He didn't agree to anything at the party on the weekend, and Matthew didn't force him. But when he was in contact with Paramount's people, he asked a sentence that made Matthew walk away with a smile. The scene at that time was like this...

At the party, country music that is very suitable for Matthew's taste is slowly played. In this luxurious house, everyone was holding a wine glass and whispering to the people around him. When he followed Matthew out of the study from the crowd on the weekend, a man in a gray suit came up and asked, "Hello, Mr. Zhou, my name is... Our company really hopes to cooperate with you and adapt..."

"Mr. Zhou, given your popularity and the popularity of the case, believe me, Paramount will invest a huge amount of money to build it into a big production. Now I can assure you that one of Brad Pitt, Leonardo, Tom Cruise, and Mark Damon will become the protagonist of this script..."

"Mr. Zhou?"

"Are you not satisfied with the price? This is already a very high price. All we need is to tell the screenwriter the truth about the incident. Of course, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if you are willing to cooperate with the heroine in the film to create some scandals, the love story between the detective Los Angeles and the Hollywood beauties will definitely attract a lot of people; if, if, if, when the filming of this movie is about to be released, you are willing to break up with the actress who once made scandals on Twitter and scold each other, of course, this may affect the public image, but we are willing to increase the amount to a level that is enough to compensate your losses..."

On the weekend, I stood opposite the man and suddenly asked: "Wait a minute, what is the housing price in this area?"

Paramount was dumbfounded by the topic of the weekend jump: "Private, what did you say?"

"I said, what is the price of the house in this area."

Matthew smiled at this moment and then left silently.

He did not say anything on the weekend, but he slept on the floor of his single apartment every night!

After the party, I left Matthew's home on the weekend. After returning to my home in Chinatown, I opened the door and immediately snatched my laptop from Yoda's lower abdomen when I was kicking my legs and snatched my laptop from my lower abdomen on the sofa. The website I opened at the first time was to check the housing prices in high-end residential areas in Los Angeles.

Yoda, who was wrapped in a bath towel on her head and holding an apple that had been bitten in her hand, staring at the weekend with her eyes slanted, as if saying, "I've attended a party and I'm much more courageous!"

But he turned a blind eye to all these weekends. He swiped his mouse and pulled down the page, keeping reading various prices: "One.4 million, one.27 million, one.15 million, one.6 million...one.six million...one.six million."

This house is really too small. Although the living room, bedroom, toilet and kitchen are all available, five people live in a single apartment, which is so narrow that it makes people feel bored no matter what.

When he thought about it over the weekend, he looked up at his home and was stunned. He broke free from his thoughts almost the same second. Because the room had changed.

Various reference materials covered with coffee tables disappeared. The second layer of the coffee table had an archive box, and the information was densely covered with the information; the TV screen covered with dust and was covered with chocolate by Jisty was clean, and the one under the TV was so annoying, but Gaia's socks that he never wanted to pick up on the weekend were gone; he turned his head and said that the kitchen that he had never used was no longer a battlefield created by Roger to fool his younger brother and sister. When he got up on the weekend, he saw that there was no more tomato juice and vegetable leaves on the cutting board, and there was no cut bread crust in the trash can...

Is this my own home?

On the weekend, I walked to the toilet in a bit incredible way, and the same second I pushed open the door. Roger, who was sitting on the toilet, was holding a magazine full of **********’s portraits, covering his crotch with a magazine, and the thrilling expression on his face was extremely wonderful: "Hey!"

Some key positions that cannot be pressed when standing proudly are very awkward, but the problem is that when pressing this thing at this time, it hurts!

But this exclamation failed to shake the weekend. The teeth on the toilet were neat, the three little guys' toothbrushes were replaced, and the towels were worn instead of throwing them around...

"This is not my style." After talking to himself on the weekend, he suddenly remembered something and said to Roger: "This lesson tells us that when the toilet door lock is broken, some private things need to be done after everyone is asleep."

Roger's face turned green!

How can I still have time to care about him on weekends?

When I walked out of the toilet, I had a lot of words but I still didn't know how to say it and sat back on the sofa: "What did you do?"

Yoda looked at the weekend with a madman's eyes: "Of course not."

"I was taking a nap at noon, guess what? Some abnormal sounds sounded, and I opened my eyes. I found that the broom was sweeping the floor by myself, the water from the kitchen was flowing out by itself, and all the dishes flew over and turned around to clean themselves."

After saying that, Yoda looked at Mu Daidai's expression on weekends and responded with a more mu Daidai and very incoherent laughter: "Ha, ha, ha... it's not funny at all."

I fell into silence like a dull weekend. On one side, I was the only family atmosphere in the world that suited me the most, and on the other side, I was a working environment where I could be worn with small shoes at any time. The most serious problem was that Yoda's house might not be able to get insurance compensation, Lambert's death, Yoda's identity as escaped from the mental hospital, and Roger's minor...

He should think about it. When such a major event needs to be decided, everyone should think about it. However, his hands unconsciously picked up the laptop again, and his index finger almost without any control, clicking on a house priced at $1.6 million.

A villa in Pasadena, Los Angeles is presented on the screen. This villa is located in the Pasadena villa area. The roadside is shady green trees. The courtyard has a well-deserved green belt and has a swimming pool suitable for playing in the water. The garage is double parking spaces and is moderately spaced from the neighbors... Indoor, the living room on the first floor, the kitchen and the dining room are all available, and the second floor is five bedrooms and four bathrooms...

It's like it's prepared specifically for him!

After seeing the house on the weekend, I looked at my feet again, then looked at Yoda again, and finally turned my gaze back to the villa. Then, the idle hand could no longer stop touching the phone in my pocket.

"Don't."

Yoda suddenly said a word, looking at the weekend as if she had understood something.

He stopped moving over the weekend and asked, "What's the matter?"

"No matter what it is, don't do it, I can see that you didn't feel so sad when you were facing the patrolman in Lambert's bedroom."

I laughed at the weekend: "I just bought a house for myself, what do you think it is?"

He showed an indifferent smile on the surface, insisting on continuing his smile on his face, and his hand steadily took out the phone from his pocket, dialed Matthew's phone number and said, "Private, you haven't had a rest yet."

"I'm waiting for your call."

The smile on his face on the weekend was a little bitter. He didn't like the feeling of being plotted against: "Okay, you won."

"Congratulations, as a grassroots detective in Los Angeles, earned a huge sum of money in a legal way..."

Dou, Dou, Dou.

He didn't finish talking on the weekend, and hung up the phone without giving him face. Once a person who always plots on others is plotted, it feels like he can hear Matthew's smile on the other end after hanging up the phone.

Turning back, he continued to say calmly: "Look, I just..." He thought that he had just touched the pie that fell from the sky, but remembered that Yoda had no idea that Paramount was coming to find him.

In that second, Yoda, who was holding on to this man, was touched. A girl who had never had a home since she was a child and had to call her father a man she didn't know saw with her own eyes that a man who didn't say anything wanted to buy a five-bedroom and four-bathroom house. She had never felt this way.

What they neither know is that when a man chooses to carry the difficulties on his shoulders and sets the meaning of the Lord without hesitation, the warmth itself produces is enough to melt any darkness. (To be continued.)
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