Many filmmakers, no matter how much material their film has, no matter whether their film can win the award as they wish, before the film is released, no matter what media they face, they will show full confidence. Not to mention, "The Genius Ripley" was originally a film that hit the Oscars, so although many people were surprised that Anthony actually said such a confident big word, it didn't take long for them to put this matter in the back of their minds.

There are too many similar rhetoric in these Oscar candidates, and this is not the only one that has the chance to win, what's so strange? None of them said that they must win the award this year, and they have nothing to hype. Therefore, even those newspapers that are afraid that the world will not be chaotic are just casually hyped up for a few days and then exposed.

However, although the media industry seems to be calm on the surface, in fact, there is an undercurrent, homosexuality is a sensitive topic after all, it is best not to touch too much, and it is not appropriate to mention it too much before seeing the movie itself, just a few words of ridicule to show concern, as for the release...... That's easy to do – mind you, at that time they were just judging the film as not a minority.

Shortly after the end of "Oprah's Talk Show", Theolod continued to fly around the United States in order to cooperate with the promotion of the film, fortunately, he did not have to continue to fly to the other side of the ocean as the premiere approached, but Rao was so, and his itinerary was almost full, many times he was in one city in the morning, had to fly to another city for the night in the afternoon, and then had to get up early the next morning to catch the plane to the third city.

This is the promotion of the Oscar-winning movies as the awards season approaches, and he has long been accustomed to spending day after day on the plane in his previous life - almost once a year - although he has not been able to continue to "enjoy" Oscar-level movie promotion treatment for a long time in his life, nor has he had his own comfortable luxury plane, but he has adapted quite quickly.

However, just because he can adapt doesn't mean that other people can adapt too, for example, Bennett, who has to follow Theolod all the time, has a pair of swollen eyes and dark circles almost every day, and Maggie is also worried about his irregular routine, she has complained to him more than once that he should eat and sleep on time, and it is better to rely on other people to go home obediently, but unfortunately most of her calls are not well timed, she has called more than once, and it happened to be an interview or flying, and the phone was turned off.

Herman, who had been paying close attention to Theolod's physical and emotional condition, was also busy at this time, and the intensive publicity work meant increasing physical and mental pressure, and after asking for an itinerary from Marshall, Theolod could always receive a call from his doctor to remind him to take medicine before going to bed.

Natl is also a needle, thanks to his status as the head of logistics, every trip of Theorod is handed over to Bennett by his hand, and he naturally knows when Theorod is free and when he will be too busy to even take a sip of water.

Yes, his busy schedule is what he arranges, and he will continue to be busy until around Christmas.

And, yes, he also knew that according to Theolod's busy state, it would be okay to celebrate his birthday together or something, he could find time to make a phone call before midnight was a luxury, and it was normal for him to be so busy that he forgot about it.

It is undeniable that although Natel is also a big man now, although it may seem that he is a little hypocritical and cowardly, he does care if he can hear Theorod say happy birthday to him every year, especially in this situation - Natel really doesn't understand why after everything is said, Theorod can still maintain a similar attitude and state as before, as if nothing happened to the two of them before. Think about last year's birthday in a deliberate awkwardness...... That's terrible, even for someone's mental state, you can't hide that terrible feeling!

However, he didn't want to deliberately schedule this day to another time for his own selfish purposes. This will not only increase Theorod's workload, but also, it is too unprofessional, since the other party trusts him to put the work in his hands, he must be worthy of this trust, Theorod's attitude towards work is obvious, and he, obviously, knows what it means to distinguish between public and private.

Besides, if Theorod wants to keep the relationship between the two within the bounds of ordinary best friends, then he can't push it too hard, can he? Anyway, he didn't want his mind to be too obvious, well, he just didn't want to.

As for why? It's so embarrassing!

So, driven by this awkward and arrogant mood, Nattle spent his twenty-third birthday like every other day. Helen and Corria had long been accustomed to Nattell's "bad boys" habit of running out to hang out with their fox friends on his birthday than spending time at home with his mother and sister, and they went to work and school as usual after Natle said happy birthday to him when he went out in the morning.

And what about Nattle? Naturally, he ran back to North Las Vegas, where he went crazy for a day, and when he got on the plane back, he was drunk and couldn't find North, if it weren't for the task ordered by Theorod the next day, maybe he would have stayed in his own casino and turned into a puddle of mud.

The distance between Los Angeles and North Las Vegas is not far, and it takes just over an hour by plane. Nattle was in a drunken state all day, and it wasn't until he got into his men's car and came home that he was a little sober, of course, compared to the daytime, and his head was still a little dizzy and his steps were slightly unsteady.

Standing at the door, he took out the key several times before aiming at the keyhole, but before he could insert the key in its entirety, the door opened on its own.

The door didn't close at all?!

Nattle suddenly came to his senses, and he looked fixedly, and with his previous experience, it was not difficult to find that the door lock had been forcibly pried open by something, and even the doorway lights were broken, and the glass slag was at his feet.

Given that it was eleven or twelve o'clock in the evening, maybe one or two o'clock in the morning, there was no one on the streets of the residential area, and there was a dead silence all around except for the street lamps.

He cautiously pushed the door open, and the porch was dark and dark, and I didn't know what invisible danger was hidden. He doesn't know if his family is safe if ......

Nattel slowed his breathing, crouched down, stared at the darkness of the room, and quickly and lightly picked up a shard of glass, clutched it tightly in his hand, pressed it slightly, and walked sideways into the room.

If something really happens, whoever it is, he'll definitely let them know that he's messed with the wrong person. Nattel kept his eyes composed, forced down the discomfort of the hangover on his body, and tried to let his hands and feet move lightly in a little disobedient.

Suddenly, the moment he walked into the porch, he noticed someone and pounced on him.

Without thinking, Nattle followed his fighting instincts, shook his body, swerved his feet, and slammed down on the enemy, slamming them against the wall, and then strode forward, one hand against the enemy's chest, while the other hand holding the shard of glass pressed the sharp edge against the man's carotid artery. But the opponent's reaction speed was also very fast, and almost at the moment when Nattel's glass shards pressed up, the man's elbow quickly touched Nattel's Adam's apple, making it difficult for him to go further.

Before he could make a move, the next second, he heard a very familiar muffled grunt, and he didn't have time to realize what it meant, because the light on the porch suddenly came on.

“surprise！ ......" Behind him, the excited voices of a group of people sounded, accompanied by streamers spraying from behind him. But the cheers didn't last, obviously because of Nattle's offensive posture at this time, but also because of the man he suppressed. The cheers lasted for a second before they were replaced by an abrupt halt and an awkward silence, leaving only flakes of colored sequins slowly falling.

The sudden light caused Nattel's eyes to squint slightly, and soon his gaze returned to normal, the first thing that caught his eye was the scarlet that ran down his fingers like thin threads, and the jade-white neck and stubble-free chin that he was so familiar with that he had stared at many times when no one knew it.

Nattle froze in place, and the glass shards in his hand fell to the ground.

He must have been drunk enough to hallucinate, so he saw Theolod being pinned against the wall, smiling crookedly, as if he didn't care about the wound on his neck, and he must have been crazy to feel that the terrible blood on his swan-necked neck made his aggressive teasing smile look unusual...... Demon Ye.

Yes, he must not be awake yet, otherwise how could he see Theorod here who was supposed to be in Houston? At that moment, the relaxation of vigilance allowed the alcohol that had been suppressed to invade Nattel's brain again, and he almost instinctively moved closer to Theorod, but what awaited him was the sweetness that came to him-

At the moment when Natel's face came over, Theolod did not hesitate to send the cake that he had been holding in his other hand to the face of Natel, who was coming up, with a "pop".

"Happy birthday, Mr. Pope, at this moment I want to set an example for everyone to understand that when trying to surprise Mr. Pope, you must think about your own life and wear protective clothing." Theolod smiled and pushed away the one that had been dumbfounded on the cake, and wiped the blood with the back of his hand.

"God! Theo, are you alright?! "The first one to call out was Coria, who is a fan girl." Brother, why aren't you so drunk that you can't find your way home?! You almost murdered Mylord! ”

It's over, it's over...... Completely sober, Natel only had this one word echoing in his head, and he actually ...... If it weren't for Theolod's quick reaction to stop him in time, otherwise this ...... just now

After completely sobering up, Natel found that he was already in a cold sweat now, and he had long since ignored the cake on his face, and he only dared to sit cautiously and restlessly in the farthest corner from Theorod at the moment, nervously looking at Theorod who was letting Herman bandage his wounds not far away, no matter how much Helen and the others persuaded him.

"You guys were so careless just now, just a little bit." Herman whispered as he bandaged Theolod.

"Doctor, I'm sure you can see that this wound is small because it was actually a little bleeding at the time, and it looks a little scary, and it will heal soon."

Theorod shrugged indifferently. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that at that time, in order to protect this cake, with Theorod's skills that had practiced fighting and often exercised, it was impossible to say who would be more miserable, after all, he was a very dedicated actor.

Of course, even if he didn't do anything at that time, nothing would happen to him, at most the wound would be bigger. Natle had a good idea, but he hadn't yet sobered up, and his limp movements and skewed course were very different from what he had expected.

"I can see it." Herman said casually, "I mean, your cake is quite timely. ”

Theolod finally realized what Herman was talking about, and given that he was also a cupboardman, he could see some things clearly, and just ......, "Oh, so you care more about that piece of cake than my personal safety?" You're a pretty dedicated doctor. ”

"As your psychiatrist, I really should care more about the cake." Herman glanced at him, a look that silenced Theolod.

Next, he took out the bandage again and began to wrap it around his neck, and now, Theolod could not remain silent.

"I think maybe a band-aid is better?"

"That's right, but the visual effect of the bandage is more obvious to someone."

Even if Herman didn't have a glance in the direction of "someone", Theolod could understand who he was talking about. He glanced in Nattell's direction, and sure enough, his face turned white. Seeing this, Theolod frowned and grabbed Herman's wrist to stop.

"Forget it, give me a band-aid, it's better not to make this kind of joke." As he said this, Herman's almost paralyzed face flashed with a bit of amusement, and as soon as he raised his eyebrows, he heard Theorod continue with a serious and reprimanding face, "How old are you, Herman, Natel is still young, he just knows what is wrong, and joking about other people's health is not what an elder should be." ”

“…… I know. He finally understood why the two had not been together until now. Herman resisted the urge to twitch the corners of his mouth, and looked down to find a band-aid in the pillbox.

Because of this action, he missed the wicked smile that flashed at the corner of Theorod's mouth. 166 Reading Network