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Hiding in a booth in the rest area, Matthew stared at Michael Sheehan, and immediately noticed that this guy had changed a lot from before, especially his body shape and walking style, he was a different person.

When he went up, Michael Sheehan was tall and straight, walking with big strides.

When he came out of the elevator, Michael Sheehan slightly bent down and pouted his buttocks. When he stepped forward, his two legs drew a very special character.

Matthew is not the first time he has seen people walk in this strange way. When he was working on a construction site on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, a worker was stabbed by a steel bar and hurt his buttocks. This is how he walked.

"His **** is hurt?" Matthew hit a chill, and quickly stopped thinking about it. The picture that flashed in his head just now was so terrifying that he didn't even want to think about it. "Dedicate yourself to art," he muttered.

"Sir, you..."

A voice came over, and Matthew hurried to see it. It turned out that Michael Sheehan walked into the hotel lobby, and the strange way of walking attracted a waiter who was very serious and responsible, "Do you need help?"

"No! No!" Michael Sheehan waved his hand straight, for fear that the other party would see the clue, "I'm fine."

He walked towards the hotel door step by step, and finally exited the hotel turnstile.

Matthew changed his seat again, so that Michael Sheehan could not see himself through the glass curtain wall, and his eyes were still on his side.

I saw Michael Sheehan crossing the road and across the street, holding on to a street light pole, turning his head to look at his butt, with a strange expression on his face, which seemed to be both painful and excited.

Matthew scratched his head and determined that something must have happened between Michael Sheehan and Martin Jackson.

"The pain is probably physical." He guessed wildly, "The excitement is on the character."

Presumably Michael Sheehan got the promise of Martin Jackson's MV as the leading actor.

"Is this the shortcut to Hollywood's success?"

Sighing lightly, Matthew retracted his gaze and stopped looking at Michael Sheehan. At this moment, his mood was a little low. Maybe he had been in Los Angeles for a few years and couldn't find a chance to succeed, and he would make a similar choice...

"No!" Matthew then shook his head, "Absolutely not!"

He knows that he is no nobler than Michael Sheehan, even more despicable, and more calculated, but this kind of thing is definitely not in the ranks of compromise and acceptance. He wants to be famous and rich, and his personal bottom line is very, very low, but it is still a bit of a bottom line. If he had to choose between selling his **** and being poor, he would rather be poor.

As for noble morality, the entertainment industry also pays attention to this, and he deserves to live his whole life.

"The despicable people are all on the road to fame, and the noble people are dying at the starting point..."

Matthew muttered to himself, then turned to look at Michael Sheehan, who was no longer there across the street.

The light of the street lamps fell, illuminating the road ahead. Michael Sheehan supported the glass curtain wall of a store, pouted his **** slightly, took ugly steps, and walked forward slowly.

He walked very hard, let alone walking, even if he stood still, there would be a tear-like pain from the back of his butt, which made him have the urge to see a anorectal doctor.

But he can't go, this kind of injury is really hard to tell.

The pain did not make him depressed. In the burning pain, Michael Sheehan's mouth always had an excited smile on his face.

Director Martin Jackson has promised him that he will get the actor of the Britney Spears MV for him!

This is what he wants.

Michael Sheehan held another street light pole, looked up at the sky, and saw the light from the darkness.

Although the excitement couldn't suppress the pain in his buttocks, he felt that it was all worth it, and even had a little bit of joy in his heart.

It's a pity that there are so many people coming and going, and I don't know any of them, so I can't share the excitement and joy.

Michael Sheehan has been struggling for so many years before waiting for such an opportunity. He desperately wants people all over the world to know that he is going to shoot a MV with Britney Spears and become famous!

Suddenly, a face flashed in front of Michael Sheehan's eyes, the man who claimed to be a friend but refused to help him!

"Matthew Horner, I'm going to get the male lead!"

Thinking of the rejection he received from the "Gladiator" crew, he felt a sense of revenge, "I'm going to defeat you and get the male lead!"

Then he frowned, because Matthew Horner didn't know it yet.

In an instant, this sense of comfort disappeared without a trace.

Michael Sheehan thought for a while, then took out his mobile phone and dialed Matthew's number. It rang for a while before someone connected.

"Is that you, Matthew?" His tone was much higher than before, "What are you doing?"

"On the way home." Matthew's question sounded in the receiver, "Where are you? Mike."

"I'm hanging out!" Michael Sheehan planned to tell the news in front of Matthew himself, wanting to see how he would look when he arrived, "Do you have time tomorrow? I'll treat you to lunch. "

"Tomorrow?" The people over there seemed to be thinking about it, and they said after a while, "Okay, it just so happens that I don't have class tomorrow. Which restaurant shall we go to?"

Michael Sheehan thought about the restaurant on a temporary basis, so he had to say, "I want to make a reservation. In this way, I will call you again tomorrow morning."

In fact, he knew that what he needed most in the past two days was to lie down on a soft mat to rest and wait for the wounds behind to heal, but he couldn't help the urge to show off in front of his competitors.

Without showing it off in front of Matthew, how could he vent that uncomfortable feeling in the "Gladiator" crew?

Hanging up the phone and putting away the phone, Michael Sheehan endured the tearing pain and walked forward step by step, while thinking about what to say, how to show off, and of course he wouldn't let Matthew go to him. ass-side association.

The night sky was dark, but the City of Angels was brightly lit. A taxi entered the edge of the Westwood District and stopped at the bus stop on the side of the road. Matthew jumped out of the car. It was almost midnight, and he did not go home immediately. , I was going to find a place to have a late night snack, and my stomach was rumbling with hunger on the way.

This is not a bustling commercial area, most of the storefronts are closed. Matthew walked along the road for a while and found that the signboard of a restaurant was still lit, and in addition to English, there were also striking traditional characters on the signboard!

"Why didn't I find that there is a Chinese restaurant here before?" Matthew whispered and walked in, "I guess I haven't been here very often."

"Hello, welcome."

He was greeted by a blond waitress with a high nose and deep eyes. Matthew glanced at her, feeling a little awkward.

In this kind of place, there should be a gentle and jade-like Jiangnan woman...

The restaurant is very large, and there are many customers in it. Matthew found a window seat and sat down. When the waiter came over, he ordered two dishes, Kung Pao Chicken and Assorted Fried Rice, and waited patiently.

He made a special observation. The whole restaurant is decorated in a typical Chinese style. The tables and chairs are completely different from the sofas and chairs in the western restaurant. They are completely Chinese-style log tables and chairs. Especially in the innermost part of the restaurant, there are also several Baxian tables and The matching Taishi chair.

This thing is very common in Matthew's former hometown, but after he came out to work, he didn't see much.

Although the hard and sturdy log chair under the buttocks is also very pleasant, Matthew is still a little itchy. In such a country, it is rare to see the Eight Immortals Table and Taishi Chair.

So, when the waiter came to serve the food, he pointed to a table of the Eight Immortals and asked, "Can I sit there?"

"Okay." The waiter's attitude was very good, "Please."

She helped Matthew put the food on the table of the Eight Immortals. Matthew then pulled out a Taishi chair and sat on it with a golden knife, just like when he was a child.

"Thank you." He specially tipped the waiter a little more.

Sitting here to eat is more about satisfying the feelings in the memories.

Matthew started to eat. Although the Kung Pao Chicken and Assorted Fried Rice had been modified to suit the market, they still had a somewhat familiar taste, which also made his appetite.

However, before half a bowl of rice was eaten, Matthew felt that his buttocks were not very comfortable. The chair below was too hard, and since he hadn't sat in such a chair for a long time, it was inevitable that he would feel a little nervous.

He shook his head, picked up the spoon and just wanted to continue eating, when he suddenly remembered that Michael Sheehan asked him to eat...

After gobbling down the rest of the meal, UU read www. uukanshu.com Matthew took out his cell phone and dialed Michael Sheehan's number, which was quickly connected.

"Is something wrong, Matthew?"

Matthew said directly, "Mike, didn't you invite me to have lunch with me tomorrow? I thought of a great Chinese restaurant, why don't I invite you, let's have Chinese food together?"

There was a pause over there, and then a voice came over, "Okay, see you at noon tomorrow."

"Then you come to Ximu District tomorrow." Matthew reported the restaurant address, "We will meet at the restaurant at 11:30."

Michael Sheehan happily agreed. Matthew put away his mobile phone, and after paying the payment, he went to the front desk and booked a table of the Eight Immortals, preparing to invite Michael Sheehan for Chinese food tomorrow.

After finishing this, he left the restaurant and returned to the apartment. After taking a shower, he lay down without sleepiness. His head was all about how to get the hero of the MV. Considering that it was approaching three o'clock in the morning, he gradually had some clues before he became obsessed. Asleep.

After getting up the next morning, Matthew followed the plan to exercise, read newspapers, and read books. He didn't waste any time, and he didn't relax because he wanted a banquet at noon.

He knew that his starting point was too low, his ability was poor, and he had to work hard.

It was not until eleven o'clock that he put down the book in his hand, put on a formal suit, and went out to the Chinese restaurant. Unlike last night, the restaurant had a lot of customers at noon. people sit.

"I made a reservation last night." Matthew said to the waiter. The waiter asked the front desk and brought Matthew to the table of the Eight Immortals last night, and asked, "Do you want to order now?"

Matthew pointed to the outside, "I have to wait for someone. When I need to order, I will call you."

The waiter left, and Matthew patiently waited for Michael Sheehan to come over.