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Oh God! Oh Jesus Christ! Oh bloody shit/shit! They make me sick! You look at them acting like nothing happened. I want to smack that sanctimonious Masks ripped off their faces, disgusting!

The cursing sound in the ear was intermittent and vague, as if the fantasy and reality of the dream were constantly alternating, and the tinnitus gradually became clearer. The voice was elegant and mature, with a faint hint of hoarseness, as sexy and beautiful as red velvet, even the words of cursing were spoken so gracefully. Even if you don't see the expression on the speaker's face, you can still picture the appropriate smile in your mind. The calmness and wisdom of a gentleman make it easy for people to overlook the roughness in his words.

Lance was dizzy and his vision was blurred. He could only vaguely see large groups of green, black, and gray mixed together, like a worthless abstract painting. He couldn't concentrate on thinking at all, let alone stop the people around him, because the chaotic brain was like two galaxies colliding together, and the starlight all over the sky was in a tornado-like darkness. The violent shock and impact made his stomach start to roll - he really wanted to vomit.

Damn Kavanaugh, that scumbag can't wait to start socializing... Shut up! This was the only thought in Lance's head at this moment, he just hoped that the voices around him would stop, shut up quickly! I want to punch him so hard and watch his filthy smile turn into a pile of dog/shit... Shut up, shut up! He must have been squeezed out in some third-rate/prostitute's bed last night, look at his dark circles, it's really dirty...

Shut up... Lance finally couldn't take it anymore, and the voice came out of his throat. But his voice was not loud enough, and it seemed that there was no way for the other party to hear him, and the chattering voice continued, Look! Paltrow is here! Oh, that shameless bitch is actually wearing a bag Hip short skirt, it is clear that today is the scene to seduce/seduce others, I don't know who her target is today, she is really a complete prostitute...

Shut up! Lance yelled loudly, the turmoil in his head was almost about to explode, the uncontrollable nausea surged, even though he was clenching his teeth tightly, even though he was clenching his fists tightly, Even if he tensed his muscles, it was still useless. The humming and cursing, no matter how elegant it was, sounded like Tang Seng's endless nagging at this moment, and it had no effect except to slide himself into the abyss of madness step by step. So he couldn't stand it any longer.

boom!

Lance swung his right fist and slammed it into the mouth fiercely and accurately. Immediately afterwards, he felt the violent impact of the fist and facial muscles. The real blow felt as if the whole world began to spin. , but the sense of solidity of the feet was transmitted like never before, which gradually calmed down the mountain roar and tsunami in the brain, and then, the vision gradually became clear...

George-Clooney (George-Clooney) staggered back two steps, looking at the man standing in front of him in astonishment.

That pair of handsome eyebrows are tightly tangled together, and the panic and melancholy condensed between the brows carry a kind of orphan-like bewilderment, revealing the solemnity of Shakespeare's tragedy, faintly falling on those pair of eyes like a blue sea. In the deep and wide eyes, there burst out a decadent temperament wandering between strength and fragility. The broken gold-like sunlight penetrated the tender green and fell down, and the light slowly slid across his face, as if a top art master used the most gentle brushstrokes to outline the thrilling outline bit by bit, causing his breathing to stop suddenly .

This was the Lancelot-Strelow he knew, this was the Lance he knew, no doubt about it. But why did Lance suddenly shoot at himself? Not to mention that it is in public now, and there are many top Hollywood bigwigs gathered not far away. Is Lance lost his mind? Or, did Lance already realize his secret?

George couldn't hide the turmoil in his heart at all, anger and shame surged into his chest in an instant, Lance, are you crazy? See who I am, I'm not Ryan Kavanaugh! Are you out of your mind? You look like a crazy psychopath now! George stared round his eyes, looking at Lance in disbelief, even though he tried his best to suppress it, and didn't want to destroy his elegant image in public, the turbulent waves in his pupils still remained It leaked his emotions that were gradually out of control at this time.

After swinging his fist, Lance felt that his hot lungs finally took a breath of fresh air. He tried to calm down his chaotic brain and sort out his thoughts, but the suppressed angry voice in front of him didn't give him time. After refocusing his eyes, he saw clearly the person in front of him: George, George Clooney, one of his best friends, and one of the accomplices with Ryan.

When the brain realized that it was George standing in front of him, anger swept over in an instant, swallowing Lance's rationality that had not yet recovered, and the fist that had just been loosened was clenched again. He walked directly in front of George, looked down at George's face condescendingly, grabbed George's neckline with his left hand, and lifted him up fiercely.

George only felt that the neckline was being grabbed hard, and he had to stand on tiptoe to avoid the embarrassment of his feet hanging in the air due to his height disadvantage. He saw Lance's sharp face suddenly flashed in his pupil Zoomed in, and then time stopped, George cleared his throat, and squeezed out a voice, Lance...Lance.

The chirping of the cicadas was still echoing in his ears, and the freshness of summer was still wafting under his nostrils. Suddenly, George saw an evil and cruel smile drawn from the corner of Lance's mouth, and stabbed him like a sharp knife. It made his heart stop beating suddenly, and before he even had time to savor the meaning of this smile, he saw a group of black shadows swinging towards him, and then the left cheek seemed to be hit head-on by a train, and the severe pain surged , devoured him in an instant, but the cry was still stuck in his throat, the suffocating grip on the collar was suddenly loosened, and his whole body fell to the ground like a rag bag.

The pain makes George almost feel like his jaw has been dislocated, and every pain nerve in his brain is moaning/groaning; but more terrible than the pain is the shame-this is an extremely important occasion, and many big guys They all appeared, and the image of an elegant gentleman that he had worked so hard to create was now turned into a mess of waste paper because of Lance's simple and rude blow. This sense of shame made George feel bad, he wanted to tear Lance into pieces, but what was more urgent - he wanted to just disappear in place!

Lance's uppercut just now concentrated almost all his strength, and after venting all his emotions, his chest rose and fell gently. His eyes locked on George motionlessly, and then he saw George avoiding the attack in a bit of embarrassment. He opened his eyes, which made the smile on the corner of Lance's mouth pause slightly, and then he restrained himself. He patted his hands lightly, as if he was patting the dust on his hands.

At this moment, a voice came from the side——

Lancelot!

Lance turned his head almost reflexively, and then saw Gwyneth-Paltrow standing five steps away.

Today Gwyneth is wearing a black suit, the tight one-line skirt is wrapped in fabric to show her beautiful figure, her long golden hair is tied into a bun, and she wears a small black top hat, hanging Half of the black veil covered half of the face, and the heavy and solemn atmosphere slowly seeped out.

Gwyneth glanced at Lance lightly, and when the two people's eyes met, she quickly lowered her eyelids to block her own sight, but even so, the disgust in her eyes still eased in the sunlight. Slowly fainted, then turned her head slightly, revealing the soft jawline, If you are standing up for me, then forget it. I have already made it clear that it is over, it is over, it is over completely. There is no longer any possibility between me and you.

Gwyneth's voice was so cold, ruthlessly blocking out all the warmth.

She looked again out of the corner of her eye, and then saw Lance's thrilling eyes. Although she has nothing to do with Lance, she still has to sigh.

His face will slowly fade with the long river of time, but those eyes are always so bright and clear. When his smile emerges, it is like the morning sun bursting out; and when it is gloomy and deep, it is also like the sun that cannot be hidden behind the dark clouds. At this moment, it seemed as if she could truly see the whole world falling apart in those blue eyes, which made her icy iron heart throb a little.

George is your best friend—at least one of your best friends. You don't need to conflict with him for me. Gwyneth took a long, deep breath, adjusted her emotions, and then coldly And calmly said, What you do will only make me more embarrassed. This is a public place, and everyone came here to mourn Mr. Reiz. Your actions will not only divert everyone's focus, but also bring me great pain. Pressure, I don't like it, I hate it. If it's something you're trying to do to win me back, it's just making my stomach worse.

Gwyneth couldn't help but looked at Lance again, the fragility in those eyes made her feel soft again, but she clenched her teeth, didn't say anything more, turned around and left, ruthlessly Cut off all ties in the end.

George raised his head slightly and looked at the distraught Lance. He suddenly understood that Lance was not out of his mind, let alone aware of the secret of his collusion with Ryan, but because of Gwyneth—that still didn't There is no way to heal the emotional wound, so Lance is angry with himself, just because he said something bad to Gwyneth just now.

After figuring this out, George let out a long breath and cursed a few words in his heart, but he regained his composure on the surface, Damn Lance! The guy who always puts love before friendship, I just said two words. Just to be honest, why do you have such a big reaction, really... Lance didn't respond, as if he didn't hear George's words. George sighed, stood up straight, and then lightly patted Lance on the shoulder, making a look like adults don't remember villains, but... Lance still didn't make any movement.

Lance was indeed shocked, but not because of Gwyneth, let alone George, but because of the truth revealed in their words... What is going on? Isn't he on the subway back to Brooklyn? Is his dream still not awake? Is this a dream or reality? Is this 2015 or 2002? Where the hell is this now? Did he cross/cross over or was he reborn? Is he Li Jin, Lancelot, or some other stranger?

Everything is messed up.

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