MTL - Doomsday Bosses Win the Entertainment Industry-Chapter 995 "Rain of the Day" Screening (2)
Wang Dali turned his head with a "swoosh": "Do you know him?"
"Should know... well." Tian Gang's tone was a little more alienated, "I'm not sure, I haven't seen him for a long time."
"How about others?" Wang Dali asked.
Tian Gang withdrew his gaze from the window and stared at the table: "...I don't know. I haven't had much contact with Mo Sen, so I'm not very familiar with it."
"Why don't you go and talk to him." Wang Dali said.
"Ah?" Tian Gang looked embarrassed, "This—"
"What's the matter, just help me with information." Wang Dali urged, "What if he really intends to do something bad to my Little Snow Girl?"
Tian Gang had a bitter face, he was not good at rejecting others, and he owed Wang Dali a fresh kindness, so he had to leave his seat and walk to the outdoor seating.
In the ashtray on the wooden table, there are a few cigarette butts lying in disorder, and it has been covered with a shallow layer.
Subtle scratching sound.
Grabbing the cigarette case with one hand, the knuckles are very convex, the blood vessels are more convex, the thin back of the hand seems to have been cut through the epidermis and embedded in a cyan net, bulging out terrifying and hideous veins on the skin.
The cigarette case was more than half empty, the packaging was soft and collapsed, and the hand reached in and took out a cigarette. The gloomy-looking man put it in his mouth, skillfully took out a lighter to light it, leaned his neck forward, and soon a puff of smoke came out of his mouth.
Tian Gang bypassed the seat beside the glass door, clasped and rubbed his hands uneasily, and leaned slightly when he got closer:
"That... are you Mawson?"
The man looked up, and there was a half-second or a second of stillness in the air, which was inexplicably breathless.
Tian Gang hurriedly smiled and pointed to his face:
"I'm Tian Gang. That's it, Tian Gang, who was in your class in the first year of high school."
"...Oh, it's you. Long time no see."
Mo Sen made a sound, his voice was sweet and hoarse, fluttering, and his tone could not be described as a surprise, but there were still some ups and downs.
"Hmm...haha..." Tian Gang smiled dryly, trying to start with his hair color, starting a conversation on a non-painful topic. After a few short back and forth, he successfully sat down opposite his former classmates.
Only then did the lens change, and it was given to Mawson's upper body.
Colton, who was off-screen, could not help wrinkling his face.
The man in front of him looked very bad. The two eyebrows under the light brown hair were like a pair of worms with rich color and burrs. The brows were furrowed tightly. The months of frowning made the depression completely grow on the top of the bridge of the nose, and the wrinkles were so deep that even the most powerful massage therapist could not rub it away.
He squinted, Colton had a similar look when he was stabbed by the sun, but he was different, the bulging eyeballs, puffy eyelids and faint puffy dark circles were too conspicuous on the pale face , Colton stared at his obvious cheekbones, and for a moment wondered if the man named "Mawson" was a drug addict.
"…"
Colton leaned back in his chair without a trace. UU reading www. uukanshu.com
The picture shows the front of Mawson, although he did not look at the audience across the screen, but those straight eyes made Colton feel an indescribable sense of oppression, and subconscious resistance and avoidance arose in his heart.
This feeling is even different from Damon and the others. No matter what the latter says, there is still light in his eyes - even if it is not a kind light at times, he still looks energetic and "alive".
But Mawson seemed to be dead, like a lifeless ghost.
Colton couldn't help moving his throat. He knew that he was rejecting people like Mawson, but somehow he felt a strange closeness to Mawson.
like...
like the same kind.
Like himself from the far future.
(End of this chapter)
