended on your studio for support?"

James's heart was horrified, how could Louis know what he said privately with the investors?

Louis never participated in the investor's party. James only brought three female assistants to attend.

He thought the three women were tight-lipped, but he didn't expect these words to reach Louis's ears.

Did Barbara, Luna, or Christina say it?

James began to suspect his assistants and still sophomoric, "Lou, I did not do that, how I treat you, you are still not clear?"

"Clearly, of course, I am clear."

Louis picked up the last stack of A4 paper on the table and snorted, "Three years ago, you found me with my script, righteous anger, cursing the investors have no vision, vowed to help me to market the script, but unfortunately, time and again hit the wall, in order to story not be buried, had to be forced to become a script signatory under the blackmail of the Luzhong Group. Now that I think about it, you acted as if it was real, and I literally believed it."

As he said this, James looked back and forth nervously.

Fortunately, the studio's assistant had gone somewhere lazy and no one heard what Louis said.

James whispered, "Lou, if you're not happy with the script split, we can talk about it again."

Louis looked down at the script and headed for the shredder in the corner as he shook his head and said, "I didn't write the script for money.

It's just a pity that this good story, I've written fifteen scenes, but it doesn't have a chance to be filmed."

James looked at the script and his eyes went straight, "How can there be no chance, Louis, your scripts are always the best, I can help you find investors who are willing to cooperate."

"Who? Luzhong Group? Then leave only your name in the position of screenwriter, and then you tell me with a face full of anger how the investors can do this, and you're going to go to them for an explanation?"

Saying what had happened in a previous life, Louis only felt easy.

James too good at acting, a face of anger to go to Luzhong, and then a face of grief and sadness back to say sorry.

Too more sorry to believe.

He simply did not have the possibility of winning since his opponent is the capital, Luzhong Group.

Thinking of this, Louis raised the paper stack in his hand, his face were smiling, "Do not bother Mr. Sun, have this time to act in front of me, it is better to have more heart to write the script."

After saying that, he casually tore off the script pages and stuffed them into the shredder.

James blushed, "Louis Han! What the fuck are you doing!"

The sound was so loud that the pantry assistants came running out and took a look at the situation, whispering and asking what happened.

Louis stood by the paper shredder on the opposite corner of the pantry, a stack of stacks of shredded scripts in hand, his mouth with a smile on his face through the pain of madness, like the most wantonly indulgent madman.

Their respected teacher James stood a meter away from Louis, and said in a frightened voice: "What is wrong with you? We can discuss things slowly, those words are all misunderstandings, how can you believe that so easily! You should know who I am!"

Louis looked at James and showed a cruel smile.

"Yes. A sinister villain, a clothed beast. You can do anything for money, including betraying me, the one you just said was your best friend. Anything else?"

James blushed miserably.

Louis stuck his hands in his handbag and continued, "Well, reminding me, your script is trash, and you only rely on your tongue to trick rich investors into believing that your idea is great, only to produce a pile of garbage that you won't even sign. How pathetic."

The three assistants looked at each other, not knowing why Louis was suddenly like this.

James usually valued Louis the most, even if Louis could not write anything, he would still give him the opportunity to intern in the theater, the mediocre is obviously Louis, but he actually had the face to accuse James, who was hailed as a genius?

However, at this time, James could not care less about his assistant, he had been immersed in the illusion that he was a genius screenwriter for too long, and when the truth was told by Louis, who actually wrote those excellent scripts, his face turned red and he howled as if in anger, "You know the reason! I am forced to do it!"

Louis said expressionlessly, "Oh, you mean someone forced you to inform the Luzong Group and ask for a reward and credit? No wonder I thought you pulled in the investment from Luzhong Group too smoothly, now thinking about it, it was you who sold my information in exchange for it."

James helped the Luzhong Group spy on him in exchange for the trust of those people who collaborated to suppress his efforts.

The reason for this is that the person "Louis" completely disappeared from the world.

Louis put his hands in his handbag and said, "James Sun, we've known each other for seven years, and have been working together for three years, you've been acting all the time, aren't you tired of it?"

James did not speak, his face ironic stared at the shredder that returned to calm.

Louis shrugged, indifferent to walk out, "but I'm tired of it, goodbye James, the big screenwriter."

The thin young man's dashing back disappeared behind the frosted glass of James Sun Film and Television Studio.

There was a silence inside, James sunken face, fished up the shredder, will be a box of shredded paper poured out.

"Clang-clang" shake the box containing shredded paper, dusty white froth scattered in the air.

He grabbed several scraps of shredded paper, turned out the fragments with words, and suddenly shouted at the assistants who looked surprised and suspicious: "What the hell are you looking at? You losers! Put it together, now! Less a piece of paper and you guys are dead!"

After leaving James's studio, Louis returned to his rental house, packed a suitcase full of stuff and spent a day in the city, ready to find a good place to write his script in peace and quiet.

The place he was looking for was simple: quiet, soundproof, and downtown.

Finally, Louis stayed in a five-star hotel in the city center, service and soundproofing is good, close to the shopping plaza. And more important is that they have first-class security. If James showed out, they still have some strong man to help him drive people out.

As soon as he moved in, Louis turned off his cell phone, devoting himself to his writing.

What Fred said was very absurd, but absurdity also means having the possibility of writing a comedy.

Louis has seen many similar stories, not that no one has ever tried this. Sci-fi, martial arts, police procedural, things that sound messy, can be equally interesting to write once they are related.

It's best to have a sitcom, with simple sets and witty words, and pull a bunch of old actors who are all over the place to do a great job.

Louis's first work was a sitcom.

His experience working on the set of a sitcom taught him how to write dialogue that was more suited to sitcoms.

Some stories with confusing settings are forced to twist into scenes exquisite movies or dramas, but instead dilute the comedic effect of hilarious laughs.

Close to life, real interpretation, a serious funny, which the sitcom looks like.

Determined the form of the script, Louis buried his head in hard work, hungry to go out and find something to eat, sleepy to sleep. The light of "Do not disturb" is always on. Even cleaning staff coming in to clean, Louis have to personally keep an eye on them for character observation.

After twenty-eight days, he finally finished the first draft of the first ten episodes.

Although Louis was dizzy after writing, his brain was flooded with satisfaction and he was so exhilarated that he wanted to show off.

He opened his phone and the chat software immediately popped up with 99+ messages, text messages were jam-packed, most of them were calls and messages from James Sun.

Louis didn't bother to look, and dialed the desired number directly, and in no time the other side got through.

"Mr. Xu, it is Louis."

"Which Louis?" Fred's voice was filled with the arrogance and forgetfulness of a man who was born in the purple, seems like the other party had forgotten about him long ago.

Louis continued, "I've written the script for the sci-fi martial arts police and banditry, heartbreaking love story that you said at the rendezvous to invest 100 million, is it convenient to check the electronic file?"

There was silence for a long time, Fred's voice came back, indifferently said, "Brilliant Hotel 2608, I only live chat."

Then he hang up decisivily.

Brilliant Hotel...

Louis looked at the cup that had been used for most of the month, and the logo printed beautiful block letters on it: Brilliant.

What a coincidence.

Louis spent ten minutes, re-read the first draft, changed a few punctuation, and then printed it into a book, took the notebook before going out.

He stepped into the elevator, the clean and transparent interior reflecting his pale face.

In the hotel for most of the month, he lost a lot of weight, a pair of eyes sharp and bright with the night like a cat's eye. His skin is even whiter, but not healthy instead of a little sickly pale. He stood quietly in the spacious elevator room, until the elevator reached the twenty-sixth floor, and found room 08.

Louis just arrived at the door of 2608, the door opened slightly resting a crack, revealing a dark brown floor.

The interior was dimly lit, and Fred's voice came from it.

"Com'in."

The interior of 2608 was exquisitely decorated, and Fred Xu leaned lazily on the white sofa in the parlor.

He was leisurely shaking a glass of wine in his hand. Silk pajamas wrapped around his toned body, the close-fitting fabric outlined the man's sexy and prominent pectoral muscles. The lacing was loosely tied around his waist, a pair of straight and slender legs, cocked out in a leisurely arc to reveal the tight leg muscles. The dimly lit interior was full of testosterone.

He slanted his eyes and glanced over, his eyes deep as he gazed at Louis who was standing dumbly at the door, suddenly showing a hint of a smile and asking, "So far away...Are you going to give a speech?"

Louis looked at the floor, there were no slippers indoors. He directly took off his sneakers and stepped on the cashmere carpet wearing socks, the gentle touch came from the bottom of his feet, every step was like walking on a cloud.

Very comfortable.

The closer Louis gets, the more he thinks Fred has a good figure, pajamas can't cover the perfect curve at all, but instead he wants to release the full sexiness of a man.

Fred leisurely leaned on the sofa, picked up a glass of amber brandy shaking, gently placed on the tip of the nose. Elegant movements. Eyelashes slender hanging down, hooked Louis's heartstrings.

Louis was lost in thought for a moment - he was gay, and this kind of charming man alone at night, provoking his back to tighten, his throat to dry, even the pace of his feet were put very lightly, lest he disturb the elegance of young Fred's wine tasting.

Fred found out Louis's eyes wandering over his own body, half-not as constrained and coy as he thought.

The person must be bold, otherwise how could he boast of writing a good science fiction martial arts police drama.

Fred put down the cup, fingers hooked on the belt, "I still have abs, want to see?"

Louis eyes calm, nodded and said, "Well, go on."

Fred face smile deepened, frivolously swept over Louis, "One hundred million, look at me or read the script?"

Louis sighed in his heart, took out the script and handed it to Fred.

Of course, the script was more important.

He had never met Fred Xu in his previous life, but he knew about Aofa Filmss.

The country's first film and television company, only make the best dramas, only cooperat with the first-line stars and directors. Investment by the billion, film and television director to be able to decide the investment of individual projects.

The Golden bachelor is right in front of you, simply the perfect script role reference.

If not talking about the script, Louis would love to talk to him about life.

What brand of wine to drink, what restaurant food to eat, what places to travel to, what kind of life he likes.

Vacation is a private jet to the Alps skiing, or riding a noble blooded blazing horse in the Simi Valley foothills walk.

Unfortunately, Fred couldn't comprehend the inquisitiveness in his fiery eyes, only feeled that he was wildly unnatural.

Louis drops his eyes and speaks about the script: "The play is called Robin Hood set in the late Northern Song Dynasty, a group of righteous men assembled in the Liang Mountains, to legal initiative for the world's injustice, using a drama-style performance method, in the mode of sitcom, combined with the current hot topics..."

"Wait, wait." Fred got a bit of headache. Louis looked quite interesting, but he said the script like doing speech report, a board to let him dream back to the board.

"I'll see for myself." Casually flipped through a few pages, he looked laughing: a mess of the A-side idea, actually written into the script after so interesting?

Fred read out the lines on the script, "Does depression suddenly kill people?"

Louis face expressionless, picked up the next sentence: "No, only slowly death... Of course that also divided into cases, you such a good-looking, likely to die suddenly."

Fred: "..."

But he can not show too easily satisfied. Fred deliberately turned the script clattering, fully looking for fault after finding the scene in the simple notes, no UFO, no superpower, no magical heroes.

So he asked, "Where's the sci-fi I want?"

Louis's voice was cold and serious as he replied, "Don't you think the very existence of this drama is sci-fi enough?"

Fred scowled at him in silence.

Louis was wearing a plaid shirt with a white sweater over it, jeans of a whitish color, a style found all over the street, and he actually wore it to match the luxurious white sofa.

His cuffs were pulled up, his finger bones protruding as he held a pen, holding a notebook, ready to keep track of the issues the A's were picking on so that he could make changes to the script later.

It was too formal for Fred to like.

His long legs on the cashmere carpet, a little harder to get closer to Louis, he replied, "Not enough sci-fi, no aliens naked extravagant orgy, how do you mean sci-fi."

Fred wore light pajamas, the shape of his prominent pectoral muscles in front of his chest drummed with a steady heartbeat.

Louis lost his concentration for a moment, his heart suddenly jumped, his throat knot moved, his breath was unsteady as he replied, "Mr. Xu, if you don't satisfied, I will change."

After saying that, the hand pen across the paper, a few strokes over to write Fred's unreasonable requirements for science fiction to cosmic chaos.

Fred smiled and nodded, picked up another glass and handed it to the obedient screenwriter, "Have a drink and talk slowly."

Louis did not refuse and took it and finished it in one gulp.

The amber brandy was a bit astringent, he didn't drink the sweetness, he just felt the alcohol was heavy, not the same as he thought.

Fred stared at him, his deep eyes insatiably caressing the corners of his lips, and asked with a cynical smile, "How does it taste?"

Louis licked his lips, it didn't taste good, so he had to answer truthfully, "I'm not good at drink."

Everyone else says this only when they refuse to drink, and Louis finishes drinking before saying it.

This cup went down, he did not drink anything out, only felt his cheeks burn.

It is true that wine is wine, even if the price is expensive it does not become a drink.

The wine on the face, Louis cheeks piled with attractive red, even behind the ears are flushed red.

He put down the cup, hold up the notebook, holding the pen slightly brandy breath calmly said: "Mr. Xu, if there were other places are not satisfied, please say it directly, I change according to your requirements."

Fred appreciated his drunken, misty eyes and leaned over, even reaching up to caress his knee.

"I'm satisfied with you." His words carried a deep meaning, and his fingers even squeezed gently on his knee, "I just don't know... what position do you like?"

Louis: "..."

"Mr. Fred." Louis shrunk his knees, avoiding his palms, moved to the side, keeping a safe distance and said, "I mean, the script."