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Published at 3rd of November 2021 10:04:44 AM


Chapter 678: 678

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One "Thank you for shooting this work. Thank you." The middle-aged man standing in front of him, in a suit and leather shoes, is neatly dressed. Even if he has just finished a journey, he is not too embarrassed. He looked like a financial executive or a tech upstart, but his eyes were slightly red, and he patted Lan Li’s arm three times in a row, as if he wanted to say something, but his feelings were too complicated to express accurately. In the end it just turned into a "thank you".

Lan Li knew that this was a person with a story. The story of "Love Is Crazy" prodded a certain fragility deep in his heart, and it may even be the dilemma he is facing now. That kind of empathy made him strip the serious and professional appearance of his appearance, and the softest part was leaked in an instant.

"My honour." Lan Li didn't express too much, because he knew better than anyone that words couldn't heal these wounds, only time. This is the case with Drake Doremus, as is the middle-aged man in front of him.

The middle-aged man raised his head and noticed the gentle smile at the corner of Lan Li's mouth. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, "Come on. I hope more people will see your work. You are a real good actor." , He lifted his cabin, turned and left.

Raising his head, Lan Li was about to take another step, but saw a familiar figure beside the exit, a three-piece black suit with a white shirt and dark gray vest, and a long black trench coat outside. , With a black umbrella in his right hand, the delicately carved wooden handle reflects the vicissitudes of palm like tree bark.

Nathan noticed Lan Li's pause and was about to ask, and then heard a solemn voice from his right hand, "Master Lan Li, welcome home."

I followed the voice and saw the figure of the English gentleman, like an old green pine, tall and firm, but old and awkward. The old gentleman paced forward, stopped in front of Lan Li, leaned slightly, and asked with a smile, "Is the journey going well?"

"Len Li?" Nathan was a little unsure. First, he didn't know this person; second, this person didn't look like a movie fan. Nathan hurriedly called Roy diagonally in front of him, gestured with his eyes, and asked: What's the situation? Could it be the driver sent by the crew in advance? But they did not receive relevant notice.

Looking at Philip Demba standing in front of him, Lan Li found that he was not as surprised as he thought.

Returning to London this time, things are different. On the one hand, because of the news that "Edge of Tomorrow" is about to go to the UK, Warner Bros. has released it and the media has made public reports; on the other hand, because of Eaton’s opening ceremony, at the reception, more than half of the surrounding guests are estimated They are all familiar old faces. Therefore, Lan Li did not conceal his schedule.

This will be the youngest son of the Hortons, returning to London's social circle after two years, and making an official appearance. After agreeing to Eaton, Lanly realized this, but he had no fear or fear, let alone repentance. He will not take the initiative to go back to the Bayswater mansion, but he will not avoid a possible head-on confrontation.

This year and last year are still different after all.

Philip appeared at the airport to pick up the plane. To be precise, this should be expected.

"Everything went well. London is still so overcast and rainy." Lan Li showed a sincere smile. Leaving aside the rest of the family, Ren Li can be his true self in front of Philip. "How about you? Are you okay? Is your knee problem okay on rainy days?"

"Very good." Philip nodded and replied. Feeling the sight of Lan Li's inquiry, he had to add, "I only went to the Chinese Medical Center for cupping last week. The doctor said that my condition has improved this year."

Britain is rainy all year round, and Philip's knees and joints have always had minor problems, especially when he gets older. Western medicine has no effective treatment method, except for surgery, which is surgery; but in Lan Li's view, this should be similar to rheumatism, so he recommended Philip to see a Chinese doctor.

After a brief greeting, Philip changed his words, "Where's the young master's luggage? Leave it to me. The driver is here today."

"Len Li?" Nathan and Roy both noticed something was wrong, and they walked over, with a little worried expression on their faces, but more confused. "Is this someone you know?"

"Yes, this is Philip who I grew up with." Lan Li briefly introduced, "This is Nathan, this is Roy. They are all my working partners." Philip nodded politely and thoughtfully. , It made Nathan and Roy mess up instead. Lan Li chuckled and asked directly, "Who sent the car?"

Philip looked at Lan Li with a look of embarrassment.

Lan Li pursed the corners of his mouth, and a smile appeared in his eyes, "I'll know when I arrive." He turned his head and looked at Nathan, "Go straight to the hotel, and make your own arrangements. After the matter is over, someone will send it away. I went back."

Nathan and Roy were dumbfounded, neither of them encountered such a situation. Or Roy took the initiative to speak, "Len Li, are you sure? We have already booked the car and dinner."

Lan Li smiled and patted Roy's arm, gave him a relieved look, and then walked out quickly.

Philip nodded to the two people separately, and then quickly followed.

Roy and Nathan saw that Philip went to the door, took the initiative to open the umbrella, and supported Lan Li. He just stood at the door for no more than fifteen seconds, and a black car stopped beside him. Philip After escorting Lan Li into the car, he held the umbrella, went around to the other side, opened the door of the passenger seat, and sat in.

Involuntarily quickly followed, Roy watched the black car drift away. In a blink of an eye, in the gray rain and fog, there was nothing to see. The whole thing reveals a kind of weirdness. I can't tell a single reason, but I always feel that something is wrong.

"Roy, Lan Li...has he been kidnapped?" Nathan blinked and came up with an unbelievable idea. In fact, there are even more terrifying conjectures in his mind, such as being controlled by /cult/religion, such as being hypnotized by spirit... But in the final analysis, it means that the whole situation is not normal.

Roy glanced at Nathan silently, "I'm not sure what the **** is going on. But I know that the car was a Bentley just now."

Bentley, the brand used by the British royal family, of course, not only the royal family, but the top rich also have a soft spot for Bentley. But no matter what the possibility is, Bentley is not a car that ordinary people can afford; what's more, it is equipped with a driver and is picked up by a special person, and the manner of the old gentleman just now looks like an ordinary person.

"Bentley? I don't see it at all. Isn't it just an ordinary car?" Nathan recalled carefully, but couldn't notice the luxury and honor of the car just now.

Roy nodded and said meaningfully, "Exactly!"

For the nouveau riche or new nobles, they are very happy to show off their wealth, and some even deliberately show off their wealth; but for the real old nobles and old rich people, keep a low profile, keep a low profile all the time, in a low profile Luxurious, even expensive that ordinary people simply cannot understand, this is their standard of living.

It was precisely because that Bentley was so low-key that Roy became more and more strange. Suddenly, Roy seemed to think of something and looked at Nathan, "Do you remember how Philip called Lanly?"

"Name?" Nathan didn't notice such details at all. "How do you call it?"

Master Lan Li. That's how Philip called it.

At this moment, the Lan Li sitting in the car, even if he closes his eyes, can imagine Roy and Nathan's consternation, panic, and grandeur, but he also knows that the frequency of commuting to and from London is bound to increase in the future. Hiding other people may not be a problem, but hiding Roy, Nathan and Andy around him is an impossible task. The truth will be revealed sooner or later.

Thinking of this, the corners of Lan Li's mouth could not help but rise, and the expressions of Nathan and Roy just now were so funny.

Philip looked at Lan Li through the rearview mirror. He could perceive that when he came back this time, Lan Li's whole mood and temperament were different. The joy and vigor between the eyebrows were really long gone.

Philip still clearly remembers the blue gift of childhood ~ www.novelhall.com~ calm and wise, very precocious, but always full of enthusiasm and vitality. When other children were still learning Chinese, Lan Li had already started to study philosophy, literature, and music.

At that time, the family was full of high expectations. Both George and Elizabeth believed that there was a genius child prodigy in the family, who could not wait to show off to other noble friends, and the words were full of pride.

However, Lan Li is not the kind of kid who is at his mercy. He always responds to the expectations of George and Elizabeth in a prank way. When they asked Lan Li to perform piano music in front of the guests, Lan Li deliberately played folk songs praising Robin Hood; when they asked Lan Li to share insights on literary works with guests, Lan Li would arrogantly criticize those literary works. Nothing.

The guests are always amazed by Lanly’s talent-for a child, not only has the sense of independence, but also has wise and sharp insights, and is also able to skillfully use a variety of knowledge. This is not a genius, it is what?

However, George and Elizabeth did not like it. Because Lan Li has swept their face, because Lan Li has lost the etiquette of the nobles, and because Lan Li has lost control. Until one day, Lan Li began to learn to perform, gave up the "dignity" of nobility, gave up the "pride" of genius, and embarked on the path of an actor, which completely destroyed the bottom line of George and Elizabeth. Family affection that has never really existed, barely maintained for many years, with a light push, it fell to pieces in an instant.

It seems that since then, Philip has never seen such a blue gift: vigorous, relaxed and cheerful, unrestrained, even the look between his eyebrows is so beautiful.

Philip thought that such a blue ceremony had disappeared in the airlessness and lifelessness of the aristocracy. He didn't expect to see it again in his lifetime.




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