"Where are you taking me?" Roy was unhappy. What happened today is simply too bad.
"You'll know in a moment." Laila took him outside the studio and let go, leaving him behind, walking along the street like a stroll.
The rich woman really had a brain disease, so she went to dress him up in order to let people go shopping with her. Roy rolled his eyes at the sky.
"Just do what you want. I don't have so much time to go shopping with your eldest lady, okay?"
Passing by a pastry shop, the creamy scent from it made him lick his lips, and his stomach was Grumbling very embarrassing.
"You didn't have breakfast?" It's hard for Laila to pretend not to hear such a loud voice.
Roy became furious "No? Do you think everyone can open their eyes just like you rich people?"
Laila squinted at him with a smile and looked straight at him. His face was purplish red, and he raised his fist to make a beating before entering a restaurant on the roadside.
"Give me a quieter seat." She demanded to the waiter who came up to greet her, and was led to a table that was cut off from the surroundings. The partition decorated with green vines puts an end to the sight of the people around it, which is just suitable for a more concealed conversation.
"Sit down." She asked Roy to sit down and looked at the menu.
"Are you inviting me to dinner?" Roy stared at her warily. He just glanced at the menu and found that the price of any bowl of soup on it would be enough to fill his belly with bread for several weeks. If she asks him to pay for it after eating, he won't be able to.
"Of course." Laila looked at him strangely "Do I give you such a bad impression? I can't afford a meal?"
"Who knows?" Roy sneered twice "You can keep chasing. I want to pay for the clothes, don't you?"
Laila shrugged, "Okay. Don't worry, I'll ask for this meal, and you can order it as you please."
Roy looked at her, squinted his eyes, and the corner of his lips curled up, a Bewitching smile. He put an arm on the back of her seat, leaned his head close to her, and sprayed his breath straight to her ears "Call me out, dress me up, and now invite me to dinner. You are fascinated by me. Right?"
This bear boy! It took Laila a lot of effort to resist slamming the plate in front of her on his face.
Anyway, a woman with a soul in her thirties, how could she be seduced by a kid who hasn't even reached her twenties?
She turned her head and wanted to discuss with him what it means to be "passionate", but she turned her head too much and the speed was too fast, and she accidentally rubbed the earlobe from Roy's lips, making her stiff Up.
Roy didn't notice her abnormality, and the waiter was invited to recite the name on the menu. Anyway, someone asked him to eat enough oil and water for a week. And what he said just now was simply casual, he didn't really think that a rich girl would have any romantic thoughts about a poor boy.
He has been living at the bottom of society and has seen too many dark things. If Laila wants to play money with him or something, he still believes that she is not in love with him, he will sneer at anyone who come out and say she is.
And Laila would definitely not admit that she was shocked by a big boy, but she clearly understood one thing, that is, the future of this guy is unlimited. If he can make the same performance in front of the camera, she believes that he will become the sexiest male star in Hollywood!
After thinking for a moment, she quickly made up her mind. While Roy was sitting at the table feasting, she walked to an empty place and made a few phone calls.
When she came back, what she saw was Roy with his swollen belly leaning over the dining table, drinking coffee with contentment on his face.
Seeing her back, he touched his stomach "I'm full, now you tie me up or sell it, it's up to you."
Laila smiled and said, "Now you owe me more money."
"... …" Roy gave her a white look "Whatever, it doesn't matter if you leave me in the store to wash the dishes, it is estimated that they won't even hand the work of washing the dishes to people like me." He didn't mind and Smiled pulmonarily.
Laila frowned and sat down beside him "What are your plans for the future?"
"What plans can I have? Ideals are for rich people. People like me only need to have enough food every day. That's it."
He didn't have any greedy thoughts, Laila didn't rush to talk to him casually, and by the way, he deepened some understanding, until someone was led by the waiter.
"Claire." Laila stood up and greeted her to her side "Are the things I want ready?"
"It was ready when you said it last time. Just printed it out." Claire took one document out from her bag.
Laila looked at it again, and nodded in satisfaction when she felt that there was nothing to add "Thank you Claire, you helped me a lot."
"What help?" Claire then moved her gaze to her belly, which is still beautiful. The boy frowned "Is he?"
"Yes, he is Roy. Roy Seasonstar." Laila said, putting the file in front of Roy, and by the way she stuffed the documents on his hand. "
Read it again, then sign it." "What is this?" Roy gave her a puzzled look. Wouldn't you really want to sell him? Even if she sells him, he won't make money back for that dress, and it's hard to say whether he can even get the meal.
Also, did he tell her what his last name was? How did she know his surname Seasonstar?
"Look at what I am doing?" Laila turned her head and pointed at the file "Look at this."
"What the hell?" Roy lowered his head and was stunned as soon as he glanced at it "Broker contract?"
He watched it line by line, and the more he looked at it, the more incredible it became.
After watching TV, he certainly knows what the agent does. Whether it is an actor, a singer, or an athlete, he almost has an exclusive agent to help them contact work and handle matters.
But what does he want an agent for? He can't even support himself, and can he still support an agent?
"Why do I want an agent?"
Laila raised her eyebrows "It's very clear, didn't you see it? Or did you never learn such simple words? If this is the case, I have to reconsider you, It's time for your debut."
"Debut? Me? What the hell am I?" Roy said a little incoherently. At this moment, his mind was full of squishy, and he began to wonder if he had been in an absurd dream since yesterday. As long as he wakes up from the dream, he will find that he has not carried a debt of $100,000 at all, nor has he eaten the large table of high-quality food just now.
"Of course it's an actor. Your first job has been determined, of course, you have to start asking an agent to help you run it."
Roy stood up incredulously "What first job? If I have any job, how can you contact me? I don't even know it?" Isn't it a dream? Still a strange dream that is getting more and more unreasonable.
Is the job opportunity falling from the sky, or is it a job opportunity that needs the help of a broker?
Even if it is a dream, it is too exaggerated, right? He had no idea that he still wanted to be an actor. How could he have such a dream?