238 Sugar 2

Ah, this makes people...

very fascinated. :)

The man pressed his eyebrows and chuckled softly.

Fine.

Sleep on sleep, lock on lock.

Let it be, everything is arranged for the best. After pouring himself two sentences of chicken soup, Shi Suizhe went back and stayed by the bed for a few seconds.

Some thoughts of not wanting to be human flashed.

In the end, Shi Sui still turned off the light, took the script on the bedside table, sat on the single sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, turned on a small night light, and looked at it with her sharp fingers.

Shi Sui is still hesitating about this movie.

The script is wonderfully written, and the most holy and immaculate church has a flower of evil entrenched in it. The darkest and dampest mental hospital has the only bright color in the whole play.

The plot line is the line of criminal reasoning, interlocking, and the IQ of each supporting role is online.

The emotional line is a rivalry between a criminal with a high IQ and a psychiatrist. It starts with a cat-and-mouse game of joking chase and ends with a tragedy of regret. It is full of drama.

In all fairness, Shi Sui wanted to take this script.

However, he can't act emotionally.

It's not about acting.

It's a psychological problem.

He resists all close contact with women, which has become a psychological obstacle.

Director Yan had tried several methods before, but Shi Sui vomited as soon as he shot it, and there was no effect at all, so he had to give up in the end.

Other scripts are fine, but in this script, if the character of Miss Doctor or the scene of Miss Doctor is deleted, the whole film will lose a certain balance, and it does not meet the artistic expression that the director wants.

So, either he has to overcome the psychological hurdle of acting opposite, or he has to give up this good script.

Shi Sui was having a headache, and the little girl on the bed was probably too hot, so she kicked off the quilt.

"..." It's quite dishonest.

Shi Sui shook her head, put down the script, and got up to cover her with a quilt.

The little girl called out drunkenly: "Small brain axe... all..."

She looked around for the cat in a daze, but didn't find the small brain axe, but found...

Shi Sui's hand.

Bai Ruan's slender fingers rubbed tentatively a few times, and she opened her eyes as if she sensed something was wrong.

The world was spinning in front of her, she tried to focus, and finally recognized the man in front of her:

"why you?"

Shi Sui raised her eyebrows and condoned her 'eating tofu' behavior: "Who am I?"

"Cub."

"……what?"

"Cub." Xiangyi looked at him innocently, "Why are you here? This is where the little brain axe sleeps."

To emphasize, she also patted the pillow on the other side with her hand.

Shi Sui licked the corner of her lower lip, "Then tell me, where is the right place for me to sleep?"

It is too embarrassing to ask a drunk person to carry out logical analysis.

Xiangyi only felt his head hurt even more, and said nonsense: "You... sleep in the cat litter."

Shi Sui laughed angrily at her: "Is there such a big cat litter?"

The little girl said elegantly, "I'll ask my third brother to make one for you!"

Shi Sui: "Okay, I'll wait, you go to sleep."

He leaned over to pick up the quilt, but the girl was lying beside the bed, her cheeks half against the black sheets, which made her skin whiter.

The drunk little girl spoke slowly, much warmer than usual, "You, you look good..."

"Huh?" Shi Sui simply sat cross-legged on the ground and looked at her calmly, "Then me and your brother, who looks good?"

Xiangyi's face is wrinkled, and she has an expression of being forced to open again.