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When Steve returned home, he got a message from Rose that he had a holiday this week.

If Royston calls him, don't answer, ignore, let alone transfer money.

Steve asks what happened, and Rose tells him that Royston was grounded by her.

After he got home, he chatted with his female neighbor and got a full understanding of the inside story.

Well, beat up the crew director, lead actor, and smashed the equipment of the film crew.

Five people were sent to the hospital, and the one with the least injury is said to have to recuperate for half a year.Lost more than 100 million, and also provided the New York newspaper with the highest performance in half a year for free.

He is quite active today.

"..." Steve...

"If you ask me, there must be a big problem with the crew." The female neighbor said angrily, "That pig head doesn't look like a good person."

Steve pursed his lips.The female neighbor is telling the truth.

It's just that Royston's handling of this matter was wrong.

The director looked at him very badly, and it was planned to be his own fault.But there's no reason for real bad guys to be victims and real victims to be murderers.

Royston seems to always do these things that hurt ten thousand of the enemy and three thousand of himself.

I picked the wrong time to ask for leave.

……

Royston sneezed several times, and Tony, who was being dragged to play games, looked at him uninvited: "Do you have a cold?"

Royston touched his nose: "Someone is talking about me."

Tony smiled: "There must be more than one person."

Royston, who had been sneezing all day, rubbed the keys on the controller indiscriminately.

Seeing that he has been defeated repeatedly, and he has been fighting desperately with himself after repeated defeats, Tony threw away the handle: "This is boring."

Royston clicked twice, controlled his character to hold the gun, and kicked Tony's upturned butt and ass twice.

The ass and ass of the standard American boy.

"What's interesting?" Royston continued kicking.

"I'll take you to have fun—" Tony smiled maliciously.

Royston rested his chin with one hand, and pressed with the other: "Oh? Can you hide my face?"

Tony frowned as he watched his character being kicked down and then stood up, kicked down and then stood up, picked up the handle, and blasted Royston's character's head with two bangs.

Royston threw the handle, let out a long ah, rolled to the side, and rolled twice.

Announced.

"I am dead."

"The solution is all people think, it depends on whether you have the courage." Tony held the handle, dragging the blanket to pull the person who rolled away back.

Royston raised an eyebrow.

Tony looked at him defiantly.

Royston sat up and stroked his sleeves: "Come on."

Tony snapped his fingers: "You won't be disappointed."

Royston looked at him, Tony...

"You said you have something wrong with you. You don't let me drive Mark, and you don't let Happy follow in. You don't want AI, I won't give it to others if they want it." He muttered, got up, and walked out.

Happy dozed off in the car when Tony woke him up.

"Huh?" Wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth, Happy sat up straight, "Huh? Boss?"

"The trunk is open." Tony pointed to the trunk.

Happy's face wrinkled, looked at Royston who was leaning against the door and seemed to be curious, and whispered: "Boss, no, isn't it good?"

It wasn't the first time Royston had beaten someone into a police station.

"Open." Tony put his hand on the window.

Happy opened the trunk bitterly.

Tony pulled out a large black gift box from the trunk, with an elegant and luxurious bow tied on the ribbon of the same color, and gilded letters on the box.

Royston narrowed his eyes slightly, he stood in front of the door with his foot crossed, and bent his lips: "You are a genius."

"Of course." Tony said confidently.

"So, your genius plan is to let me dress up as a woman?" Royston's smile widened.

Tony looked serious: "You have been seen in everything."

He raised his chin, tilted his head, and said confidently, "But, I asked the ai housekeeper to count all your online records, and there is no trace of women's clothing, not a single bit."

"In this era of big data, we have to believe in the data." Tony's lips curled up, his eyes were as innocent as a baby's, and he patted the box, "The best solution——"

Royston hummed, stood up straight, tilted his head slightly, and moistened his lower lip: "Want to see my women's clothing?"

Tony leaned back. "Just a tactic."

"Well - if you say you want to see it, I'll show it to you." Royston lowered his head and picked his nails casually.

"Yes, I want to see it." Tony didn't hesitate.

Royston snorted, "Okay."

He took a long legged step towards Happy.

Happy held the steering wheel, his whole body tensed up, thinking to himself that he came to protect the boss today, to protect the boss, to protect Luo...well, the boss.

"Do you know which shop Tony gave me the clothes from?" Royston asked curiously.

"It was designed by an Italian designer after seeing your photo." Happy's mouth trembled, and he said it all.New Bayi first launch

"Oh, it's still custom-made. It's really thoughtful." Royston hummed, "Then, do you know that he still has clothes like that over there?"

Happy pursed his lips.

"Relax, your boss and I are friends, and I'm not very opposed to fulfilling his little wish." Royston grinned, as if hello, hello, everyone.

"...There are a few more sets." Happy avoided Tony's sight.

"Ah, is it?" Royston's eyes sparkled, "I like beautiful things very much, can you bring me the others too? I'll try them one by one."

Royston looked back at Tony: "It's ok?"

Tony didn't expect him to be quite enthusiastic, so he said generously, "If you like, I can ask them to make a few more sets for you."

"It's okay, it's enough for now." Royston waved his hand, "Can you go and get it? By the way, please ask some stylists."

Tony nodded to Happy, who complied, and drove away.

"Let's go, let's play some more games." Royston walked back and took the box in his hand with a smile.

Tony looked at Happy who had already left, and then at Royston. While excited, he didn't know why he always felt uneasy.

I don't know if it was because he felt too uneasy, but in the next few rounds of the game, he failed to snatch a drop of blood from Royston, and was crushed and blown up the whole time.

Seeing the blood exploding all over the screen, he put down the controller: "This game is so boring..."

Royston's expression remained the same: "It's okay. It won't be boring anytime soon."

The feeling of uneasiness intensified.