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Hiding in a booth at the resting place, Matthew looked at Michael Sheehn in a flash, and immediately found that this guy had changed a lot than when he went up, especially his body shape and way of walking, which was like a different person.

When he went up, Michael Sheehn was tall and strode as he walked.

When he came out of the elevator, Michael Sheeen bent down slightly and raised his butt. When he moved his steps, he drew his legs very tightly.

This is not the first time that Matthew has seen people walking in this strange way. When he was working on a construction site on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, a worker was stabbed in his butt by a steel bar. This is how he walked.

"His butt hurt?" Matthew felt chills and stopped thinking about it quickly. The scene that flashed through his head just now was too terrifying and he didn't even want to think about it. He muttered, "I'm dedicating myself to art."

"Sir, you..."

A voice came over, and Matthew hurried to see it. It turned out that Michael Sheehn walked into the hotel lobby. The strange way of walking attracted a waiter. The other party was very serious and responsible. "Do you need help?"

"No! No!" Michael Sheeon waved his hand, afraid that the other party would see the clues, "I'm fine."

He walked towards the hotel door step by step and finally left the hotel turntable.

Matthew changed another seat so that Michael Sheehn could not see himself through the glass curtain wall, but his eyes were still focused on him.

I saw Michael Sheeen crossing the road and reaching the opposite side of the street. He held a street lamp pole and turned his head to look at his butt. His face looked weird, it seemed very painful, and it seemed very excited.

Matthew scratched his head and confirmed that something had happened to Michael Sheehn and Martin Jackson.

"The pain is probably physical." He guessed randomly, "the excitement is in the role."

I believe Michael Sheehn has won the promise of the leading actor of Martin Jackson MV.

“Is this the shortcut to Hollywood success?”

Sighing lightly, Matthew withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at Michael Sheeon. His mood was a little low at this moment. Maybe he had been in Los Angeles for a few years and could not find a chance to make a breakthrough, so he would make a similar choice...

"No!" Matthew then shook his head, "Absolutely not!"

He knew that he was no nobler than Michael Sheehn, even more despicable and more calculating, but this kind of thing was definitely not in the ranks of compromise and acceptance. He wanted to become famous and make a fortune, and his personal bottom line was also very, very low, but he still had a little bottom line. If he had to choose between selling his butt and being poor, he would rather be poor.

As for noble morality, the entertainment industry still pays attention to this and deserves to never make a name for itself.

"The despicable people are moving along the road to fame, and the noble people are dead at the starting point..."

Matthew said to himself, turned to see Michael Sheehn again, and he was no longer visible across the street.

The light of the street lights fell, illuminating the road ahead. Michael Sheeen held the glass curtain wall of a shop, slightly sticking out his butt, took an ugly outer horoscope, and slowly walked forward.

It was difficult for him to walk. Not to mention walking, even if he stood still, there would be a severe pain like tearing from behind his butt, which made him feel the urge to see an anorectal doctor.

But he couldn't go, and this kind of injury was really hard to say.

The pain did not depress him. In the scorching pain, Michael Sheeon always had a smile of excitement on the corner of his mouth.

Director Martin Jackson has promised him that he will win the male lead in Britney Spears MV!

This is what he wants.

Michael Sheean held another street lamp pole, looked up at the sky, and saw the light from the darkness.

Although the excitement could not suppress the severe pain in his butt, he felt that it was all worth it and even felt a little happy.

Unfortunately, there are so many people coming and going, and no one knows, and the excitement and joy cannot be shared.

Michael Sheeon has been struggling for so many years before he has waited for such an opportunity. He is eager to see everyone in the world knowing that he is going to shoot a MV with Britney Spears and become famous!

Suddenly, a face flashed in front of Michael Sheeen, the man who called himself a friend but refused to help him!

"Matthew Horner, I'm going to get the lead actor!"

Thinking of the rejection he was encountered in the crew of "Gladiator", he felt relieved, "I will defeat you and get the male lead!"

Then he frowned because Matthew Horner didn't know it yet.

In an instant, this feeling of comfort disappeared without a trace.

Michael Sheehn thought for a while, took out his cell phone and dialed Matthew's number. It took a long time before someone answered.

"Is it you, Matthew?" His tone was much higher than in the past, "What are you doing?"

"On the way home." Matthew's question rang out of the receiver, "Where are you? Mike."

"I'm hanging out!" Michael Sheeon planned to speak out the news in person in front of Matthew, wanting to see what his expression would be like at that time. "Do you have time tomorrow? I'll treat you to lunch."

"Oh tomorrow?" the person over there seemed to be thinking about it, and after a while, he said, "Okay, I'll have no classes tomorrow. Which restaurant will we go to?"

Michael Sheehn was temporarily thinking about the restaurant, so he had to say, "I want to book a location. In this way, I will call you tomorrow morning."

In fact, he knew that what he needed most in the past two days was to rest on a soft cushion and wait for the wounds behind him to heal, but he couldn't help but urge to show off in front of his competitors.

If he didn't show off in front of Matthew, how could he vent his feelings comfortably on the crew of "Gladiator"?

Hang up the phone and put away the phone. Michael Sheeen endured the severe pain like a torn and walked forward step by step, while considering what to say and what to show off. Of course, he would not let Matthew associate it with his butt.

The night sky was pitch black, but the Angel City was brightly lit. A taxi entered the edge of Ximu District and parked at the bus stop on the side of the road. Matthew jumped out of the car. It was almost midnight. He did not go home immediately. He was preparing to find a place to have some midnight snack. On the way, he was so hungry that he was croaking.

This is not a bustling commercial area, most of the stores are closed. Matthew walked along the road and found that the sign of a restaurant was still lit. In addition to English, there are also eye-catching traditional Chinese characters on the sign!

"Why didn't you find there is a Chinese restaurant here before?" Matthew walked in muttered, "I guess he hasn't been here."

"Hello, welcome."

He was greeted by a high nose, deep eyes, blonde and blue eyes. Matthew glanced at her and was a little awkward.

A gentle and jade-like Jiangnan woman should stand on this place...

The restaurant was very big and there were many customers inside. Matthew found a seat by the window to sit down, waited for the waiter to come, ordered two dishes such as Kung Pao chicken and assorted fried rice, and waited patiently.

He observed it specially and found that the entire restaurant was a typical Chinese decoration style. The tables and chairs were completely different from the sofa chairs in Western restaurants. They were completely Chinese-style log tables and chairs. Especially at the bottom of the restaurant, there were several Eight Immortals tables and matching Taishi Chairs.

This thing was very common in Matthew's hometown, but he didn't see it after he came out to work.

Although the hard and solid log chair under his butt also felt very good, Matthew was still a little itchy. In such a country, it was rare to see the Eight Immortals Table and the Grand Master Chair.

So, when the waiter came to serve the food, he pointed to a table of eight immortals and asked, "Can I go there and sit there?"

"Yes." The waiter's attitude is very good, "please give it."

She helped Matthew carry the food on the Eight Immortals table. Matthew then pulled open a Grand Master chair, just like when he was a child, sitting on it with a big golden knife.

"Thank you." He gave the waiter a little more tip.

Sitting here to eat is more about satisfying the feelings in memory.

Matthew started a meal. Although Kung Pao Chicken and Assorted Fried Rice were improved in Western style to adapt to the market, it still had a somewhat familiar taste, which also made him have a great appetite.

However, before he finished half a bowl of rice, Matthew felt that his butt was not very comfortable. The chair below was too hard, and it was inevitable that he hadn't sat in such a chair for too long.

He shook his head, picked up the spoon and was about to continue eating, but suddenly he remembered Michael Sheehn's invitation to him to have a meal...

After eating the remaining meals, Matthew took out his cell phone and dialed Michael Sheehn's number, which was connected quickly.

"Is there anything wrong, Matthew?"

Matthew said directly, "Mike, didn't you ask me to have lunch together tomorrow? I thought of a great Chinese restaurant. Why don't I invite you and we go to have Chinese food together?"

Paused for a while, then a voice came over, "Okay, see you tomorrow at noon."

"Then you come to Ximu District tomorrow." Matthew reported the restaurant address, "We will meet in the restaurant at half past eleven."

Michael Sheeon agreed very happily. Matthew put away his cell phone, paid the payment, and found the front desk, ordered an Eight Immortals table, and prepared to invite Michael Sheeon to Chinese food tomorrow.

After getting through all this, he left the restaurant and returned to the apartment. After taking a shower, he lay down but was not sleepy. His head was full of the male protagonists who got the MV. Considering that it was almost three o'clock in the morning, he gradually got some clues and fell asleep in a daze.

After getting up the next morning, Matthew practiced morning exercises, read newspapers and books as planned, without wasting any time, nor did he relax and rest because he had a banquet at noon.

He knew that his starting point was too low and his ability was poor, so he had to work hard.

It was not until eleven o'clock that he put down his book, put on a formal outfit, and went out to the Chinese restaurant. Unlike last night, the restaurant had a large number of passenger flows at noon, and it was not yet dinner time, and more than half of the seats were seated.

"I made a reservation last night." Matthew said to the waiter. The waiter asked the front desk and took Matthew to the Eight Immortals table last night and asked, "Do you order food now?"

Matthew pointed outside, "I have to wait for someone. When I need to order food, I will call you."
Chapter completed!