The left hand knew that Ali was back, and he knocked on Ali's door.

Ali lay on the bed and watched the door knock, he immediately turned his head, he didn't want to care about Ah Fen's affairs.

I only heard the shouting from the other side of the door,

"Left hand~"

"Left hand..."

Ali got up and went to open the door, only to see his left hand standing in the doorway.

His left hand showed a classic crooked smile, he opened his hands slightly and said to Ali with a smile,

"You're back."

"I'm back."

With his left hand, he hugged Ali, he looked at the door with signs of being pried open, he touched the lock of the door with his hand and said,

"What's going on?"

"It's fine."

Ali didn't want to talk about it, he didn't want to think about Ah Fen now, and when it came to it, he had no choice, and it made him exhausted.

A sense of powerlessness...

He didn't seem to be able to soothe his guilt by doing anything.

Undercover is not a reason, huh.

With his left hand, he looked at Ali's lack of energy, he hugged Ali and said,

"What's wrong with you?"

"Why don't you seem to have any energy?"

Ali didn't say anything about Lin Kun, nor did he talk about Ah Fen, he just sat on the chair and said,

"I'm a little tired these days."

"Well, I thought it was because of Ah Fen."

"Ah Fen?"

"That's right, didn't you beat Ah Le that day, he asked something."

"What's that?"

Ali leaned forward a little, he wanted to keep his distance from anyone, he was afraid of touching others.

It's just that he can't rest assured at all, and he can't rest assured of many things.

He wants to be in contact with people, and he doesn't want to be in contact with people...

Contradictory but not contradictory.

He didn't know what to do, and he was delighted by the arrival of his left hand, and at the same time, the identity of the two made him want to keep his distance from his left hand.

Not a thief, not a soldier...

Ali didn't want to hurt his left hand one day.

He pursed his mouth with his left hand, and just now he seemed to be speaking a little faster.

He couldn't take care of Jingjing now, and Ah Fen couldn't take care of Jingjing, he wanted Ali to help a little.

"Nope."

"Left hand, what. That makes me more curious. ”

"Nothing."

"When I'm a friend, tell me."

When his left hand heard Ali's words, he froze his body, and he didn't know if it would be good or bad to say this.

Left hand thought for a long time...

He looked at Ali, Ali also looked at him, Ali was waiting for the answer in his left hand, what did Ah Le tell him that day.

His left hand met Ali's eyes, and he looked a little helpless,

He lit a cigarette and slowed down, he exhaled and told Ali,

"We and Liansheng hate sugar the most, and we also hate Taoist friends..."

"When he was playing Ah Le, he shouted in his mouth: Let you xd, let you xd~"

Ah Le covered his head and shouted injustice, and he said something.

The left hand paused, he didn't want Ali to have any prejudice against Ah Fen, he hoped that Ali could help Ah Fen's family, but Ali said so,

"Hmm..."

He said that he didn't want it either, it was Ah Fen who coaxed him to suck, and when he met her, she was already addicted.

"He said that he had been persuading Ah Fen to quit, but Ah Fen said that he couldn't quit, and he wanted to prove it."

"As a result..."

"It's really because he can't quit that he made it like this."

The left hand took a deep breath, and after he glanced at Ali, he smoked a cigarette and looked at his feet and said,

"I asked."

"Ah Fen is hit on the thigh, Ah Le is the arm."

"The blood vessels have atrophied, so they can't enter the arm, so Ah Fen is in front of Ah Le, and Ah Le's words are true."

Ali's hole shrank, and his hand touched his forehead and propped it up on the table.

“…”

Time was flowing, and time seemed to stand still for the left hand and Ali.

…

Mong Kok, Silver Offering Film Company

Lin Zishe returned to the company in Mong Kok, and it was Ah Qiao who picked him up, Lin Zishe looked at the busy distribution department, and Wang Jiawei, who had nothing to do.

He patted Wang Jiawei on the shoulder, and he smiled and said to Wang Jiawei,

"You seem bored, do you want to make a movie?"

Wang Jiawei was patted on the shoulder by Lin Zishe, his body trembled, and he looked up and saw that it was Lin Zishe,

"Lin Sheng, come back to the company~"

"Making a movie?"

Lin Zishe nodded, he looked at Wang Jiawei and said with a smile,

"Xiao Wang, I'm very optimistic about you."

“…”

Wang Jiawei didn't speak, the club's filmmaking is nothing more than that kind of thing: money laundering.

Wang Jiawei is indeed interested in making movies, and he has signed a contract, if he has always been a screenwriter, it may not be so good.

He quietly peeked at Lin Zishe, but...

He is now helping the famous Heliansheng to do things, and if he doesn't shoot well, he may become Finding Nemo, and he is always struggling to move around at the bottom of the sea.

Wang Jiawei took a deep breath, he thought about it, he also knew a friend, he believed in his shooting,

"Okay, I have a friend to recommend."

"Okay~ Our company needs some talents..."

Wang Jiawei heard Lin Zishe's words, he felt that he had cheated his friend, he met Lin Zishe's smiling smile, he quickly shook his head,

"Still can't, I'm still waiting..."

"Huh?"

Lin Zishe's face has become unkind, but he likes Wang Jiawei's movies very much.

Wang Jiawei watched Lin Zishe's face change, and he immediately straightened up,

"I'll shoot!"

"It's good to be afraid~ Now the company needs to make more movies."

Wang Jiawei's ears directly converted Lin Zishe's words...

Now the company needs to launder a lot of money, and it needs you, a screenwriter who doesn't know anything, to play, and if you can't wash up much money, they will take you to the bottom of the sea to bathe.

Wang Jiawei: "..."

Lin Zishe didn't know what Wang Jiawei was thinking, he heard that Wang Jiawei was going to make a movie,

"When the time comes, show me the script, I feel that there is no problem, and you can start filming."

"Yes, Lin Sheng."

Lin Zishe walked into the office, Li Li held that obscene look, he followed Lin Zishe's nodding movements, especially like a turtle grandfather's profession.

"Show me."

"Lin Sheng, everything is ready, we followed the script throughout the whole process, Lin Sheng watched it last time, and they all laughed very happily."

Lin Zishe touched his chin, he turned his head to look at Li Lizhi and said,

"Last time I remember watching a movie, I didn't seem to have laughed."

“…”

Li Lizhi thought about it for a while, as if it was really like this, he couldn't touch his hands, and said to Lin Zishe with a smile,

"But you have a high opinion of the movie."

"It seems to be so..."

Li Lizhi wanted to find reasons to shirk after the failure of the movie, but they were all rejected by Lin Zishe, what did he do, he could only pray that God could give him a chance.

Lin Zishe twisted his neck, he looked at Li Lizhi and said,

"Don't talk about it so much, let's go make the next movie."

"What's next?"

When Li Lizhi heard Lin Zishe's words, he was overjoyed, which means that Lin Zishe will not kill him, otherwise who will shoot half of the film...

Lin Zishe nodded, he looked at Li Lizhi and said,

"The next one will shoot a bodyguard~"

"Bodyguards have been quite hot recently, and there are many people around me who have bodyguards."

“…”

Li Lizhi wiped the sweat from his forehead, are you talking about a bodyguard or a horse boy, Lin Sheng, if you say this, I won't be able to recognize it.

"Yes, Lin Sheng."

"Well, help me find some people, the image should be funny, show me."

Lin Zishe exhaled, there are no three Xu brothers in this world, so it will be a bit troublesome, so I can only try them one by one.

Lin Zishe plans to tell Wang Jiawei about the general story and some jokes, so that Wang Jiawei can get the movie out.