[Quick Transmigration] Blame me for the abuse

I will go to N city tomorrow.

——L·S

Ivan was holding a glass of champagne. Elsie, who was talking next to him just now, saw his serious expression and stepped aside consciously.

suddenly.

——I·S

He pinched the bow tie, and Vincent over there glanced this way, and Elsie gave a concerned look while talking to the lady next to Vincent.Ivan pursed his lips and sent another message.

Do you need me to pick you up?

——I·S

The screen lights up quickly.

if you have time.

——L·S

I will depend on the situation.

——I·S

Ivan lowered his eyes, and Elsie lightly bumped his shoulder.

"Miss Hall is over there, why don't you go and say hello first?"

Ivan nodded, and by the time the three of them finished dealing with Vincent Hall's powerful sister, the banquet had already begun for a while.Ladies wearing all kinds of expensive evening dresses are like glasses of intoxicating whiskey, while gentlemen in the upper class are happy to appreciate the seductive brilliance of wine from a reserved distance.

But obviously, none of the three people who attracted the most attention showed much interest. This fact inevitably distracted some ladies. The upstarts in the social circle, so more men or women set their sights on those new faces.

And here, Elsie, who seldom escapes the center of gaze, is tall and straight, with a pair of unusually serious ice blue eyes under the golden eyelashes. Under the probing gaze of a new movie actress opposite, she politely and reservedly turns aside out of sight, asked Ivan:

"What happened just now, you don't look natural."

Ivan showed a slightly helpless smile.

"Louis is coming to N City."

"Oh, okay." Holding the glass and twisting his neck casually, Vincent Hall sighed in surprise: "Mr. I have been to country E."

Ivan just smiled and didn't answer, but Elsie, who has always been serious, frowned. After thinking for a while, he asked tentatively, "Is it because of a personal matter?"

"perhaps."

Ivan stared at the golden liquid in the glass like the warm sun. The liquid seemed intoxicating to others, like the end of a soothing violin melody at a banquet and the lady's ivory-white graceful back, until the light blue eyes were dyed a slightly drunken gold.

This man has the cleanest and hardest-to-penetrate pupils, but he has the most mundane and appropriate smile.

He lightly brushed the mirror of the watch on his wrist, the smooth surface was smooth and cold, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"He wants to see someone."

Young people with nothing to do gathered in the dark of the street, their faces of different skin colors were wrapped in pullovers, and they breathed out a cool air, beer bottles rolled down by the trash can in the corner, and the smell of Thai curry was floating in a certain corner. In a short-lived air, with a spicy and strong fragrance, it finally disappeared at a corner with heavy traffic.

Locke was still burying himself in the files in his hand, his legs were crossed, a pile of folders, beer bottles and takeaway bags that hadn't been cleaned up on the chaotic desktop, and the oil stains and the leftover food were obviously not good. The air freshener, on the contrary, is like an overly thick blanket, which gets tighter and tighter indoors, expecting you to throw it off.

The man at the table has a handsome face that is not ordinary. In people's perception, he should always wear a sexy leather jacket, order a glass of wine at the bar, and use his deep eyes and casual smile Rescuing the lonely and boring ladies in the middle of the night, but he just rubbed his face, typed the last few letters of a sentence on the keyboard, and leaned back on the chair.

"Boss, I'm leaving."

The young policeman waved his hand and gave Locke a relaxed smile familiarly.

Locke waved his hand and signaled him to hurry up with a look of unrequited love.There is too much backlog of miscellaneous things, drug-addicted teenagers in the rebellious period and young girls who ran away from home, these people pile up into periodic trifles, big and small, as well as the annual report ordered by him from above, let them It is still chaotic and busy when there is no major case.

He picked up the phone and wanted to send Ivan a message, but his mind flickered when he touched the screen.

Under the vast darkness, this small space was filled with enough bright lights, and his eyes were slightly blurred. His fingertips rested on the too common name, and he suddenly became curious about what he was doing now.

I'm going back tonight and I'm wondering maybe there isn't a hot girl or hot guy in the house so tonight wouldn't be a good time to go back?

——L·R

He picked up his coffee and took a big sip, then began to flip through the documents absent-mindedly. By the way, he was thinking hard and editing his report on the computer, but he couldn't control the image of that person appearing in his mind over and over again, as if he had existed for a long time but never A plant that was discovered, after finally being exposed to the sun, began to occupy a place silently and domineeringly. It has a strong root system and silently stains a certain area with its own smell. It belongs to the leaves, which are light and difficult to attract disgusted.

But before he knew it, chaotic and huge noises began to roar in his brain, and the sound of distant wheels passing by on the street made him struggle to escape in the gap between his thoughts. He glanced at his phone, still is a dark screen.

"DAN MIT!"

He shook his head, panicked by his wobbling and the headache that hadn't recurred for a long time. He once thought he didn't care, that inexplicable blankness.Crying for unwillingness to break through the thick barrier at every weak and sharp moment, deal him a heavy blow, and return that rare clarity to chaos again.

He clearly knows why he relies on Ivan, not because he is a perfect and restrained partner, the harmony and tacit understanding between the two, mutual non-aggression of private space and respect for each other's secrets, that is a kind of unknown And the compensation that came up was used to fill the gap that was leaking in that moment.

And he clearly knew that Ivan was the same.

Ivan and him are not lovers in the usual sense. They are too restrained from each other, as if they are soul mates who only enjoy spiritual integration, but he knows they are not.Between them lies a forbidden order, written at the deepest part of the relationship.when possible.

It is natural to be reserved and retreat, and it is only natural to respect each other as guests.

It is impossible to guess that this strange getting along comes from the tacit cooperation between the two, or one person deliberately doing it and the other person going with the flow, or as the rare insider and friend Elsie said, it is too different from his legend. There is a fragile and arrogant resistance to a certain kind of human emotion in the genes of the unreasonable big brother.

However, they can't be regarded as dereliction of duty in this relationship. Ivan is gentle and understands each other enough. Locke's casual and occasional tenderness and delicateness. When conflicts arise, they deal with them rationally and calmly. They maintain a distance of concern but are always alert to the slightly dangerous pouring out.

This is an extremely fragile balance, based on the emotions of two mature adult men who may be mature enough. It comes from every small but just right change in life, from a logical acquaintance to a reasonable acquaintance, they Every step seems to be taken carelessly and exquisitely, like the notes that are struck out one by one after being designed. After the emotions are slowly added, the audience cannot understand the deep meaning.

And after that person appeared, he found that this exquisitely unfolded, built, and already mature relationship began to have subtle but warning cracks.

He regretted a little, for that boring message sent by his hand.

But at this moment, the screen was like an inappropriate joke of a stupid gentleman on some serious occasions. When it suddenly lit up, Locke felt a moment of stiffness.

Oh, maybe I'll have a few hot pizza ladies in the freezer from the one around the corner, maybe Mr. Locke will get a taste of them tonight, who knows.

—— T·G

Those warning and danger calls in capital letters continued to scream and tear in his brain. He propped his head on one hand, and the corners of his mouth were a little pale because of the familiar pain, but he still couldn't restrain the upturned corners of his mouth.

Maybe I'll take home extra fried chicken and a couple of cold beers, Miss Pizza would love that.

——L·R

It was dark on the table, and there were taxis silently rowing into the dense traffic on the street.

Brad's Twitter was updated with a message.

It's out next week.

The sandbag next to the living room was shaken by Tom for a while. He was holding his mobile phone. After replying to Locke, he lay back on the sofa in the living room, smiled, and commented like many fans:

Definitely going to catch the midnight opening, Your Excellency the Duke of Bedford.

On the other side of the screen, Brad, who was exhausted in the hotel, smiled, his wet hair was still dripping, but his green eyes exuded some illusory and soft pheromone because of his soft smile, from his deep The contours of the eyes, the straight bridge of the nose, and even every inch of the undulating skin surface exudes.Under his deep outline, due to lack of sleep, he showed some unconcealable paleness, and his calm and reserved appearance in front of the camera appeared softer, which made the managers who were talking to him tremble.

"what happened?"

Brad selected a photo and posted it on Twitter. Eric, the agent, came over to take a look, and sat down on the sofa again with a grin.

Some celebrities will deliberately not register Facebook or Twitter accounts to isolate the influence of the Internet, and naturally some people are willing to be in it.Brad is undoubtedly a likable type, that is, cheerful and funny, yet elegant and talkative enough. He belongs to the kind of man who cannot be rejected, with the enthusiasm and charm of American men and the restraint and restraint of British style.And his superb acting skills and demeanor have attracted more popularity after his first series as a supporting role.

Between the filming of the new movie and the promotional period between the release of the previous movie, Brad really likes to use the Internet to communicate with his fans.Whether it is the frequently updated Facebook, INS and Twitter, or the love of wandering on various websites, Brad, who is naturally good at these, is like a magnet, attracting more and more people's attention in a short period of time.

And this picture posted on Brad's Twitter will obviously make fans even more excited.

Of course, some people will properly disclose their private circles, some irrelevant party photos, some daily private afternoon teas and beach parties, and some people who pay attention to privacy will of course have scruples. I deliberately chose a photo of Tom and Brad in the university dormitory with a blurred back. The brown-haired man was typing on the keyboard at the computer. Cracking at the screen is not considered a reserved smile.

"This guy said he'd catch the premiere, so I should believe him."

Brad was distracted to respond to a few questions from the agent, and he received Tom's message after discussing the role of the new movie.

"Even my background is so blurred that maybe Lee can't see it. I should thank you? If I'm in a good mood, I might fly to the set to work for Mr. Gleason for a few days during the school holidays.

——T·G”

"Congratulations, Mr. Green.

——B·G”

Tom, who just got back from a men's football night with Locke, was showing some discomfort the next day because of too much high-calorie food like fried chicken, and sometimes cute girls are always good at adding to the man's door More minor annoyances.

Tom pouted his mouth with some headaches, but Ada, who had recently been promoted to Brad's fan girl, obviously didn't show any sympathy for him.

"Okay, I will, Ada. Signature and a greeting from your Brad, I remember, so, you must help me keep this a secret, okay?"

After the very careful girl rushed into Tom's room politely and anxiously just now, she launched a series of tests on Tom, and after being helplessly admitted by Tom who patronizes the private space countless times, she successfully confirmed that he is Brad Gleeson —a friend of the most attractive actor in her eyes.Ada smiled smugly, she raised her face, and her snow-white neck showed a youthful but reserved elegance.

"I'll do it, thank you, Mr. Green."

"I think I'll try to ask your Uncle Locke for a good dinner as compensation. By the way, did Henry give him the books he left at home?"

"yeap."

Ada turned her head to the side, obviously learned from Locke, a pair of ice-blue pupils looked directly at Tom, with some cuteness and pretentious mature ridicule unique to girls.

"Uncle Ivan seems to be very busy recently, I'm glad you bullied Locke during this time."