Not to mention, because the screenwriter of the drama "The Handmaid War" has just won the Nobel Prize for Literature, from the beginning of the filming, how many female stars have been staring at it, I really didn't expect that this Arab chick who looks at people with her nostrils can actually take meat out of the mouths of a group of wolves!

It's so angry!

Linna's pretty face was cloudy for a long time, she stomped her foot violently, gritted her teeth and shouted, "No, I'm going home to find my eldest brother!" I'm going to star in The Handmaid War!"

can't get the protagonist, can't she get a supporting role?!

Jian Han clasped his hands around his shoulders, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at Lania's figure gradually walking away, her pretty face was full of interest, Hollywood? I suddenly feel like I'm looking forward to it!

She turned her head to look at Cyril who was standing beside her at some point, and asked, "Mr. Cyril, may I ask, who wrote the script of this girl falling in love with her brother?" ”

Cyril snorted and gestured to Roy not far away, "Of course someone wrote it himself, but it was originally autobiographical—"

He paused, giving Jian Han a look that could only be understood and could not be spoken.

Jian Han was stunned, autobiographical, isn't that the boy in love with his sister? Her expression moved slightly, her eyes were far away, and she said sincerely: "It seems that this will be a story with an HE ending." ”

Cyril looked at the nostalgia on her young face, and her heart moved, it seems that their Asian heroine is also a person with a story.

……

The young butler, wearing a white-gloved hand, grabbed the small black suitcase in his hand tightly, walked briskly through the long corridor, and walked to the front of the living room, he raised his hand to arrange the black bow tie, and smoothed his already meticulous hair, and then knocked on the door with a serious expression.

There was no answer, the door slipped silently to the side, and the young butler stepped in without surprise, and at a glance saw the man sitting lazily in a soft and wide burgundy leather chair.

The slight slanting sunlight hit him in the afternoon, which made the handsome side face of the male host, who was a little indifferent, softened a lot.

The man didn't speak, raised his eyelids slightly, revealing a pair of cold, sapphire-like eyes without the slightest temperature, and looked at him expressionlessly.

The young housekeeper's heart was in his heart, his master had a changeable personality, he was still a business elite some time ago, and he maintained it for a few days, and in a blink of an eye, he became a kind boy next door, but immediately became an iceberg attribute with a cold face and no popularity.

As a conscientious housekeeper, all he can do is to zip his mouth and take care of his eyes, no matter how intense his mental activity is, he must not show it!

This is the experience passed down by his father, his grandfather, and his ancestors for more than a dozen generations of professional housekeepers.

Of course, there are many experiences of professional butlers who are not adapted to the current environment, such as the fact that they used to iron the day's morning newspaper for their owners every morning, and then gently wipe it with their white-gloved fingers to ensure that no ink gets on their hands, this classic service of British butlers is outdated.

What he does now is to use a tablet computer every day to summarize the important news of the day and make links to make it easier for the male owner to read.

I have to say that among the multiple appearances of the master, he is not the shrewd merchant master comparable to Grande; It's not a big boy owner with a kind face, but it makes people feel eerie inexplicably; It's not the cold, human, robot-like guy - it's the owner of a big cat that looks like a lazy and greedy for the sun, without the slightest aggression.

When those ice blue eyes looked over, he couldn't help but hold his breath, only to feel that everything in his heart was hidden, and it seemed that even the most hidden secrets in his heart were clearly seen by these ice blue eyes.

He immediately lowered his eyes, avoided his master's gaze, put the black suitcase in his hand respectfully on the desk, opened his mouth and spoke in an authentic London accent, speaking at an unhurried pace, with the unique rhythm of the old-fashioned aristocracy: "Sir, this is the information just sent by the special service team." ”

As he spoke, he expertly opened the suitcase, and on the red velvet lining, a small black memory card lay quietly.

The man didn't even look at him, turned on the computer, picked up the black memory card, and inserted it into the slot of the laptop, he stared at the screen intently, and his right hand even tapped lightly on the table impatiently.

When, dang, when, the young butler looked at his nose and nose, and silently checked the number in his heart, one, two, three, suddenly, he felt a sharp gaze sweep over, and at the same time, the man's impatient voice sounded in the room: "Are you sure this is the fastest computer now?"

The young butler coughed lightly, glanced at the screen that had lit up, and replied honestly, "Yes, sir." ”

The poor young butler didn't get a response from the master, and the man's attention was completely focused on the video he had just opened.

As a professional butler with a strong sense of curiosity and conscientiousness, the young butler keeps his eyes straight ahead, but the corner of his eye is staring at the computer screen.

He was genuinely curious.

The man's secret service team is the abbreviation of the special operations logistics team, and the members in it are either excellent agents of the former Federation or former SEAL team leaders, and his father, who served Mr. Douglas Sr., said that the man had tried to poach the current agents and special forces, and was warned by the federal government.

But he was only fifteen years old at the time.

These guys formed a group dedicated to serving the various strange requests of the male host.

It is said that half of the team members have been sent to China recently, and two of them have missed and have been sent back by the Chinese authorities, I really don't know what the male owner is doing dangerous things!

And today, the other half of the team members almost all went out, and after a morning, they brought such a disk back!

So, what the hell is in this disk?!

Is it related to Mr. President? Two days ago, Mr. President personally called the host to invite the host to the dinner, but was ruthlessly rejected by the host!

Or is it related to Hollywood's hottest actress Diane? Last time Diane said indifferently that Leohard wasn't her favorite type, maybe that angered his hostess?

In his thoughts, the young butler's face turned straight ahead, but his eyes completely slid to the side close to the man, and he saw it! He finally saw it!

Three young girls!

Two flowers, and—

A green leaf!