Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

Mr. Dewey, the organizer of this reception, is over 60 this year, and gradually handed over the power in his hands to his capable son and retired behind the scenes, but his influence on the entire circle still exists. Just look at the reception of this reception The scale is evident.

Someone even joked that planting a bomb at a reception could set Hollywood back 40 years.

Old Mr. Dewey is not young, but his spirit is really good. Years ago, there was a rumor that he traveled to the Caribbean with a supermodel, and the girl beside him was not more than two years older than his grandson.

That's right, it was the young man standing beside him. He was not outstanding in appearance, and his facial features looked a bit gloomy, and he didn't look very happy when he smiled. I heard that he prefers acting to inheriting the family business. There have been several falling outs with the family, not because the Dewey family is so old-fashioned, but simply because Mr. Dewey has no acting talent. There are soy sauce characters mixed in various movies.

The old Mr. Dewey walked down after a brief speech, the lights were turned on again, and the atmosphere returned to harmony and excitement within a few minutes.

Old Mr. Dewey smiled and introduced his grandson to familiar directors and producers. Although his grandson was really anxious about his acting skills, he didn’t have a young master’s temper. He has always been self-aware and diligent in studying, so most directors are I am willing to sell him a face and give Dewey an audition opportunity to try it out, or open a small private stove to teach him some acting skills.

Triton glanced around, calculated the route of old Dewey in his mind, raised his eyebrows, changed a glass of champagne from the waiter's tray, stood up, chatted with the people around him, and left the house Expected to see old Dewey approaching.

"I haven't seen Mr. Dewey for a long time." Triton smiled and took the initiative to take two steps forward to greet him. "How are you doing recently?"

"It's very good." Old Dewey was obviously pleased by Triton's overtures, and patted him on the shoulder with a relaxed expression, "You look good too."

"It's okay." Triton was ambiguous and refused to answer his words, "A man in love will never be too painful."

"Young people are good." Old Dewey laughed. "It must be a very unusual gentleman to tame you."

"Everyone in the world is unique, isn't it?" Triton laughed.

"Okay okay I get it." Old Dewey sighed helplessly. "Young people are so possessive."

"I'm just an ordinary man, please be considerate a little bit." Triton blinked an innocent smile, and by the way, glanced at little Mr. Dewey, paying attention to his expression.

Little Mr. Dewey was calmly poking his face with no extra emotions, although it was true that he was a little gloomy because of this, but... a little better than he expected.

The old Mr. Dewey also noticed his pointing eyes, and immediately seized the opportunity to turn sideways and said, "Look, I forgot, this is my useless little grandson Abbott."

"Abbott Dewey, I have heard your name for a long time." Mr. Dewey said, holding out his hand, "Your work is really excellent."

Triton put down his wine glass, shook Mr. Dewey's hand and said with a smile, "It's just a small hobby that doesn't do business properly, and it doesn't deserve your reputation." He paused for a while, and then continued, "But I'm still very happy to be praised so much , need your autograph, Mr. Dewey?"

These two words lightly relieved the slight embarrassment of the little Mr. Dewey who couldn't answer, and made the smile on the face of the old Mr. Dewey beside him deepen twice. Grandson, but after all, he was raised by his side, and he still loves him a lot in his heart, otherwise he wouldn't be taking him around to make connections, wouldn't he?

"If you can, please." Little Mr. Dewey pursed his lips and restrained his emotions and replied as gracefully as possible, "I really like you very, very much."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he also realized that he was too excited and quickly corrected: "I'm talking about your work, there is no other meaning."

"If you mean something else, I can only say sorry to you." Triton chuckled, "Speaking of which, you've been working as an actor, haven't you?"

"Yes." Little Dewey replied, tugging at his neckline uncomfortably, "I haven't made much progress so far, so I'm laughing at you."

"Those who can stick to their dreams are worthy of respect." Triton said, raising his glass slightly, "To the dreams."

Little Mr. Dewey was stunned for a moment, then raised his glass and whispered, "To my dream."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head and drank the whole glass of wine, and put the empty glass on the waiter's tray. Triton, who was only intending to make fun of it, had to drink half of the glass of champagne. "Efforts will always pay off." He smiled, "Maybe I should ask for a photo of you, maybe it will be a good investment."

"Oh my dear Triton." Old Mr. Dewey interjected at the right time and grumbled, half genuinely, "you're going to undo all my hard work for so long if you encourage him so much."

Triton raised his eyebrows and said, "It looks like there's something I don't know about."

"By this time next year, you'll have to call him Manager Dewey." Mr. Dewey patted his grandson on the shoulder with a little complacency on his face, "He's finally willing to listen to the old man's advice."

"This is really unexpected..." Triton showed just the right surprise on his face as if he hadn't received the news before, "Please take care of my business in the future, Manager Dewey." He shook Mr. Dewey's hand He shook his head, smiling with his eyebrows curved, kind and enthusiastic.

The siren's appearance is very good, even in the colorful entertainment circle, it is the top one, and it has a classic and elegant temperament. Even if Mr. Dewey thinks he is as straight as a steel pipe, he can't bear it when he is grasped like this I couldn't help but feel flustered for a while, coughed twice and looked at my grandfather's expression vaguely in response, until the end of the reception, I was still in a daze, feeling that the man's beautiful gray-blue eyes were still swaying repeatedly in front of my eyes.

It sucks.

Little Mr Dewey buried his head under the covers in distress and missed the evening's performance practice for the first time in 20 years.

On the other side, Triton was sitting in the car on the return trip, having a conference call with the members of the "Knights" crew.

"You can fire Walker Ruth." He said lazily, "He has not attended the training camp on time three times in a row."

"I admit that Walker Ruth's behavior is really inappropriate." The director sighed and silently swallowed his complaints. None of the actors selected by Triton at the beginning were easy to get along with, but Walker Ruth was particularly sympathetic. Not sure, he has no problem kicking him out, but...

"Have you decided who will replace him?" He asked, it must be too late to re-audit now, the second candidate at that time has already received a new play, and the role of Walker Ruth is not just deleted It's a trick, he has a headache just thinking about the chaos that will arise later.

"Abbott Dewey, you should know," said Triton. "Old Dewey's grandson."

"Little Mr. Dewey." The director choked for a moment and didn't know how to respond to this wayward investor. Fortunately, his good partner, Mr. Producer, gave him a hand.

"Mr. Dewey's acting skills are really not good, have you really thought about it?" asked the producer.

"The old Dewey relationship is all in front of me. If I don't give him this face, he will throw me out of Hollywood." Triton smiled and continued, "I will rewrite the script about this character, don't worry .”

"Well, since you have made your decision, I respect your choice." The director sighed, and could only choose to believe in Triton's ability, while the producer argued with Triton for a while, and finally accepted the fact helplessly.

At least kicking a time bomb out of the crew is somewhat of a consolation.

After hanging up the phone, Triton hesitated for a moment, looked at the time and several emails that had not been answered, but still restrained himself and put the phone back in his pocket without making a call.

It was only nine o'clock, and his humans should still be working at this time...

However, in fact, Reid has already finished work at this time, and they have to wait for the military's information before they can start the next step of work, so today's work ended very early, and before [-] o'clock in the evening, he had already washed up and was lying on the bed in the hotel with nothing to do Yes, the TV programs were the only ones that I turned over and over again, and the book he brought over has been read several times and memorized by heart. After I opened it and turned a few pages, it was put aside. The most important thing is...

He turned on the phone again and checked, but there was no new message. Of course, he knew that in theory someone's message should not be sent until early in the morning, but when he was in such a state with nothing to do, he always felt that there was something new. A little lonely and restless.

Since when did you feel this way?He leaned against the bed and thought seriously, obviously he never found it unbearable to be alone before, he enjoyed this kind of loneliness and enjoyed it, but from a certain day someone can always disturb him just right The self-satisfaction made his boring life day after day extremely exciting but not too exciting, so that when the usual rhythm was suddenly restored, he was still a little uncomfortable.

Disturbed by the messy thoughts in his head, Reid simply turned off his phone and got up from the bed to open the documents he brought back to study, and seriously prepared to expel someone's poor dog eyes from his mind with work. .

however……

Half an hour later, Dr. Reid looked at the progress of the research in his hands, which was not even half as good as usual, and knocked his head on the table in frustration, not wanting to speak.

Is love all this scary...

The honest Dr. Reid silently took out his mobile phone and turned it on, and sent an email several times according to his own wishes.

——Is the reception going well?

He didn't wait a few seconds for Triton's reply.

— Not bad, how about you?

Reid thought for a while and replied

—I'm not bad either.

Triton responded quickly

——Then where are you now, are you resting in a hotel?

Reid hesitated for a moment before replying with a "yes".

The next second, Triton's phone call came, and he was startled and almost threw the phone out of his hands in a hurry, and it took a long time before he pressed the connect button.

"Good evening, DearReid." There was a faint smile on the voice from the earpiece, and the voice was deliberately lowered a little, silky and smooth like the vibrato of a cello. The fleshy pads make people feel extremely soft.

"Good evening, M..." Reid coughed twice and hesitated before changing his address, "Triton."

"It's a good night, isn't it?" Triton said with a deeper smile in his voice, "Although I just attended a not-so-fun drinking party."

He didn't ask Reid about the status of the case. According to his human ambiguity, it shouldn't be a case that can be spoken casually, so he just naturally and quietly complained about the boredom of the reception, enjoying his human clumsiness Tongue comfort.

At the same time, let the subordinates near Annapolis, Maryland and the surrounding area pay close attention to the movement of BAU.

He trusts his humans, but please be considerate of the overprotective siren.