Episode 4

In his previous life, socializing with investors, it was James who took his assistants out.

Even though Louis rarely went to the studio, he often heard those three assistants whispering complaints.

"That old pervert, with his eyes leering at me, and always touching my thighs."

"The producer grabbed my hand and pretended to be drunk, and asked for my phone number, then last night he actually asked me to go to a hotel room!"

"What can we do? We have to look at these people's faces to get investment."

Louis does not have to look at the capitalist's face, James also will not talk about this.

Didn't expect that the subliminal rules owed in the last life, Louis had to make up for it so soon in this life.

He frowned slightly and sized up Fred.

The young director who has good-looking, first-class body and long legs subterfuge personally that really made Louis wonder who is the one taking advantage.

Seeing him frown, Fred smiled and said, "It's normal to be nervous for the first time, it's okay, let's talk over a drink and relax."

Saying that, Fred poured him wine, amber brandy translucent light, dense with a different color.

Louis took the glass and drank it up dryly, obviously the wine should be carefully tasted, he drank out a different kind of bold style.

Once finished, he put down the cup, picked up the script on the sofa and said, "Mr. Fred, so let's talk about the script?"

Fred smiled brightly, rested his hands on the sofa lean and said, "I think you write well, nothing need to change, why don't we go to bed and talk about something else."

Louis shook his head and said insistently, "Let's talk about the script first."

Fred stared at him, his light golden eyes full of inquiry, thinking for a moment, finally compromised in the ignorance of Louis.

Fred flipped through the script, which is full of post-modernist lines, alone do not feel anything, slightly picked out a paragraph to link the upper and lower scenes, he could not maintain the image of obsessed with beauty only want to get laid.

Because it's so funny, people like him who have been floating abroad for a long time, can instantly grasp the laughs include.

His stupid idea turned into a full script through the hands of a small screenwriter, and with such a high level of attention, a hint of satisfaction rose in Fred's heart.

But satisfaction is satisfied, his plan did not stop, but obediently sat next to Louis, close to Louis and said, "Since there is science fiction, but also to have a crossing plot to complete, such as a train of people collectively crossing!"

"Cool." Louis lowered his pen to write: train crossing.

Fred came energetically, "Remember to hold a martial arts conference, a martial arts competition, this audience likes. "

"Well." Louis's long, slender fingers flicked.

"There must be a harem of three thousand beauties, remember that the noble consort must be prettier than the queen, and, and ......" Fred has not seen many courtroom drama, he almost can't going on.

"And the noble consort must be the dark villain." Louis smiled and answered, his eyes showing a little indulgent light.

"Exactly." Fred was pleased, reaching out to put his hand on Louis's shoulder, the corners of his mouth hooked up with deep meaning, "Be very villainous."

Fred's light pajamas pressed against Louis, the searing heat coming from every inch of skin it touched. Louis is wearing a shirt and sweater, but it's like being naked. The actual nakedness of the body, you can clearly feel the touch and heat of Fred's firm muscles.

The hand on the shoulder suddenly pulled in hard, Louis instantly lolled in Fred's arms, stiffened, frowned and stopped the pen.

Fred was satisfied with his reaction and smiled gently, "And she was very much favored by the emperor cause of she is the master of sex."

His ambiguous and hot breath against Louis's neck, his voice low, he asked, "Don't you think so?"

Louis didn't answer, and the pen didn't move.

Fred easily pulled the pen and notebook out of his hands and casually threw them onto the coffee table. His palms were slightly harder, and he bullyingly pressed Louis to the sofa.

The man is high above the ground, his tall body brings a sense of oppression, open pajama collar reveals beautiful abs, belt tied loosely, you can still vaguely see the sexy mermaid line.

After a moment of trance, Louis's eyes suddenly focused and waved his hand to grab Fred's shoulder, directly pushing the unsuspecting Fred away.

However, before he could land on his feet and stand up, Fred grabbed his waist with one hand and re-confined him to the sofa backrest, his eyes looking dangerously straight at Louis.

"Afraid?" Fred's voice was raspy and low, very different from his previous laid-back appearance.

The pair of light golden eyes were deep, and the oppressive feeling brought by the body was like a bloodthirsty tiger staring at its prey, and if he was not satisfied with the next reply, he would open his mouth and bite through Louis's throat.

Fred's pajamas spread most of the way in the pushing and shoving, his pectoral muscles were bare and robust, while his abs carried rough wounds.

The young master who has supposed to been living off the fat of the land turns out has a lot of injuries.

Louis's throat throbbed nervously and he replied calmly, "I just don't like being the bottom."

"Don't like being the bottom?" Fred hooked up a probing smile and looked Louis up and down, "Then you like this position?"

He didn't care that his wounds were exposed, his palms blazed up Louis's waist, his fingers reached in along the hem of his sweater and touched the bottom button of his shirt.

When Fred was about to untie Louis's pajamas, Louis suddenly smiled and without any warning, he stretched out his fingers and brushed Fred's chin, and his eyelashes dropped to kiss him.

Fred's shallow pupils of the eyes shrink, frowning back a retreat, the body aura full of resistance.

But while he glanced at Louis's eyes, he immediately reacted.

"So hurry?" Fred put away the danger in the sight, resumed a face of appreciation of beauty obsession, palms touching Louis's waist is ready to help him take off his sweater, "Let me check first...."

"No need to check." Louis casually took away Fred's palm and stood up from the sofa, not afraid that Fred would get angry at all.

Just subconsciously pulling back, Louis has completely determined that Fred is acting.

Such a cold and arrogant guy, with a smile on his face all the time, making a mild and harmless appearance.

He also pretending to be gay in front of a real gay.

It's really hard for him.

Louis said condescendingly, "Mr. Xu, I'm not much of a social person, my mouth is strict, I won't talk nonsense, if you have anything I can help with, I'll do my best."

"Hmm?" Fred raised his eyebrows to look at him.

"I'm not going to get carried away just because I'm infatuated with someone. Although I'm just an unknown screenwriter, as long as I can be of use and help you, you can do whatever you want."

Fred likes smart people, since Louis is so direct, Fred also saved some trouble.

The original plan was to gently test Louis's level of obedience, to collect a shield in the country, specifically to take it out to stand tall as a target, but it turned out that Louis saw through his plan first and actually seized the opportunity.

Fred stood up, half a head higher than Louis. He was tall, his features looked cold when he put away his smile, and his deep eyes were flushed with a light hue, staring straight at Louis.

He reached out his hand and touched Louis's cheek, his palm tinged with the ambiguous scent of wine.

"Just a scriptwriter?" Fred laughed, "A screenwriter who dares to push me away in bed is not just 'just'."

"Stop acting, Mr. Xu." Louis said expressionlessly, "You won't win an Oscar even if you act again."

Fred felt bored. In order to be a good second generation, he had watched all the boring dramas of the world's domineering president and learned to burn money, party and submarine.

The first two did perfectly, but the subterfuge did not start, it was seen through.

He didn't even bother to put on his pajamas, his wheat-colored chest looked toned in the light, and he directly picked up a glass of wine and asked, sniffing lightly at the tip of his nose, "Where did I reveal myself?"

Louis lowered his eyes, swept Fred below, said, "Pressed up and still no response, either straight or ED."

Fred eyes blushing sophomoric, "... in case I am a pervert who likes to play with props?"

Louis laughed, "Then your opening is not too gentlemanly."

Fred finally reached out and straightened his pajamas, tied his belt firmly, resumed his usual sitting upright, back straight, all the lazy temperament disappeared, became serious and serious.

He said, "I read the script and I know you are very smart, so, I invest a hundred million, this drama you can do whatever you like, but there is only one requirement: accompany with me to all the dinners I want you to attend. Tomorrow night there will be a celebration party, my father is said to have arranged a fiancée for me, but also to announce the engagement on the spot, but I do not like women, I like you."

Short and concise, clear purpose.

Fred, the young man who is trying to play a gay to avoid the luxury marriage.

Only two months back to China, the amn who was born in the purple has become the protagonist of the lace news. His private life chaos, no investment mind performance, and can not stop the engagement news spread everywhere, do not play a big one, it seems to be unable to close the scene.

Louis asked, "Mr.Xu, what exactly do you want to do?"

Fred smiled, "The death of Aofa Films."

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