The American Scripture

　　 There will be a watch in the early hours of the evening, rush the list! Brothers, begging for the ticket!

"Did you order red wine?" Zhen Fan looked at Christine. "You can't drive after drinking. I still expect you to take me back!" Zhen Fan unceremoniously took the glass of red wine in front of Christine. I drank it in one sip.

　　 Although this action seems a bit rude, even a bit ambiguous. But Christine didn't say anything, instead there was a smile in his eyes.

"With friends like you, I don’t know if it’s lucky or bad. Obviously I think the former is more." Christine couldn’t help but burst into that smile. "Every time I see you, always Can make me feel very happy, thank you, Zhen!"

　　 "You are welcome, you paid for this meal!"

　　 "Haha, you are really..." Christine laughed, then pointed at him, "Well, I will pay for this meal. I owe you."

　　 "You owe me?" Zhen Fan shrugged, "I don't remember that you promised to invite me once, or I never remembered that you actually said something like that?"

　　 "No, because I was not there when you opened, so...this meal is my compensation for you!" Kristen triumphantly said, "We are even!"

　　 Zhen Fan was stunned: "I just know who is the smartest. It turns out that it is you. This will make you even. This is the most economical way I have ever seen!"

　　 "Is the movie finished?" Zhen Fan stopped joking, and then asked seriously.

　　 "Don't talk to me with this face, face the director's stern face all day long, I have to have a relaxing time, don't I?" Christine began to complain.

　　 "Sorry, you know, I am a decent person, this is not a joke!"

　　 "Pump!"

　　 "Well, it is now!"

　　 "Haha..." Kristen smiled very indifferently, "It seems that I came to you today, you can always make me happy!"

　　 "What has happened to you?" Zhen Fan asked inquiring.

Christine paused: "No, it's just... I don't know how to say it. Well, that's it, one of my friends, he is a lighting engineer, Luke, he has brain cancer, in the middle and late stages. "

　　 "For this matter?"

"This is part of it. He is a good person and takes care of me. I am sad to see him like that. You know, the doctor is powerless. If you want chemotherapy, you won’t be able to live long. So... maybe you can Help him!" Christine said cautiously, looking at Zhen Fan's face.

　　 Zhen Fan smiled and wiped her lower lip with a napkin: "What makes you trust me so much?"

"I don’t know, anyway... I have this feeling. You will definitely be able to help him. It’s strange. You can’t judge the source of this feeling, but it’s really in your mind. Don't go!" Christine was telling the truth, and she felt that way now.

　　 "Well, tomorrow... You will ask him to come over. This is my business card with the phone number and address on it. I believe he can find it!" Zhen Fan took out a business card and handed it to Christine.

　　 "I knew it! Thank you, Zhen!" Christine beckoned to the waiter, "Give me a glass of champagne, I want to celebrate!"

　　 "Sir, may I ask you..."

　　 "No, I don't need it, just give this lady a drink!"

　　 "Okay, please wait a moment!" The waiter left.

　　 "Why not?" Christine was a little dissatisfied, "Isn't this event worth celebrating?"

　　 "Madam, your champagne!" The waiter gently put the champagne glass on the table and pushed it down politely.

　　 "For Luke!" Zhen Fan suddenly picked up the glass in front of Christine and drank it in one go.

　　 "Oh, God, this is really unfair!"

　　 Christine yelled, opened his hands, and raised it up.

　　 "Can't I just want a drink today?"

　　 Zhen Fan shook his head: "I still expect you to take me back personally, so I have to have a capital to show off, right? Look, I've helped you, I'm counting on this!"

　　 "Well, it's up to you!"

　　 Christine is very frustrated. To be honest, she really wanted to drink some wine today. Luke’s matter was only one aspect, but on the other hand it was because of Baker and his son. Playboy's father and Playboy, they can always do things that make people hate, despise, and depress.

　　 Christine snapped his fingers, and the waiter came over.

　　 "Two hundred dollars, more is your tip!"

　　 The waiter was stunned, and then there was a burst of ecstasy. This was a tip of fifty or sixty dollars. It was the first time I met such a generous customer.

　　 "Thank you, dear Miss Stuart, please!" The waiter graciously helped Christine open the chair, and then handed her coat with both hands.

　　 "You're welcome, you behaved very well today!" Christine smiled and cast a wink at the waiter.

　　 Although he knew he was a toad and wanted to eat swan meat, the waiter couldn't help his heart beating wildly. This is Christine. Miss Stuart, the incarnation of the goddess.

　　 Zhen Fan followed Christine, watching her twisting her waist proudly, shook her head and smiled: "It seems that what irritates you, you can't make a joke with the waiter, look at him like that!"

　　 "I know!" Christine didn't look back, "I'm happy!"

　　 Zhen Fan was speechless.

　　 When he got into the car, Christine kicked the accelerator and the car rushed out, causing Zhen Fan to lean back and almost collapsed.

　　 Christine held back his laugh.

　　 "This...where is this going?"

　　 After walking for a long time, Zhen Fan finally realized that something was wrong. This was not his way home, but another way. He couldn't help but scream.

　　 "Yes, this is not your way back, this is the way to my house!"

　　 Christine didn't even look at him.

　　 "Am I going to sue you for illegal detention?" Zhen Fan was helpless, even downcast, and admitted his fate!

　　 "The above complaint is rejected!"

　　 Christine held back, his eyes were not slanted.

　　 The car steadily stopped on the lawn in front of Christine's villa. She didn't even want to park, so she got off the car and walked to her villa.

　　 Zhen Fan followed, looking around the villa. Think about my own house again, it's a bit too shabby compared to here.

　　 "The place is quite big, are you alone?"

　　 "Yes, I'm the only one!" Kristen sighed, "The other one doesn't count!" After speaking, he couldn't help but laughed.

　　 "Wow! It's so big! It's bigger than I thought!"

　　 Christine opened the door and walked into the spacious living room. The furnishings are not luxurious, but they are not worthy of being warm, with light beige as the main color.

　　 "Sit!" Kristen pointed to the sofa in the living room, and walked into the room.

　　 Zhen Fan sat down and looked around. The star and the rich are different, with some emotion in his heart, then stood up again and walked around.

　　 "Here!" Christine's voice came from behind.

Zhen Fan looked back and saw Christine walked out wearing only pajamas, a ribbon tied loosely around his waist, and on the cross-covered chest, you can see small bumps, that is Said, Christine has nothing in his pajamas, completely vacuum-packed.

　　 "Next, you should look at my hand, I still have a glass of wine in my hand!"

　　 Kristen was a little teasing, pulling Zhen Fan back to look at her, and then she saw that she had indeed handed herself a glass of wine, and she had already drunk several sips of the wine, and the smell of wine came out of her mouth.

　　 "You dress like this to entertain guests?"

　　 Zhen Fan held the wine, then walked back to the sofa, sat down again, and looked at her grinningly.

　　 Christine walked to the bar, took a brandy, and took a glass of wine and walked to Zhen Fan's side sofa to sit down. By the way, he raised Erlang's legs, and the silk pajamas slipped down, revealing a piece of white calf.

"I just want to drink some wine. Since you don't let me meet in the bar, I'll drink it at home. You can't find an excuse to refuse, right?" Kristen raised his glass and moved towards Zhen Fan proudly Shook.

　　 "Well, tell me why you want to drink!"

　　 Zhen Fan turned sideways so that he could face Christine.

　　 "Johnny Baker!"

　　 "What?" Zhen Fan was taken aback.

　　 "You've seen it, at the door of the restaurant in Billy Foshan Village, that man!" Christine's tone was a bit resentful.

　　 "I remember it!" Zhen Fan nodded, "He proposed to you? Generally, only women with premarital phobia would think of drinking to relieve their troubles!"

　　 "You're a bastard!" Christine didn't save Zhen Fan at all. "He wants me to be his girlfriend, and his father promised me that he can support me and get me an Oscar!"

　　 "Aha!" Zhen Fan was surprised, and then quickly reacted, "You refused!"

　　 "Yes, that's it. When that old guy talked to me about the deal, I really wanted to punch him in the eye socket."

　　 Christine said viciously, and waved his hand~www.NovelMTL.com~ as if he had really hit Old Baker.

　　 "This is not the point. You mean that Oscar is not absolutely fair. There are still transactions in it?" Zhen Fan stared at Christine in surprise. This is gossip!

　　 "Did you listen to what I'm talking about?" Kristen gritted his teeth a bit. "They want to use that to make a deal with me. They are really two bastards."

　　 "Then you must have missed the Oscar, and you will not think about it for a while!"

　　 Christine shook his head disdainfully: "You are too simple to think, Oscar is not his control, I will get it by my own ability, not through him to pull the relationship!"

　　 "By the way, is the old guy you talking about rich?"

　　 "Ha, what you said..." Kristen was finally defeated by Zhen Fan, "Forget it, drink the bar!" As he raised his head, he drank the wine in the glass!

　　 "Why don't you drink it?" Christine looked at Zhen Fan.

　　 "There must be someone between the two of us to stay awake!" Zhen Fan opened his hands.

　　 "Want me to feed you?" Christine smiled ambiguously.

"No, that's too..." Zhen Fan struggled a bit, "That's too damn, I should be the one to feed you, but I'm still considering whether to do it like this, eh..." The soft lips touched each other. .

　　 At this time, in the grass outside the villa, there were slight "click" and "click" sounds. A dark figure was lying there, holding a telephoto camera, working very dedicatedly...