Ah, this, that's ......

It's fascinating. :)

The man pressed his eyebrows and chuckled.

Okay.

Sleep and lock.

Go with the flow and everything is arranged for the best. After pouring himself two sentences of chicken soup, Shi Sui turned back and stayed by the bed for a few seconds.

Thoughts of not thinking much about being human flashed through me.

In the end, Shi Sui turned off the lights, took the script on the bedside table, sat on the single sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, lit a night light, and looked at it with his knobby fingers.

In this movie, Shi Sui is still hesitating.

The script is extremely wonderfully written, and the most holy and flawless church is entrenched in a flower of evil. The most gloomy and damp psychiatric hospital, but it has the only bright color in the whole play.

The plot line is a criminal reasoning route, which is interlocking, and the IQ of each supporting character is online.

The emotional line is the rivalry between a high-IQ priest criminal and a psychiatrist lady, starting with a playful chase of cat and mouse and ending with a regretful tragedy, full of drama.

In all fairness, Shi Sui wanted to take this script.

However, he can't act in emotional dramas.

It's not a matter of acting.

It's a psychological problem.

His resistance to all close contact with women has become a psychological barrier.

Yan Dao had tried several methods before, but Shi Sui vomited as soon as he slapped it, and it didn't work at all, so he had to give up in the end.

Other scripts are fine, but this script, if the character of Miss Doctor or the role of Miss Doctor is deleted, the whole film will lose a certain balance, and it will not conform to the artistic expression that the director wants.

So, either he has to overcome the psychological barrier of acting in a rival role, or he has to give up this good script.

Shi Suizheng had a headache, and the little girl on the bed was probably too hot and kicked off the quilt.

"......" is quite dishonest.

Shi Sui shook his head, put down the script, and got up to cover her with a quilt.

The little girl drunkenly called, "The little brain axe... ...... all"

She looked around for the cat in a daze, but she didn't touch the cerebellar axe, but she did......

Shi Sui's hand.

The white soft slender fingers rubbed a few times tentatively, as if sensing that something was wrong, she opened her eyes.

The world was spinning in front of her, and she focused hard, and finally recognized the man in front of her:

"How are you?"

Shi Sui raised her eyebrows, conniving at her 'eating tofu' behavior: "Who am I?"

"Cub. ”

“...... What?"

"Cubs. Xiangyi looked at him innocently, "Why are you here? This is where the little brain axe sleeps." ”

As a sign of emphasis, she also patted the pillow on the other side with her hand.

Shi Sui licked the corner of his lower lip, "Then you say, where is it appropriate for me to sleep?"

It is too difficult to ask a drunk person to conduct a logical analysis.

Xiangyi only felt that his head hurt even more, and said nonsense: "You... Sleep in a cat litter. ”

Shi Sui laughed angrily at her: "There is such a big cat nest?"

The little girl said magnificently: "I'll ask my third brother to make one for you!"

Shi Sui: "Okay, I'll wait, you go back to sleep." ”

He leaned over to pick up the quilt, but the girl was lying on the edge of the bed, her cheeks half pressed against the black sheets, and her skin became whiter.

The drunk little girl spoke slowly, much warmer than usual, "You, you are good-looking......"

"Huh?" Shi Sui sat cross-legged on the ground and looked at her for a long time, "Then me or your brother, who is good-looking?"

Xiang Yi wrinkled his little face, and he looked like he was about to be forced to open again.