Chapter 21 Lions are also cats
North America, South.
The sky is filled with broken stars shrouded in the night, and long rays of light shine into the church through the glass dome.
The man in black walked through the long corridor of empty seats and bowed respectfully.
"...Sir, the time has come."
The man who was sitting in prayer slowly opened his eyes. His pupils were a gentle and pure amber color, lingering like a grand falling of maple leaves in autumn.
"Are we there yet?"
His voice was gentle and hoarse, "Today, God still did not give me any response."
The bodyguard seemed to want to say something but hesitated.
If you give a response, it's a horror movie...right?
The man interrupted calmly, "It's okay, I'll wait."
He raised his pale and clean hands and touched her forehead, the center of her chest, her left shoulder, her right shoulder, and finally he put his hands together and kissed her lips.
"God so loved the world."
"I will wait for the response to my prayers."
The devout believer whispered in the dim backlight: "Please give me the courage to change what I can change."
“…”
The bodyguard pushed the man in black out of the church, and the dusk made his shadow long.
"Sir," the bodyguard said respectfully, "something went wrong at Domestic Star Entertainment, and the shareholders are waiting for you to come forward and decide on the deal."
The evening breeze blew through the maple leaves, rustling them down, and the man folded his hands and placed them on his abdomen.
His eyes reflected the color of amber maple leaves, and he said calmly:
"What happened to him?"
The bodyguard respectfully handed over the phone with both hands, "Actor Shen has been caught up in a public controversy recently, and today he has terminated all of his existing contracts."
"Who did it?" the man asked in a gentle voice.
He has a typical oriental face, gentle and handsome, with an elegant temperament.
However, the bodyguards were always very cautious when facing him.
"Fang Siqian." The bodyguard lowered his eyes and replied, "According to Vice President Chu's investigation, there are only two possibilities. One, someone inside the company leaked the information; two, Fang Siqian has been to your office."
The second possibility of metaphor made the bodyguard's heart tremble slightly.
The man still maintained a comfortable posture with his head slightly tilted back.
After a long while, he asked, "Who is Fang Siqian?"
“…”
A person who is everywhere and yet no one knows him.
The bodyguard thought silently and said, "You once said that he looks three points like Mr. Shen."
"Three points."
The man curled his lips slowly, his amber eyes showing tenderness, "It's really rare."
I am somewhat similar to that person.
It was enough for him to gain a place in the world of fame and fortune.
The white dove circling outside the church landed on the man's pale hand.
He smiled and looked at the pigeon's beautiful neck tenderly. "He's being angry."
"He thinks I did it all."
The bodyguard said nothing, but nodded without denying, "Do you need me to tell Mr. Shen that you are not aware of this matter?"
Although it is not a direct cause, it is an indirect cause.
However, Mr. Shen controls nearly half of Star Entertainment's economic lifeline.
He is rotten as soon as he moves.
All those old guys on the board are finished.
“No need.”
The white pigeon that landed on the man's finger pecked at his ring lightly, as if it had not expected such an alluring fragrance, and it was so hard that it almost cracked its little mouth.
It flapped its snow-white wings and wanted to leave.
"Can't you see it, Mu Si?"
The man held the pigeon in his palm and said in an elegant and gentle voice, "It wants to leave me."
The bodyguard watched the white pigeon gradually lose its life in his palm in silence.
"Let him try."
The sound of a wheelchair rolling over the maple leaves on the ground, heading towards the end of the church.
"Without my protection, he will be unable to move forward."
The bodyguard watched his figure disappear among the maple leaves, then stretched out his long legs to follow him.
As an unprofessional NPC, he still shrugged and sighed in a rebellious manner.
"Who knows?"
"Perhaps, Mr. Shen left Star Entertainment and found that there are only good people outside."
He stretched out his long legs and walked through the sky full of maple leaves.
"Sir... please wait for me."
…
Early morning, Blue Gum City.
Shen Jixing sat at the semi-open bar, eating leisurely while swiping his fingers through the large number of unread email messages on his notebook.
'Shen Jixing, do you like to cry?'
Leng Bai's fingers paused slightly, and the hoarse and magnetic voice from last night echoed in his mind again.
"Then why...?"
'You cried when you first saw me?'
Shen Jixing's eyelashes were long and cold, and he had never thought deeply about his mood at that time.
So his answer last night was, "Maybe he was scared."
Zhou Yili: “?”
The drunken little lion looked up at him blankly.
"Like now." Shen Jixing's eyes were out of focus due to the swing below him. He felt dizzy and gently touched his shoulder with his hand, as if trying to hold back something. "Get off, I'm going to vomit if you shake me."
Zhou Yili looked at him intently for a long while.
He supported himself on one leg and stood firmly, then picked up the person by the thin waist.
"Coquettish."
Shaking twice can make you uncomfortable.
Where did this paper man come from?
He said this coldly, and then without waiting for an answer, he turned back to his room without looking back.
There is no answer either.
That was the only physiological reaction it had on him, Shen Jixing thought.
"Why are your ears red?"
The sound of lazy and unfocused footsteps came closer and closer. The drunken young master came over with tired eyes and leaned against the bar to drink a glass of cold water.
I glanced at him and the breakfast in front of me casually.
"Can you get hot if you drink some milk?"
Shen Jixing looked at him calmly and indifferently, "What do you think about milk?"
Why does this person always like to find fault?
Zhou Yili glanced at the corner of his thin lips nonchalantly, "No opinion, I don't like to drink."
He tilted his head back and poured a glass of cool water down his throat.
When I raised my eyes again, there was a card in front of me, pushed towards me by cold, slender fingers.
Shen Jixing said succinctly: "Three million."
Zhou Yili raised his eyebrows and looked at it for two seconds, "Password."
"1224."
Shen Jixing said without raising his head.
The person opposite him seemed quiet for a few seconds. When he looked up, Zhou Yili had already casually put the card into his trouser pocket.
It declared him officially penniless.
Shen Jixing closed his eyes calmly, "..."
Zhou Yili's brain was still feeling uncomfortable after being drunk, and it seemed that he came down just to drink a glass of water. He licked his lips lightly and planned to go back upstairs.
As if remembering something, he tapped the table twice with his long fingers.
He uttered a lazy "ah".
"You make money quickly here. Come back to me if you want to touch me later."
Shen Jixing: "..."
Zhou Yili curled his lips and chuckled happily, yawned lazily, and walked back with his arrogant blue hair fluttering.
This guy, both in appearance and personality, looks like a little lion cub that likes to bite people.
Likes to make trouble and attract the owner's attention.
Lions are also cats, Shen Jixing thought casually.
He stared at the man's tall and slender back, scanned his cold and superior shoulders, and suddenly called him in a low voice.
"Zhou Yili."
Zhou Yili seemed to pause and did not turn back.
"I've given you the money. I have a question." Shen Jixing raised his eyes to look at him, as cold and straightforward as ever, "Why are you helping me?"
Zhou Yili raised his cold eyes slightly.
In an atmosphere where the two of them had once had an ambiguous sweet relationship and now have broken up, this question was a bit too straightforward and explicit.
Even in another way, it is equivalent to——
Do you still like me?