Theolod didn't know how Grant had found out about the relationship between him and Nattell, and he wasn't sure if he knew that Natle would be here before they sent him to the coffee shop, and the only thing he was sure of was that the clever doctor must have known that his illness was actually related to this troublesome emotional problem, so he came up with this idea to try to get him and Natel to be honest and honest.

Realizing that he was plotted by Grant, Theolod couldn't help but secretly spit on his carelessness, and on the other hand, he had to think irritably, how could he be open and honest with Nattell? Hell, Grant Miller, of course, he didn't know that he had made it clear enough to Nattell, what else could he say? No matter how he refused, whether he sang white face or □□ face, Natle still did not give up.

To be honest, he really didn't know what to do, even if his mental age showed that he had experienced enough human affairs, but Theorod had never dealt with it like this...... How to put it, the relationship between the two of them should be described as complicated, he has never dealt with such a suitor who is inextricably linked to him.

In the past, those people naturally retreated after he kept his distance and politely refused.

Natle was the first guy to force him into playing scumbag, and the result seemed to backfire on a deep kiss.

Thinking of that kiss last night, a strange embarrassment and crampedness made a sentence blurt out of Theorod's mouth: "He's just a friend, or a friend of a friend, he's Herman's old days." ”

Someone sitting across from him raised his eyes slightly from the newspaper and glanced at Theorod.

…… Oh,**, what the hell is he talking about?!Theorod held his forehead, he found that this old guy was still so bad at the field, he was so flustered that he didn't choose to speak, it wasn't because of innocence or anything else, Theorod reflected seriously for a moment, he was sure that it was because of his lack of experience in falling in love, and he looked like an immature hairy boy now.

In comparison, as far as he knew, Natel was much more experienced than he was, and in every aspect, the children were really not cute.

"I know how wide you make friends and how good you are at showing off your social charm, which you have never bothered your agent, and you rarely offend anyone in the industry except for film critics. Now it seems that I'm suddenly a little unsure whether your ability to make everyone fall in love with you is good or bad, my friend. Natel flipped the page of the newspaper in a strange tone.

"The entertainment industry needs to be exquisite, this is a conventional skill. Disguising his clumsy side, Theolod smiled warmly at the waiter who had passed him and asked him for an autograph. The elusive paparazzi will help him use his eight-sided ingenuity to shape his reputation.

"Yes, it does at work, and it helps your career. But I have to wonder if your ability to act on the spot means that no one can really get into your heart. Natel looked up from the newspaper, his gray-blue eyes almost piercing Theolod's entirety, "You can be kind and welcoming to anyone, but in the blink of an eye, they disappear from your eyes, leaving no trace." ”

Theorod looked at Natel and didn't speak. What he said is the truth, Theorod will not deny that most of the friendships in the entertainment industry are played on the spot, try to get along with other people as much as possible, expand their social circle, and benefit themselves, almost all the old birds who have been mixed in Hollywood for many years are used to this, and Theorod is the same, this is not that he deliberately despises each other, but just a simple, inertia of being in the world.

It's just that when Nattle said these words clearly and put them on the table, Theorod would be more or less uncomfortable.

"Do you remember what you were like when you were a kid? You would never say a word to someone you didn't know, even in front of acquaintances, but at least I could feel your sincerity at that time. And yet now...... I'm really a little unsure, Theo, I'm not sure if you have a place for me in your heart, and if you still have me in your eyes. Natel said, lowering his eyes, his face looking very calm, except for the brows between his brows.

Theorod was slightly stunned, he didn't expect Natel to be so cranky, could it be that the scumbag things he said to him before, made him mistakenly think that he had never regarded him as a friend, and once he soared, he abandoned his old friend who helped him in difficult times?

"How is this possible? Nat, your place in my heart has never changed, and you are one of the most important people in me. Theorod didn't understand why he suddenly relented and was in a hurry to defend himself, and it was only when he saw the flash of the smile on the other person's face that he reacted - hell, he was tricked again!

“…… No, I mean—"

"I'm going to buy a cup of coffee, don't worry, I'll bring you a piece of cake back. Without waiting for him to finish, Natel suddenly got up and walked to the ordering table without looking back. The smug smile on his lips was so obvious that even if he took advantage of him and slipped away, Theolod could still catch his cocked tail wagging away.

Theolod shook his head with a smile, he was completely out of order, he really wasn't as energetic as these kids.

When Natel returned, he brought Theorod a piece of strawberry mousse and placed it on the table that had just been cleaned by the waiter. Then, he flipped to a certain page of the newspaper, turned it around, and pushed it in front of Theorod.

Theolod glanced at it, this is the entertainment section, half of the page writes about D.N.A.'s Christmas party last night, and naturally mentions him, by the way - probably seeing that he is empty and does not bring any female companions - the reporter also gossips about his future "girlfriend", and lists the female stars who have had "scandals" with him one by one.

"You've been single for too long, Theo, it's not normal at your age, and all the reporters in the entertainment section are racking their brains every day to make up your scandal. ”

"Did I think it was the agent's job to arrange a 'fake couple' hype for me, or did Marshall hint at you and let you talk to me about it?" Theolod tasted the strawberry mousse, and the sweet and sour taste made him squint his eyes slightly in satisfaction and replied nonchalantly.

“…… No, of course not, you misunderstood. The other party's complete failure to take the bait discouraged Natl a little, but it was not yet time to give up.

"Actually, if you really have the right person, you don't have to hide it, being single for too long is really a problem, so I don't mind deliberately hyping it up to those reporters. Theorod shrugged. With his eyesight, he could naturally see what Natl was trying to say, but he didn't mind playing dumb and continued to follow through on his cold policy towards Nattel's various pursuit hints.

Moreover, he was telling the truth, he really didn't have any opinion on this matter, and Marshall also stuffed him with a "fake couple" during a certain period of his last life, so that he could avoid the limelight of that incident and break up.

Nattel's face changed and changed in his afterglow, and Theolod thought at first he would frown and say to him, "Do you need such a bastard?" - because his face was really not very good-looking, and then he thought he would continue to say something like a confession - because his expression of desire to stop speaking had already revealed his thoughts.

But in the end, Natel glanced at the passers-by around him, lowered his voice somewhat cryptically, and said to Theorod: "I didn't forget last night, it wasn't impulse, it wasn't revenge, but I wanted to do it." ”

Theorod gradually tightened his fork.

"And, I want to ask you again, does that sentence count?"

- Are you asking me to make a deal?!!!

-- You started first. Natel raised an eyebrow, leaned his legs back into the chair, and crossed his hands on his knees.

It seems that what he wanted to deceive Natel turned into a pit he dug for himself. Theolod looked at the other party's eyes calmly and nodded slightly: "Of course, the time and place, you will decide or I will decide." ”

Theolod didn't say a word, Nattel's fingers tightened a little, his hand was already firmly clasped on his knee, whether he had such an intention or not, Theorrod's words completely confused him, but he didn't want to show weakness to look away from his eyes, he could only tense his muscles, try to control his mouth and tongue, let them listen to his own call.

"Waiting for you... Waiting for you to come back from Italy. ”

"Yes, we can go to the house in Beverly Hills, I haven't been back to see it in a long time. ”

"Okay, I'm fine. ”

"Now that we've negotiated, it's proof that you've accepted my previous request, and I'm glad you've figured it out. ”

“…… As long as you don't run away when the time comes. ”

“…… You should say this to yourself as well. ”

Theolod got up and strode out of the coffee shop, the winter Los Angeles sun shining on him, but he still felt chills all over his body. Theolod rubbed his hands, only to find that his palms were covered with cold sweat.

Natel, who was sitting in place, did not gradually let go of his pale fingers until Theorod left, and he looked at the strangulation marks between his fingers and shook his hand to ease the numbness caused by ischemia. Theolod's calm and casual appearance just now was so perfect that Natel, who had tried to restrain himself, seemed a little stiff in comparison.

The coffee shop on the table only had a small piece of today's signature cake, which was a little strange to Theorod, if it was not unpalatable to the point of unacceptability, under normal circumstances, for gourmet pastries, he would not refuse.

After today's farewell, Theolod never saw Natel again. With the arrival of December 19th, Theolod packed his luggage and arrived at Venice Marco Polo International Airport with Jude, who had not been seen for more than half a month. Philip was not able to join the ski group due to temporary reasons, which is a bit regrettable.

The resort in Cortina d'Ampezzo sent an SUV to take the five people from the locomotive to the villa, and it took them nearly four hours to reach the villa on a snowy day, winding mountain roads and slow drives. Cortina d'Ampezzo's temperature was more than a star and a half lower than Los Angeles's, which made Theolod, who was almost accustomed to the Los Angeles climate, a little uncomfortable, but fortunately, the whole villa rented by five people was heated around the clock, which stopped him from running his snot that kept flowing.

Everyone made an appointment for the next day's meeting time and returned to their respective rooms. The resort had prepared the ski equipment and placed it in their rooms long before they arrived, and as soon as Theolod opened the door, he saw blue skis leaning against the wall, matching ski boots and ski poles. His room was right next door to Jude, and Jude took the opportunity to make up the basics of skiing for Theolod, and patiently "taught" him how to put on skis.

Seeing that he was so enthusiastic, Theorod, who had long been familiar with skiing, pretended to "learn" it. Of course, there is still a gap between the actual operation and the rhetoric on paper, and Jude did not intend for Theolod to master the essentials of skiing overnight. But the other party's talent for learning to ski after falling a few times the next day and skiing quite smoothly made Jude secretly compare himself and stuffed it for a long time.