Bennett felt particularly worried and palpitations today, not that with Theolod winning the Oscar, his weekly salary rose a lot, he was overwhelmed with excitement, of course, he was really excited, and when he got up early in the morning, he felt that the birds and flowers were kind to everyone, if he didn't see his boss in the meeting, then his good mood might last for a long time.

In fact, Mr. Pope is a little short-tempered at times, but he is a good person many times, and he treats his subordinates very righteously, and Bennett is more in awe than fear. So being called to a meeting early in the morning and seeing his boss wasn't what worried Bennett, it was really ......

Well, who is this idiot who starts giggling as soon as he gets distracted? Such Mr. Pope is simply terrible! Bennett, who was sitting on a small chair in the corner of the conference room holding a notebook, couldn't help but shake when he saw Natle in front of him slanting in front of him with that idiotic smile.

Yes, he did have a sense of awe for Nattel, but that didn't change the fact that he thought he was smiling like a fool! He had already begun to miss the powder keg boss who had either looked impatient in the previous meeting, or left in the middle of the meeting, or simply didn't come.

Hell, he was still kind to Herman, who was usually not on the right track, and even Marshall didn't interject when he spoke, but nodded frequently, which was simply terrifying! At that moment, Bennett, who missed the fear of being dominated by Nattel, sat in the corner with a small notebook and tried to reduce his presence, for fear that his boss would accidentally notice his presence and smirk at him.

After Theolod won the Oscar, his future career has of course changed dramatically, and his team naturally had to adjust accordingly in time. Every time there is a turning point in Theolod's career, Marshall will notify the rest of the team to have a meeting to discuss the future arrangements, from the script, clothing, endorsement, travel and other aspects, now he has become the youngest actor in history, of course, more than one grade higher than before in all aspects.

Originally, Herman would not have been able to be here, but since learning about Theolod's physical condition, Marshall has also included him in the team.

At this moment, Marshall, who had already discussed the work and made plans for the future, took the time to ask: "Is Theo better now?" This kid was in such good health before, but now he has a high fever as soon as he gets sick, and countless interviews and endorsements have to be postponed, not to mention the contact for new films. How did your assistant arrange his diet? ”

After he finished speaking, he looked at Bennett, who was sitting in the corner.

If it were a normal day, Nattle would have pouted and replied, "It's your business, Lao Tzu's people take good care of Lao Tzu, why don't you talk about the bar party", or a knife in the eyes and scolds Bennett and scolds him in the face, and by the way, he will be beaten up afterwards.

If Natle's reaction was really like this, Bennett felt a little relieved, but unfortunately today's Nattel obviously didn't know where to fly, and Marshall's reproachful tone said this, instead of exploding, he blinked, turned his head to look at Bennett who was squatting in the corner, stared at it for a while, and suddenly showed a stupid smirk, holding his chin with one hand and looking at Marshall.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry for our fault, Bennett has been working hard lately and maybe he hasn't thought it through in some ways, maybe I should give him a few paid time off to take a good rest and replace me with a few days to take care of Theo, and this morning he also said he wanted to eat frozen dumplings in Chinatown, Bennett has eaten up the backup he bought back, and I'll have to run away later."

…… Damn, look at this tone, I almost held Bennett's face and shouted a few times, "You kid is beautiful" and "My Theo is so cute".

Even Marshall was a little uncomfortable with such a Natle, he stared blankly at the Natel opposite him who was smirking except for a giggle, poked Herman beside him with his elbow slightly, lowered his voice and said stiffly: "Doctor, look at this kid, he ...... What's wrong with him? ”

Herman rolled his eyes: "It's stupid to fall in love." ”

"Natle has a partner? How the did I hear about it for the first time? Who is he and whom? Do you know the bottom? It can't be those rebellious girls, right? I don't want him to make a scandal or something about Theo......"

Herman squinted: "You're stupid in love." ”

"Damn, shall we just do it? My relationship with Amanda has nothing to do with it! ”

Unfortunately, Herman did not want to pay attention to Marshall's protests, he tapped the table with his pen, and said: "All right, rest assured, Mr. Lechter has been much better this morning, and last night the fever of 39 degrees dropped to 37.5 degrees, and it is not surprising that he will start to make some small ideas today." Mr. Upton, I advise you to throw away the script for "The Psycho in America" sooner rather than later, and that this book should not be used as bedtime reading for him. ”

"How do you know?!" Marshall and Natl shouted at the same time. Marshall meant how he knew he still had the script here, and Theorod was quite vaguely mentioning the film this morning. As for Natle, Herman, his concerns, are clear.

"Just a phone call away." He spread his hands and shrugged.

Natel was slightly stunned, the smirk on his face finally subsided, and his brow finally furrowed—much to Bennett's relief—and he finally resumed his hostility towards Herman.

In fact, Nattell's strangeness today is not so much that he is in love and stupid, but that he tastes a little sweetness and faints with sweetness, after all, strictly speaking, he has not been able to establish a relationship with his sweetheart and fall in love.

Leaving the recording hall and returning to Beverly's villa last night, Theolod's freshly dropped body temperature rose back to 39°C, and he collapsed on the bed in a daze, unable to move, startling Nattell. He cursed the damn talk show and cursed Herman for catching Theolod this morning, while he prepared hot water and capsules, and soaked oats in hot milk overnight.

Tossed until eleven o'clock in the evening, the temperature finally dropped a little, and if the trend continued, Natel would probably have to choose to send him to the hospital, and then it would lead to a lot of troubles. Just looking at Theorod lying on the bed with his sweaty pajamas, Natel thought that the anxiety thing had not diminished.

How can this be? Should he wipe him? The kind that strips naked?

Theorod understood Nattel's predicament, he squinted his eyes and forced himself to get up and go to the bathroom by himself, but was stopped by Natel without saying anything, he seemed to have made up his mind, took care of himself and made a basin of hot water, and helped Theorod take off his pajamas.

The skin of the person who was suffering from the fever took on a pink color that was almost erotic/lustful, and Theolod's skin was already very white, and at this moment, the white pink body and red cheeks full of color made Nattel's body stiffen almost instantly. It's a pity that Theolod doesn't seem to realize the attraction of his state to Nattel, seeing that Natle is grinding and not wanting to move, and thinking that he is not used to serving people like this, his hot hand grabbed his wrist, and blurted out a sentence without going through the paste brain: "If you don't want to move, it's okay, I'll ...... it myself"

"Ahem...... Ahem, no... It doesn't matter, how can you come by yourself and lie down well...... No, you're fine... Well, stay in bed, I'll help you. ”…… God bears witness! He Nathaniel Pop really doesn't want to think crookedly! He just...... I can't control it!

Natel hurriedly rolled up a hot towel to hide his embarrassment, and then he gently brushed the warm towel over Theorod's forehead and over his crimson cheeks. When the rough and soft towel brushed his sky-like eyes, Theolod instinctively closed his eyes, and Natel, who lowered his head, could see the curl of his eyelashes like a fan, like the wings of a cicada fluttering slightly, and then when he opened his eyes, he fell into the ocean full of water vapor, obviously misty and full of color/qi, but not contaminated with any desire/thought.

Peeking at the catch, Natel hurriedly looked away, the towel slid down his neck that always made him want to bite a bite, perhaps because his movements were a little heavier, and the place where the towel had been wiped left a red mark on his firm chest like a □□, that red stained his pink tip, giving it a very cute blush. Natel couldn't help but wipe it again, and he found that the little cutie gradually stood up, as if inviting him to take that point in his mouth, and let the tip of his tongue gently curl and wrap around, the image made his mouth dry just thinking about it.

He swallowed his saliva, closed his eyes, and the towel slipped down to the reverie mermaid line, and he seemed to hear the muffled grunt of the man beneath him, and Natle snapped his eyes open, only to realize that his towel seemed to be too low, almost touching the place that could not be touched.

"You don't have to wipe my panties with you, they'll get wet." Theolod softened his grip on Nattel's hand.

"Hold... I'm sorry! Natel immediately let go of his hand, turned around in a panic, threw the towel into the basin and took it out again.

The rest of the years were tormenting for Natle, and how he wished he could be this towel, slowly, kissing Theolod's body one by one, from his shoulders to his fingertips, from the tender flesh of his inner thighs to the toes, and then lingeringly away, leaving behind a pile of reverie-inducing heat...... Until he wiped his body and put on his new pajamas, Nattel's pounding heart still couldn't calm down.

And Theorod's actions after that made his heart beat to his throat.

"Thank you for your hard work today, Nat, I know you don't like to serve people." Theolod re-burrowed into the quilt said to Nattell.

No, you can't look at him like that, your misty eyes are too gentle and clear, and it will make him ashamed of these thoughts! Natel turned his head away, clenched his fists, and said in a dumb voice, "It's nothing, it's a big deal...... When you're well, you'll invite me to dinner again......"

"Well, I will, I'll do it for you." Theolod nodded, grabbed Nattel's arm, and straightened up, "It's getting late, you should go and rest, Nat, I'll be fine tomorrow." ”

“…… It's better to ...... like this."

"Ha, alright, don't be angry." Theolod thought that Nattel's dodge was angry, so he gently tugged at Nattel's sleeve and waited for him to look at it before saying, "I should give you a goodnight kiss, but I'm afraid I'm going to pass the cold to you......"

"Hmph, my body is ...... stronger than you," Natel could finish before he could finish his mouth with Theorod's palm. Before he could understand the other party's intention to do so, the next second, he found Theolod coming over.

Through his palm, he left a kiss on the back of his hand, against his lips.

"So be it, good night, Nat." Theolod cupped Nattel's cheek, his eyebrows bent, revealing a smile as gentle as water.

After that, Nattle giggled until the next morning. But the main owner apparently didn't take this matter to heart, and when Natel returned to Theorod's house from .a.'s mansion, the other party had already run downstairs and stretched his body, and vaguely Natel saw the mermaid line that felt incredible again.

"After lying down for so long, I feel like my whole body is rusty." Theorod turned his head and shoulders, "I'm going to go outside for a few laps, are you going?" ”

“…… Forget it, you're just right, be careful and have a fever again. ”

"Alright then, maybe I should go to Marshall, he should be desperate for me to show up in front of him right away, save him from the invitations, and especially let me hurry up and book the next movie."

"By the way, the script for 'American Psycho' has already been thrown away by Marshall, so don't fight its idea."

“…… Oh, Nat, how can I ...... even you"

Hearing the word "also", Natel chuckled in his heart, and then, unfortunately, in Theorod's whispered muttering, he heard the name "Herman".

Fuck Herman! In the morning, when he went out, he called Theolod to harass him, and he hadn't counted it yet! He knew that this sulpkey had bad intentions! 166 Reading Network