Chapter 1364 Drunk Life Dream
Papapa, Papa.
Early in the morning, the sound of knocking on the door was stunned in the hotel corridor as if it was a rush, and the whole world seemed to shock slightly.
However, the room was silent, no response, no movement.
Standing at the door, Noah sweaty, red and red, and was anxiously crying; the sound here woke up Lucas in the next room.
Lucas pushed out the door, with a serious face, and could not see his expression at all.
"What's going on?"
At this time, less than six o'clock in the morning, the entire "walking with the song" crew did not wake up, and it was almost three hours before today's boot time.
In some movie works, actors need special makeup, such as Dr. Octopus in "Spider -Man", so actors often need to prepare in advance. The shooting at 9 am may need to get up to make up for makeup.
But in the "Walking with the Song" crew, it is not necessary, everything is operating normally.
Therefore, the entire crew is now sleeping, and the corridor is quiet.
When the outside world is in an enthusiastic because of "warm and warm inner light" and summer stalls, the crew of "walking with the song" crew is still filming, and the crew runs in an orderly manner.
Focus, invest, immerse.
The crew joined and down to work together, because Lucas, the big boss and movie producer of the forest film industry, personally supervised the crew —
No one wants to be caught and lazy.
During the rest period, the staff's conversation only caught some fragments between the words, and felt the enthusiasm of "warm inside". One or two could not help but look forward to "walking with the song".
Today, early in the morning, Noah's appearance disrupted the crew order.
When Noah saw Lucas, she stood upright immediately, showing a serious look.
If you look at it thickly, you should also wake up in his sleep. Wearing black pajamas, wearing a black bathrobe at will, a little tightening, there is no usual rigorous dignity, and it is a little lazy in the sleepy eyes. He was tired, but he still showed a rigor and sharpness, which made people dare not look directly at his eyes.
Noah stands unconsciously.
"Mr. Wood, Mr. Anson asked me to wake him up at six in the morning."
However, ... I knocked on the door for a long time without movement, there was no sound at all.
Considering the state of Anson's "walking with the song" in the recent period ... Noah and Lucas exchanged a sight, and they were vigilant.
Lucas's pupils revealed a touch of different colors, although I didn't know what was going on, but now Anon said.
"Let it open."
Lucas took out a room key from the bathrobe pocket, opened the hotel room in front of me without obstacles, and opened the door-
One is dark.
The darkness of the five fingers did not see the five fingers, and the shading curtains were strictly blocked, and they could only rely on the light of the corridor to faintly capture the outline of the furniture in the room.
However, the layout of the hotel room was basically similar. Lucas walked towards the bedroom through the hall with memory, but inadvertently collided into the sofa.
哐。。。.
There was a sound of a bottle collision, and the alcohol in the air made Lucas feel uneasy, and his heart raised high.
"Anson?"
Lucas didn't control it and called for a sentence, but there was still no response in the room.
Slap.
With a crisp switch sound, the darkness retreated in the milky yellow halo, Lucas turned to look at Noah. At this time, I realized that I was too nervous to forget it. The scene is now-
The crooked wine bottle, the messy clothes and shoes, overturned the local table lamp and the poorly rolling tables, seemed to be a storm.
The quilts and sheets in the bedroom all slipped the ground, so that there was nothing empty on the bed. Follow the traces of the sheets to find the past, and finally saw the whole person wrapped the quilt curled up to a shrimp into Anson.
"Oh, God."
Noah took a breath. With a meal of Lucas's heart, the fear and nervousness that could not be described in a language firmly grasped the ankle and fell quickly, and the world burst out instantly.
"Anson?"
Lucas stepped forward with an arrow, and the six gods picked up Anson in panic, and subconsciously explored Anson's wrist to test Anson's pulse.
The heart is still beating.
Lucas held his breath, and he had never been so fortunate that he felt the strength of the pulse passed to the fingertips. A tingling hair finally relaxed slightly. At this time, he realized that his whole body muscles were tight.
Noah was worried, "Do you need me to call the crew's accompanying doctor?"
Lucas waved his hand, "No." But there was no time to pay time to Naoya, "Anson, Wake up, Anson?"
Finally, Anson seemed to hear the call, groaning pain-
ah.
Only when he sounded, Anson broke his voice on his own, and the follow -up moaning swallowed all, but correspondingly, the eyebrows and facial features were crowded.
There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!
In just one second, it seemed to break his breath.
Then, he couldn't control it, and his voice was squeezed out of his throat.
"God ..."
The voice that is comparable to the lattral voice is particularly harsh, and I can't hear it myself.
The whole person finally sat up, but every muscle on his body was moaning and protesting, as if he was beaten up on the hemp bags-
Can't breathe.
Lucas, "Water."
Anson raised his right hand silently, a mineral water bottle plugged into the palm of his hand, and gurgically poured all the bottle of mineral water into his throat.
Then, the shoulders and heads were pulled down, as if weighing.
Lucas looked up at Noah, "Go to the hotel kitchen to soak a cup of honey lemonade, pay attention, warm; let the kitchen prepare a breakfast, don't be too greasy, if there are no other, just white porridge."
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Noah's face listened seriously, and after confirming that there was no omissions, he turned and left quickly.
Anson still closed his eyes, "Luca, you are going to scare your child like this."
Lucas did not respond, but turned around and flipped to find something.
Anson was sitting in place with a good face, and suddenly felt something on his cheeks, raised his hand and touched it, and realized that he was actually sunglasses.
Wearing sunglasses and covering the light, Anson finally opened his eyes.
Lucas's voice came from the side, "How much did you drink last night?"
Anson shrugged gently, "I don't know. But Luka, do you know, my alcohol is better than imagined, but I don't get drunk."
Lucas glanced at Anson, "You were more able to drink when you were not doing business all day long. The current amount of alcohol is still backward after three years of sober."
Anson: ...
"Well, you all know. But you don't need to pierce me. Ha. Ha." Anson smiled twice.
Lucas looked at Anson, and the countless words turned around the tip of the tongue, but finally turned into a sigh and vomiting.
"What's going on?"
"You asked Noah to call you up in advance. It seemed to know what you might go today, so these wine bottles last night were not unexpected."
Among the sporadic clues, Lucas made up the corner of the matter.
(End of this chapter)