Julia Roberts walked out of the bathroom triumphantly, even her pajamas fluttering in the wind. However, the situation suddenly reversed.
She felt dizzy and her head was spinning. Breathing heavily, she held onto the wall and slowly fell to the ground. The poison was supposed to be given to Qin Guan, but now it was being used on her, causing all the symptoms to manifest.
At the end of the dark corridor was the only light source in the toilet. Qin Guan was leaning against the door, the light reflecting his streamlined figure.
The tight-fitting shirt, slender thighs, and the beautiful curves of his muscles as he held onto the door frame made him look even more sexy in the dim light.
Julia turned around and saw him. Confused and unwilling, she slowly fell to the ground.
"You used a piece of sugar to mark the non-toxic quilt, but I was just a little confused."
"When I lured you to look out of the window, I swapped the two cups. If they're both non-toxic, it'll be a happy ending."
"And what do I see now?"
It was still the same back view. In Julia Roberts' eyes, there was no longer any sense of carefreeness, nor was there any trace of affection.
Qin Guan walked to the kitchen in his bell-bottomed jeans quietly. He picked up a clean towel and began to clean himself.
By the door, by the window, on the floor, and on the bed, there were all traces of him staying here, and the things he used were all methods he had been trained to destroy corpses when he had no other choice.
The bleak sound of the piano rang out in this mime like scene.
Julia's body was trembling slightly. Her sexy face was pressed against the cold floor.
A pair of large hands that used to caress each other reached over and stuffed a pen into Julia's hand. Julia drew her last footsteps in this time and space on the paper.
Director George gestured for the camera to slowly descend, and the lens immediately changed to an overhead shot from top to bottom.
By then, Qin Guan had already left. Julia was like a peach blossom falling into the mud. Although she was heartbroken, her unparalleled beauty couldn't be concealed.
Dangerous poppies were blooming on the white floor, and Qin Guan's last words were in her hand.
As the camera moved closer and closer, the crooked handwriting on the paper became clearer and clearer.
"No love."
When he got home, he didn't feel guilty at all. Instead, he wrote a novel about it. That was how "Confessions of a Dangerous Mind" came into being.
All of Julia's scenes had been completed. Only the last scene between Qin Guan and Drew Barrymore had to be filmed.
The big-mouthed beauty hugged Qin Guan. It was the last farewell between the two good friends.
Her soft body fell into his arms. There was no strong perfume like that of an American woman. Instead, he smelled like roses.
Julia kissed Qin Guan on the cheek. It was a normal farewell kiss. Qin Guan looked at the beautiful and sexy lady, who seemed reluctant to part with him.
How could Qin Guan bear to frown at such a beautiful woman? He wanted to be happy when he left.
He stretched his nostrils exaggeratedly. His lower lip looked as if it had been dislocated. He twisted his muscles to pull his face away from her plump red lips, not forgetting to scream at the same time.
"Spare me, madam! I don't taste good! Help! Someone help me!"
Pfff, hahahaha … The surrounding hairy men and foot-scratching men did not have the slightest bit of chivalry. The people in the room who were cleaning up stopped working and looked at the pair of buffoons.
Julia was stunned for a moment before she burst into laughter. The more you don't want to kiss me, the more you want to make it happen. The more you want to make it happen, the more passionate they are!
One of them avoided her as a joke, and the other kissed her as a joke. Qin Guan had forgotten how many times they had kissed each other. Anyway, when Julia left, there was no lipstick on her lips.
Qin Guan's face was covered with lipstick and a bowl of noodle soup. It was sticky with saliva.
The next day, this interesting story was reported by the biggest and most notorious newspaper in the United States, The Sun.
"Oscar -winning actress in a marriage crisis? She kissed a mysterious Asian actress for more than 10 minutes... "
The photo wasn't very clear, but it was enough for Americans who loved to read tabloids to recognize the female lead in the photo.
The sales volume of the Manhattan street newspaper shocked everyone. Even the New York Times almost couldn't sell more copies of the tabloid.
The next morning, Qin Guan became a celebrity when he went to the venue.
"Hey, Qin Guan! Have you read today's newspaper?"
"No? I haven't bought the Times yet. What's going on? "
"No, no, no! How can ambitious people like us read such vulgar news? Come and have a look. This is our spiritual food."
Qin Guan's interest was piqued. He craned his head over and saw a picture of Julia Roberts and his curly hair on the front page.
Fortunately, the photo was a bit blurry. Qin Guan had never appeared in front of a popular newspaper or on TV, so his name was not on the tabloids.
American film and television workers had strict rules. Without permission from the producers and the film companies, no one was allowed to leak any information related to a film.
Moreover, if the information you revealed was too false, you might even face a subpoena from the court. Who knows?
Therefore, they could only use real-time headlines to attract the public's attention. Of course, according to The Sun's nature, they naturally wouldn't only have Julia Roberts's rumors.
There were all kinds of gossip, political scandals, etc. Qin Guan was amazed by the open-mindedness of the American media.
"Ha ha! It's interesting. My face is not on the cover anyway. Maybe The Sun doesn't like a nobody like me."
Thanks to the support of the makeup team and Qin Guan's appearance, the tabloid reporter didn't know about the Asian boy's background.
If the reporter had known that he was the spokesperson of Armani perfume and the cover model of NYLON, the headline would have been even more erotic.
PS: The new book of Jian Xilai, "The Great Writing Brush", is welcome to have a look. Although the words are short, the author is full of moral integrity. He has just finished writing 200,000 words in a single day.
I have a pen that can communicate with the three realms and write the mysteries of heaven. On behalf of the Jade Emperor, I will reap the soul of the King of Hell!
Yes, it was a great writing brush.
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