Beautiful man, don't be arrogant

After a night of turmoil, the quarrel between the two was finally quelled by Isaac's injury. After a long talk, Saga finally told Jialong not to act rashly without conclusive evidence. The rest must be at his disposal.His heart is towards his younger brother, and outsiders cannot enter.

With such a response, Garen should have been happy, but secretly he felt that Saga would go further and further away, and so did he. This feeling was very bad.I understand that since the arrival of those eight people, Saga has become more gentle and talkative than before. In fact, he is buying people's hearts, but he can't convince himself...

Everyone is a member of the board of directors, as long as they collectively turn to the gentle Saga, even if one of them makes a real will, it will not help. Saga will eventually be elected as the real chairman by more than half of the votes.This is the most perfect ending with zero casualties, and he should have agreed, but the shadow of Shaka kept appearing in his mind, making him frightened.

Fearing him is not the man's martial arts and mysterious suicide note, but Saga's decision to stage a play of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, letting the arrogant Shaka control everything until he gets lost in it.

Garen turned over and stayed in his room to take care of Saga.The man next to him had already fallen asleep, his brows were slightly frowning, and cold sweat overflowed from time to time on his forehead. He knew that Saga was not feeling well, and the pain continued after taking the medicine and falling asleep.

He raised his hand to smooth his brows, but unexpectedly, the person in the dream murmured, "Is that you... Shaka..."

"..." Hanging his hand in the air, Garen was stunned as if struck by lightning.Could the thing he was most worried about really happen?The person who lost himself in the end is Saga...

Gathering his breath, Garen withdrew his hand, turned his back to him, and his blue eyes immediately retreated from the sadness just now, and replaced them with a stifling coldness.He secretly made up his mind and never let this kind of thing happen. No matter how those two people fight, the ending must be according to his idea. That person must disappear...

Dismask entered the practice room with a bag of water, and threw a towel to Abrodi.Opening the bottle, handing over the water, taking the towel, and being so considerate that other people present couldn't stand it anymore.

At this moment, Desmask began to peel the grapes again, and fed Abrodi who had just finished dancing.

Seeing this, Miro shook his head, and said to Camus beside him with a sneering smirk: "It's really good for the manager to do this. Do you think he has taken a fancy to Abrodi? The other party is Man!"

Camus was as cold as him and didn't answer.

Dismask interjected: "Shouldn't you be quiet when speaking ill of others?"

Bad words?Milo didn't think so, "Where are the bad words! What I said is the truth!"

"Are you qualified to talk about others? From the first day we met, you seem to have been clinging to Camus, right? You like Camus? Camus is a woman?"

"..." Hearing this, Camus glanced at Deathmask coldly.

Milo's mouth twitched a few times. He didn't deny his fascination with Camus's appearance. If Camus was willing, he would definitely not care about men and women.

Desmask was almost frozen, and Camus' dripping eyes were like ice, forcing his hands and feet to feel cold.Knowing that he had said the wrong thing again, he stammered: "Uh...Camiu, I'm not saying you look like a woman, I'm saying..."

"..."

After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't know how to proceed, when Saka suddenly flashed in his mind, he blurted out without thinking: "No matter how much you look like a woman, you don't look like Saga!"

Milo was stunned for a while, and didn't realize for a while who Desmask was talking about. He glanced at the golden figure slowly passing by outside the glass door, and immediately raised the corner of his mouth, "Desmask, you are talking about Shaka Or Saga?"

Dismasque rolled his eyes at Miro, "You know what you're asking! You know it with your ass, Saga has the face of a national male god, how could you be talking about him!"

Sha and Sa are still in the same tone, as are the next two characters.Ka Miao, who had been cold for a long time, said slowly, "I still don't know who you are talking about."

Milo was startled secretly, staring at Camus' expressionless face for a while.Okay!Vicious!Then he turned to Death Mask, raised his head and smiled at him strangely, "Turn around and see if the beauty you mentioned is him!"

Desmask turned his head obediently, and suddenly his feet went limp, and he was almost paralyzed on the ground.

"Hahaha!" Milo leaned forward and backward with a smile, slapping the table wildly.It's been a while since Shaka came in, and everyone saw it, only Deathmask, who had his back to him, didn't know.

Turning his head stiffly, instead of looking at Sha Jia, he glared fiercely at the two people who set him up.Camus, you are so dark!Is there someone like you who makes up the knife!Of course, Dismask's ventriloquism, Camus, cannot be heard, but it can be learned from his expression.

Sha Jia still stood motionless by the door, with his hands in his trouser pockets, without any expression on his face.After laughing enough, Milo looked around and was surprised that Shaka didn't hit anyone.What are you doing, he is still waiting to watch the show.

He rolled his eyes, wanting to pick something up, and was about to speak, but before he could utter the first word, Sha Jia gave him a hard look.A chill came from his back, and he turned his head to look at his accomplice Camus just now, but he was locked on by the same cold gaze.What do you mean, on a hot day, these two people don't need to cool him down like this.

"Shaka... when did you come in?" Death Mask asked tremblingly.

"Very early." Answered him without any emotion, and then pulled out the file between his long arms, "Abrodi, this is an idol drama tailored for you. It will officially start tomorrow. You can read the script." one."

Dismask's high-hanging heart fell, and he took the file for Abrodi.

The script was distributed to Abrodi, and the two watched it seriously. Abrodi was very surprised, "The male lead?"

Sha Jia hummed, and then added: "Actually, Camus wrote the script, and he happened to be there too. Let him tell you by himself."

"Your role this time is a poor man..."

Abrodi raised two slightly slender eyebrows, "Poverty? Are you kidding me? I was born rich. If you ask me to play a poor boy, I can't handle it."

Camus continued to explain the script, "In the play, you were born in a wealthy family, but you were abandoned because you were an illegitimate child. In order to save the life of your adoptive father, you need a lot of money. Someone is willing to contribute, but you are required to disguise yourself as a woman to get closer to another person."

The topic seemed to come back again, and Dismask expressed his dissatisfaction, "Wait a minute, although Abrodi is indeed beautiful, he is a man after all. Is it too much for him to dress up as a woman on the screen? If it causes negative effects in the future The influence will cause troubles to his acting path and life. Also, Camus, you are also very beautiful, and Shaka is also..." Very beautiful, why don't you act yourself.I swallowed the words that followed, knowing that I was about to suffer.

Desmask really didn't hold the door when he said that, Milo wanted to laugh again, this time he dug his own hole and was about to plunge into it, and he couldn't blame anyone else.

Shaka officially turned cold and stared at Desmask. After a few seconds of stalemate, another voice broke the deadlock, "Only in this way can we make a big splash."