Pet King

"It is indeed a big city!"

The smooth asphalt road, the beautiful cars passing by in groups, the gorgeous bungalows row by row, and most importantly, the wives and ladies who dress, make Roger an eye-opener who has not entered the city several times.

He was wearing a dirty suit, which was the clothes that Dad had unearthed from the box, and it was cramped on him. The suit jacket can effectively cover his revolver inserted in the armpit, so as not to scare the noble ladies and gentlemen in the city. But then again, the girls in the city are so pretty, Roger's eyes are almost running out.

"I warn you, don't think about escaping, but you are Lao Tzu's cash cow. Whether or not you can ride a beautiful girl depends on your performance." Roger warned, holding Feimas.

He stood at the entrance of the film company, correcting his crumpled bow tie, and said to the porter in the most polite tone he could show: "Hi, hello! I'm Roger, Roger Leslie, From Leslie Farm, I have an appointment with Mr. Charles. "

The porter gave him a cold look, and although Roger thought he was decent, he couldn't hide the vulgar tone of the hunk.

"Come up, Mr. Charles is in room 301-and, don't let your dog **** in the hallway, otherwise I will let you eat the shit, and there will be no residue left! In this building, dogs Your value is much higher! "The porter warned expressionlessly.

Roger coughed and took Feimas upstairs. Along the way, his eyes narrowed towards the female stenographers passing by, forcing the urge to touch their buttocks. He didn't understand why the society can tolerate these beautiful girls working in the same office with men. Even if society can tolerate, those men can tolerate it? It must not be a man who can bear it.

Standing in front of Office 301, he knocked on the door three times.

"Come in," said a sweet female voice.

Roger pushed open the door as if he was hooked, and saw a handsome blond beauty sitting behind a desk and smiling at him: "Is Mr. Leslie? Mr. Charles is waiting for you in there . "

Originally, Office 301 was a suite, and Charles's full-time secretary was working outside. She wore a standard 6-inch skirt off the ground and her stockings rolled to her calf, revealing a smooth and seductive knee. Before Roger came in, she was reading a "New Yorker" magazine, and the page stopped in a fashion column written by the signature "lipstick"-teaching you how to spend the nightlife of the wavy shape.

Roger learns how gentlemen and gentlemen take off their hats and squints and says, "Beauty, just call me Roger-hi! I have a suggestion. Are you free this evening? I want to eat you for dinner?"

The secretary kept a courteous smile but refused a thousand miles away. "Sorry, Mr. Leslie, I have an appointment tonight."

Really disappointing!

Roger muttered in his heart, and pushed open the inner door.

The decoration of this office is luxurious and spacious like a palace. The cashmere rug from Turkey perfectly absorbs the footsteps, the elegant desk is wrapped in brass corners, and the company's founder's large oil paintings are hung on the wall.

Charles was talking to another man in a very polite manner, totally different from yesterday's conversation with Roger.

"Good day, Mr. Charles," Roger said respectfully, "I'm here."

Charles glanced back at Pegasus and ignored Roger, but said to another, "Mr. Duncan, look at this dog. Is it very similar to yours?"

At this time, both Feimas and Roger noticed that there was another dog in the office. The dog was squatting on a high-backed chair in front of a dining table lined with white tablecloths. The fragrant grilled steak was placed on the table.

"Please use it slowly, sir," said the chef respectfully, lowering his head and pushing the dining car out of the room, and he only spoke like a dog.

In addition to steak, there is a glass of amber-colored wine on the table, a fragrant rose in a porcelain vase from China, and silver tableware from manufacturer Robbe_Berking neatly placed on both sides of the plate.

The dog-like Demu glanced arrogantly at Roger and Pegasus, and then buried his head in the dinner plate, turning a blind eye to the silvery tableware, directly biting the steak.

Pegasus stared blankly at this extremely luxurious competitor, while Roger was salivating at the wine.

Charles gave Roger a warning glance. "Our big star likes to drink two glasses. You didn't see anything, you know?"

"Yes, yes, I understand. Don't worry, sir." Roger swallowed.

He knew Charles wouldn't let him promote wine, even his hunk knows that the "Prohibition Order" enacted by Congress has put hundreds of thousands of people into jail. He knew the dog was famous, but he didn't expect that it would satisfy the appetite of a senior executive like Charles to run the risk of breaking the law ...

The concierge told him that people are not as good as dogs in this building. At first he thought it was a joke or irony, but he never expected it to be true. That being the case, if Feimas **** in the hallway, he may be forced to swallow the **** ...

The man named Duncan was well-formed and handsome. He held the lighted pipe leisurely in front of Feimas, examined it with contempt, and said, "This is the dog named 13? Well, Charles. You are right, sir, this dog is so **** like it! But it's just like it. How can it be compared to my dog? "

Charles quipped: "I hope so, or Jack's leg will hurt again."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

Only Roger was so aggressive that he didn't know they were referring to the bad-tempered dog biting Jack Warner on the dining table. Despite being bitten, the boss still has to offer the dog like his ancestor, who let it once save the company from bankruptcy.

Until then, Duncan casually looked at Roger and asked casually, "You are the master of 13?"

"Yes, sir, my name is Roger, and Roger Leslie is willing to work for you." Roger stooped humbly.

Duncan poke his chest with his fingers and said verbatim: "I **** don't care what your name is, all because of this dog you can stand here. The only thing you and your dog have to do is to replace My dog ​​appeared in some dangerous shots. In addition, you'd better close my mouth tightly, don't tell this thing, if you let me hear someone rumors behind me that the breathtaking thrilling shots are not me You ’re waiting for the court's summons! ”

Roger was poked back and forth. He was burning in anger, and was running through the countryside with a fast-handed gun. He had never suffered such humiliation, but for money, he dared not to speak.

Charles handed a piece of paper, patted him on the shoulder, and said lightly, "Sign this."

"This ... what is this?" Roger is basically half illiterate. The paper is densely packed with text, and he doesn't know many words, which makes it difficult to read.

"A non-disclosure agreement." Charles said, "Like Mr. Duncan said, we are all civilized, and we must use legal instruments to ensure that you will not say something that should not be said. If you are not assured, you can ask a lawyer To help you decide. "

Roger could not afford the lawyer, of course, he was hesitant to sign the document. Obviously, if he doesn't sign, he will get out, after all, Charles only wants 13.

Charles smiled slightly and said, "Is Mr. Leslie right? 13 is excellent, but the stand-in is only a stand-in. You'd better take it as an indispensable role, and you're not. You know, yesterday I searched from other places. Come with a few dogs, and now our superstar has 18 stunt dogs, one more and one less. If you don't want to sign, just return the check and take your dog away! "

Roger's face was blue and white for a while. His check was paid off by him yesterday. The rest of the money was used to find two country girls. Merry and happy, today he has returned to a state of penniless poverty. What do you pay for the check?

"Okay, sir, I just need to sign. If I say, there is no need to do this between us. I'm a tight-lipped guy. From an early age, I wouldn't say it even if I held a gun at my head." He Mumbled, crookedly signed his name on the confidentiality agreement.

During their conversation, Feimas had been staring at the Demu who enjoyed delicious steaks on the dining table. His stomach had been rounded, but he kept eating, and kept his tongue out in the glass. Roll into the wine roll.

This animal husbandry is very similar to Feimas from fur color to body shape. If standing together can hardly distinguish each other ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Feimas' heart is full of sorrow, it has already vaguely realized something but refuse Go back further.

Everything is a lie, everything is!

It used to think it was it, but it wasn't.

Let me go, let me leave this world, I've had enough!

The world is so lonely, there is no Xinghai, no old tea, not even a friend who can listen to it.

Feimas' heart broke in half, it no longer wanted to know who it was, just wanted to return to the VIP room of Binhai Liujin Cinema, watch the second half with everyone, and then return to the pet store Meimei to sleep, Forget everything, when I woke up, I lay quietly in the corner, watching Xinghai Moeng, watching Fina snore, watching Snow Lion commit idiots, watching Richard cheating, watching old tea ...

The most important thing is that it wants to hear Zhang Zi'an say it again-Feimas, today you are the protagonist.

It wants to be the protagonist, even if only for one day.