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Blackstone Code - Chapter 811

Published at 15th of March 2024 06:55:15 AM


Chapter 811

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The girl looked down at herself and found nothing wrong. This was the first time she did this. She was a little uncomfortable and shy.

Shyness is the biggest difference between her and other girls. Look at the girls around who want not to wear pants and hang directly on others. The girl around Lynch is still a little shy.

She used to be a proud person, which made her not know how to please a man.

Because those boys, whether excellent or not, always revolve around her. She has only the experience of being flattered, but no experience of flattering others.

"I... I don't know, Mr. Lynch!" the girl stood in front of Lynch, and Lynch's hand moved from the tip of her hair to her shoulder.

Her eyes had a moment of struggle, instinctively wanted to escape, but reason didn't let her do that.

Lynch had goose bumps under his fingers, which was very interesting.

"Let's go somewhere else. There are too many people here..."

Lynch retracted his arm, his right hand buckled, his thumb against the first joint of the retracted index finger, and placed it at the waist directly below the shoulder, probably near the belt, which made his right arm naturally bend, with the elbow outward and the inside of the elbow forming a triangle.

The girl naturally passed through his arms and gently pressed her hand on Lynch's right arm, which has almost become a part of people's life instinct.

It seems that there is no stress on how to put your hands and to what extent. In fact, the federals have more rigid stress on these things than the gavra people.

What did you do wrong in gavra? People at most smiled. If you did wrong in the Federation, they would put these small things on the front page of the newspaper!

Of course, it can also be said that the people's consumption mode of the upper class is one of the few. In fact, from some angles, there is no big gap between the Federation and nagary. Both societies have excellent social mechanisms to make the lower class content with the status quo.

The house was very big. Under the guidance of the housekeeper, they found a deserted side hall.

Or from the beginning, this side hall was prepared for Lynch.

There is a TV, a small bar, some processed food is placed on the table, and there is even a small door in the room. You don't have to guess where the door leads, and they have thought of everything they can think of.

"I haven't asked, what's your name?" Lynch went to the bar and took out two wine glasses. The wine cabinet is a honeycomb wall, and there is a bottle of wine in each honeycomb.

It can be seen that the designer is very attentive in this regard. This design is a very novel design without occupying too much space. Many people like this wine cabinet.

"What would you like to drink?"

Lynch drew a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, amber liquid wobble in the bright glass bottle, occasionally hit some bubbles, and disappeared in a flash.

Pull off the lid, a strong smell of wine emanates from the mouth of the small bottle.

He poured some for himself and looked at the girl.

The girl hesitated, but finally nodded, drank some wine, and would help everything that might happen, "just what you have!".

Lynch went to the sofa with two glasses of wine. He handed one of them. "You haven't told me your name yet."

"Nelly..." she held the wine glass in her hands and made a lot of small movements in her hands. It can be seen that she is very nervous now.

After she said her name, she took a sip of wine, and then her face became ruddy.

Obviously, the degree of these wines exceeded Nelly's imagination. In fact, it's not that the degree of the wine is too high, but she didn't or doesn't often drink this kind of wine before.

"Nelly?", Lynch repeated. He sat relaxed and took a sip from his glass. "Nice name."

At this time, two people are nervous and completely relaxed, just like two extremes.

Nelly always holds the glass in her hands. It seems that doing so can provide her with some sense of security and ease her tension.

She pursed her lips and suddenly asked, "Mr. Lynch..."

"Just now you said I still have some defects. I don't know where it is?"

Lynch smiled and didn't take up the topic. Instead, he talked about the whole process of the girl's arrival at lardimo. He was like a good listener and wouldn't interrupt the girl's memory and Reflection on this period of time.

At the end, she was a little confused.

When she sat on the sofa, the whole person's state suddenly changed greatly, like... An epiphany?

After working hard for so long and persisting for so long, everything in front of her and her own situation make all her previous persistence meaningless and powerless.

She even regretted going to lardimore from that small city that was not very developed to look for her dream. She regretted coming here and sending herself to others like a dirty gift.

She was silent and didn't speak. Lynch looked at her expression and her confused look. It was a very interesting experience.

She doesn't need any large-scale changes on her face. She doesn't need to wink. Just some changes in her pupils are enough to show a lot of things.

It's interesting to observe a person. He didn't disturb Nelly's "Epiphany" at this time. He took a sip of wine from time to time, like waiting for something.

Three or four minutes later, Nelly withdrew from her long thinking. She was a little depressed. "Sorry, I'm distracted."

She also hesitated. Sometimes people's self awakening is only a moment!

Lynch began to talk at this time, "I saw you and reminded me of another girl!"

Look, are there any more fucking people and words than this?

But then again, no matter how fucked what Lynch said, the girl must listen.

She didn't interrupt, but Lynch looked at her with a smile and interacted, "you must know her..."

"Who is she?" at this stage, Nelly had to answer Lynch's question even if she didn't want to let things go on. It was a polite question.

Lynch raised his eyebrows slightly and had a high spirited demeanor. "Penny, you know, they call her..."

"The new queen!" Nelly immediately took Lynch's words and made up for what he had not finished.

Since the relationship between penny and Lynch was completely exposed, the topic about Penny has been circulating in this small circle.

Many people who envy her say that she has no ability, but has climbed into Lynch's bed, so she has such a great fame and status now.

If there is no Lynch, or left Lynch, she is nothing!

What kind of play can a 19-year-old girl really think she is the leader of the new generation of actresses without complimenting her in Mr. Lynch's face?

Nelly has heard similar words many times. She has seen several movies starring Penny herself. I have to say that the girl is very talented in performance, but she is far from reaching the height of "the new generation Queen"!

What really gives her such a title is Lynch's ubiquitous influence.

As long as Lynch makes a little statement and reveals his meaning, raldemore's high-ranking production companies will spread the red carpet all the way from the company to Penny's door like the lowest servants, kneel at her feet and let her sign a big contract.

Nelly is also jealous of penny. She has such good resources. Almost all scripts suitable for her will ask her whether she is willing to play before shooting.

Some people say that when she doesn't have a job, she has at least ten scripts waiting for her to choose every day.

But when you think about yourself, you have studied and worked very hard, but you haven't even seen or touched a formal script.

At most, they crowded together with a group of people in the company's bus to the shooting scene. When they arrived, the local staff explained where they stood and what expressions and actions they made, and then flashed in front of the camera.

Many times their faces don't have a chance to appear on the big screen and are cut off directly.

On the contrary, penny, the fire is in a mess. This is the real life.

Unwilling?

Yes, not reconciled.

Isn't it fair?

Very unfair!

Lynch looked at her expression and smiled, "you have a fatal defect. You are not firm enough and can't see the world clearly."

"Or you've never forced yourself. You always leave yourself a way back, so you never know where your potential is."

Lynch found it from the beginning. He put his glass on the tea table. "The most common thing I hear is that someone complains, 'I've worked hard, why haven't I succeeded yet'"

"These people always feel that the world is unfair to themselves, but they don't realize that effort is different from effort."

Lynch's tone is very soft, gentle, but also cold. It shows a kind of indifference from above, just like a god overlooking the world. Everything is just his toy.

He raised his hand, lifted the girl's hair hanging on her chest, raised his fingertips, and gently touched her shoulder. "Gold and iron ore are both ores. Are they equal in value?"

His eyes stared at his fingertips. His fingertips slowly fell down, and the girl's body trembled slightly. "It's the same effort. You may not be able to receive a leading role in a year if you practice acting in a closed room in front of a mirror."

"But some people can annoy the protagonist with just one word."

"You may think this is the biggest injustice, but how can you understand that others' efforts and efforts are not as much as you?"

"The essence is different!"




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