MTL - Doomsday Bosses Win the Entertainment Industry-Chapter 1005 (two)
The scene changes to the daily work of Tian Gang and Wang Dali. Perhaps it is because of the association with Qiu Xue that Tian Gang, who has always been very cowardly, has changed a little bit. The fact that the goddesses are together.
This dialogue between the two continued the cold humor style at the beginning of the film, but the four Coltons in the audience were not in the mood to laugh anymore. Only when Wang Dali jumped in despair and expressed that he wanted to break up with Tian Gang and wanted to leave immediately, but the elevator was delayed. When they could only be incompetent and furious if they didn't come, they barely twitched their mouths because of this flamboyant and funny performance.
"It's okay, I'll try my best to deal with Brother Dali." In the window seat of the milk tea shop, Tian Gang looked at Qiu Xue with concern, "It's on your side, is it really all right? Have you tried to call the police?"
"Yes, yes... However, for things like stalkers, the police say that they must be physically injured before they can call the police." Qiu Xue lowered her eyes in embarrassment.
"How could this happen." Tian Gang was a little discouraged and unhappy, "Wouldn't it be too late if something happened like that?"
"That's right... But after all, nothing substantive has happened. It would be too much trouble for them to ask the police to protect my personal safety all the time..." Qiu Xue's hands tightened her skirt.
Tian Gang sighed and said after a while:
"Otherwise, Xiaoxue, why don't you come and live with me for a while? I won't go back to the apartment. It's better to hide if you're being tracked down."
Qiu Xue thought for a few seconds, then nodded slightly.
At night, a bicycle gradually rode to the door of one of the townhouses, and there were occasional "squeaks" sounds during the process, obviously for some years.
The circle of light swept across the small flowerbed near the front door. A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes got off the old-fashioned bicycle, held the handlebar in one hand, and held a flashlight in the other, and went to the corner next to the door to lock the car with familiarity.
If the audience of Longguo is watching now, they will definitely be able to guess the general situation of this new character from the small details revealed: suspected staff, decent family, bicycles have not changed in old age, some nostalgia, it should be a gentle and down-to-earth company Small cadres. In a word, an honest person in a well-off family.
But Damon's focus is not on this. He has already had a little psychological shadow on this vague dark green. Seeing the overall atmosphere at this time, he has an ominous premonition in his heart.
The clerk took out the key and opened the door.
One of the rather imposing double security doors was pulled open. He relaxed and locked the door, then put on slippers, and let out a tired sigh in the familiar and stable environment.
"Honey, I'm back from overtime—"
The clerk walked towards the living room while taking off his suit jacket, sniffing lazily, "Huh? It's a bit spicy, what are you cooking tonight?"
He stopped.
A young man with light brown hair sat at the dining table a few meters away. He seemed to be eating, but he lifted his face from the dinner plate when he was disturbed by the sound, and turned his head to look here.
"...?"
The clerk blinked in confusion, and the look of the man opposite was so natural that for a moment he thought he had entered the wrong house.
After reconfirming the decoration in the next room, the staff asked blankly: "Uh, who are you?"
Mo Sen looked at the person, but didn't speak, his cheeks were still moving.
After chewing the food in his mouth, he put down the fork and walked to the kitchen without saying a word.
The staff stared blankly, completely unable to understand what the current situation was like.
He scratched his head with the hand that was not holding the briefcase, and continued to walk into the house without knowing it. After taking two steps, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his pupils shook violently.
A woman lay paralyzed in the shadow of the sofa. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com's hair was messy. She was lying face down on the ground, unable to see her face, but the styles of underwear and home clothes were familiar, so it was undoubtedly his wife.
The camera wobbled with the staff's shock, past the woman's bare shoulders, disheveled top and seemingly naked lower body.
Boom.
The briefcase fell from his hands and hit the floor.
The clerk knelt down tremblingly, watching his wife's miserable condition, his hands helplessly stopped in mid-air and trembling, trembling for a long time but did not dare to reach out to check her breath.
Mawson came out of the kitchen.
A reddish-brown shirt, baggy boxer briefs, two thin bare legs, and a knife in his hand.
Random updates tonight. There will be no gaps in the content before tomorrow afternoon, please feel free.
(end of this chapter)
