Sure enough, early the next morning, Theorod had another headache that he had not seen for a long time, and he couldn't even open his eyes a little, if it weren't for his good assistant who couldn't help but drag him out of bed.

"You need something to eat, you haven't eaten anything since last night. Natel lifted Theorod's quilt very simply. He seemed to have just returned from a morning run outside, still holding the breakfast he had bought for Theorod.

The swelling pain in the brain made Theolod's consciousness a little groggy, he only felt that his eyelids seemed to be glued together, and he couldn't open them, he tried a few times and then gave up struggling, leaving the warm quilt body unconsciously shrunk, he stretched out his hand and touched it, and finally touched the quilt that was lifted to his feet, so he grabbed it directly, and the quilt was pulled out of Nattel's hand and buried his head.

"What time is it?" a muffled voice with a hint of hoarseness and nasality came from the covers.

"Ten past seven. Natel looked at his watch.

“…… It's still early, let me sleep again...... Say it at eight o'clock......" Theorod's voice seemed to waste his strength with every word, and the more he spoke, the quieter his voice became, almost turning into a soft moan.

Theorod in this state is not common, and usually this guy almost has the word elegance engraved in his bones. Natel raised an eyebrow, looking at the one who had curled up in the quilt on the bed without even a single hair exposed, thinking that yesterday, no, it should have been after two o'clock this morning that he had saved Theorod from these crazy guys, and it was only natural that he would look like this now.

Although whether it is drunk or Theorod, who is not awake at the moment, makes Natl a little ...... It's pleasing to the eye, but he doesn't want this situation to always happen in the future, to be precise, he can't have this situation in front of outsiders, whether it's public or private.

Theolod who was stuffed in the quilt saw that the person next to the bed was silent, only to feel that the world was finally clear, and the swelling pain in his head was gradually replaced by sleepiness, and he fell asleep again in a daze, but he did not fall asleep, and he did not know how long the half-asleep and half-awake foggy stage passed, and suddenly felt the mattress under him sink, and the vague consciousness gradually returned to his brain.

When Natel returned, he saw that Theorod seemed to have fallen asleep again, and that the quilt that had covered him at first had gradually faded due to the relaxation of his master, revealing his soft and messy blonde hair, and he did not know what mischievous feelings welled up in his heart, so he stepped forward directly.

"Theo, if you don't get up again, I won't lift the quilt this time......" Theolod heard a deliberately muffled voice coming from behind him, very close to him......

Wait a minute.

Theolod put his whole head out of the covers, rolled over, and saw Natl lying beside him, gray-blue eyes with an aggressive smile. It was just a single bed, and there wasn't much room for two big men to lie down, so Natel was so close to him that he could even see the fluff on each other's faces.

…… What？

"Okay...... Theorod frowned and sighed a little reluctantly.

However, just as Natel thought that his "threat" had succeeded in getting Theorod out of bed, Theorod suddenly unfolded the quilt, split half of the quilt that was still carrying his body temperature, and placed it on Natel. When the back of Nattel's hand touched the quilt with a hint of warmth, he couldn't control it, and he froze in place.

Two big men, squeezed into a single bed, forget it, it's still ...... Sharing a quilt?

Natl was stupid, he even found that his damn face was burning, and the heat that was blowing on his neck almost made him stiff and unable to move - didn't he mean to grab this bed with you?!

After a second or two of silence, Nattel, whose brain finally reacted, jumped up from the bed almost like an electric shock, and picked up the glass on the bedside table next to him in disguise, his movements were so hurried that the bright red liquid in the quilt spilled a little, staining his fingers, and Natle quickly changed his hand with some chagrin and wiped the liquid on his body indiscriminately.

"Drink... Drink this glass of tomato juice and you will feel a little better. Natel tried to make his voice sound serious, "and I added some honey." ”

Theolod snorted, finally got up, opened his misty eyes, and took the glass of tomato juice.

Nattel glanced away from the other man's messy blonde hair, adding, "There's breakfast on the kitchen table that I brought back." ”

Theolod didn't say anything, he put the empty cup on the bedside table, got up and walked barefoot out of bed, and before he could take two steps, he almost tripped over the "obstacle" that was lying on the ground, he looked down and it turned out to be Jason, who was lying on the carpet on all fours, and Richie was still beside him, who was also without an image.

This building was originally a small desolate villa, there were not many bedrooms at all, and after Theorod occupied a bed, there was only a double bed left, which was of course not enough for more than a dozen people, so after the madness, there was a situation like this, where drunk guys casually found a piece of land and fell asleep.

Theolod cautiously stepped over the "obstacle" on the ground and walked into the bathroom next to it. It's just that apparently his brain wasn't completely clear enough that he forgot that there was a sober guy in the room, and forgot to close the bathroom door, and he just stood in front of the toilet as if no one was around......

Then he heard the sound of panicked footsteps in the room, and the man who had been standing by the bed in a panic like a frightened rabbit left the bedroom in a panic, and slammed the door as if he were hiding from some flood beast.

The "bang" made the two lying on the ground mumble a few words, turn over and fall asleep, Jason also hugged Richie's thigh, perhaps in his sleep he thought that he was in his arms the wine bottle that had already rolled to the side.

Hearing the sound of someone leaving in embarrassment, Theorod, who had been in a state of being dazed and groggy and unable to open his eyes, at that moment, slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, stretched out his hand, and gently closed the bathroom door.

Theolod walked out of the bathroom, picked up the few empty bottles that had fallen on the floor and set them aside, and then walked gently over to Jason and Rich. "Jason, Gai, go to bed for a while. He reached out and nudged the two of them, Richie waved his hand unconsciously, and instead of waking up, Jason did.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and found that he was actually holding Richie's thigh, and immediately threw his stinky feet aside with a vicious chill, rubbed his hand on the ground by the way, turned his stiff and sore neck, and then looked at Theorod who was squatting in front of him: "I feel like I'm falling on my pillow, oh no, there is no pillow at all...... What did you just say?"

"Would you like to sleep for a while?" Theolod pointed to the bed.

Jason looked at the soft bed, and then at Richie, who had long been asleep next to him, and then lowered his voice and said with a stern face: "Don't wake up Gai, he's tired all night." ”

Then, with some tears and laughter, Theorod watched as he quickly occupied the single bed with his incredibly fast and incredibly light skills.

Actually, you're just worried that Richie will wake up and grab this bed with you. Theolod shook his head with a smile, picked up the glass on the bedside table, and walked out of the room. Fleming was lying on the sofa in the living room, and the carpet in front of the sofa was occupied by Fletcher, and Theorod didn't want to disturb them, so he walked lightly into the kitchen.

Nattle was sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper, but it was not known whether he had actually read the news in the paper, and he clutched the corners of the newspaper so tightly that his fingers were so white that he scratched the soft paper of the newspaper into a wrinkle.

Theorod glanced at it and focused his attention on the juicer behind him, where some tomatoes were arranged. Considering that there are no vegetables and fruits in this temporary house owned by Richie, it is obvious that this bag of tomatoes was bought by Natel after Theolod Lai went out to bed, and the tomato juice has a significant effect on hangover.

On the table in front of Nattle was a coffee machine with a full pot of brewed hot coffee, an empty cup and a plate with a vegetable sandwich on it. Until the end of the filming of "Ripley the Genius", Theolod could not eat anything too greasy, and he has been with vegetables, fruits, tuna and chicken breast these days.

"At ten o'clock you have to go back to the hotel, and your stylist will be waiting for you in the hotel room. You have to decide on your dress at 12 o'clock, the stylist will help you get your hair in order by 3 p.m., get your makeup done at 5 o'clock, then go to the theater, walk the red carpet at 5:30, the movie will start at 6:30, you have an hour during that time, and I will keep the red carpet time under 20 minutes - given that there are not as many fans in London as in Los Angeles, and the red carpet is only a hundred meters away. ”

Perhaps noticing that Theorod hadn't noticed him at all, Natel said he let go of the newspaper he had "tortured" and shoved a wad of paper aside in front of Theorod.

"Here's a list of important people who will be attending the premiere tonight, and by 'important' we mean people in the industry who might come and talk to you, or some of the most influential film critics in the UK. Marshall thinks you should take a good look at these critics' materials. ”

"'Marshall thinks'?" Nattel's words made Theorod raise an eyebrow at him, "what do you think?"

"After reading this information, you at least know that when the time comes, you can ignore the person you are talking to, or, personally," Nattel paused, pulled out a few pieces of paper, and casually rubbed it into the trash, "don'tgivea**." ”

It's understandable to deal with some people in the industry, after all, it's about personal future, but it's a bit too dogleg to do homework for those film critics with low eyes, you know, they haven't given those Los Angeles "bigwigs" any good looks in the United States, why do they want to curry favor with these Brits here?

"Well, well, my good assistant, if it weren't for the fact that I could basically tell whether it was a film critic or a paparazzi who came forward, I'm afraid I would have to pick up the trash in this trash can by now. Theolod said this, but there was no reproach in his words, and it seemed that they all wanted to go together.

At nine o'clock, Natel called a taxi, and before leaving, Theorod kindly turned on the music player in the living room, and then casually found Sting's music, and turned the music up to the maximum, and all the hangover guys in the whole building jumped up at once.

Theolod didn't want the entire "Two Smoking Guns" crew to be late for the premiere, that would be too bad, he didn't have any prank ideas and thoughts. Theolod got into the taxi and beckoned to his friends who were still yawning in their big pants, and said goodbye in the evening.