Studio City, film set.
The director was about to start work when he received a phone call and yelled directly into the card.
“Director, when do we start work? It’s an early start and an early finish.”
The principal said, “It says someone is coming to visit the class, I don’t know exactly who it is, and says let’s take a break.”
Levitzer frowned and said, “Who’s so great.”
The women said, “I don’t think it’s the capitalists coming.”
With such a discussion, everyone’s heart began to tremble with anticipation and nervousness at the same time.
After all, it is rare to meet the top management of a capitalist on the set.
The entertainment industry is a circle where connections are very important, where you can meet the top management of capital, and if you can make a connection and hook up with a gold. If you can make a connection and hook up with a golden daddy, you can walk around the entertainment industry.
The women, the flower girls, began to take out their powder puffs and look in the mirror to fix their makeup.
Severo Laris and Salvino attracted a lot of attention when they swept the set.
Severo Laris’ face is cold and stern, his long legs sweep this way and, at a glance, he sees Paula Rouco sitting quietly wrapped in a bath towel.
Her hair was damp, her pale, delicate little face had long since lost its light make-up and she looked moody, as if she were tired.
The director approached and asked, “May I ask, who are you?”
Severo Laris, walking in front, with a stern and powerful aura, is clearly not a massive passerby, but, as expected, the big shot mentioned earlier on the phone.
The director has read a lot of people and has a good eye for people.
Salvino pulled his business card out of his pocket and said, “Someone from Celestial Entertainment.”
At the mention of Celestial Entertainment, the director immediately said respectfully, “Okay, feel free to explore. We’re all shooting by the book.”
The director thought the finance people were concerned about the safety of the show and sent someone for a routine visit.
But Severo Laris turned his stride and headed toward the small seated figure.
The eyes of the few flower girls and students also peered out and exchanged glances.
“What’s going on and who exactly are the capitalists coming for.”
“It looks like it’s towards that Paula Rouco. ”
“No way, she’s the one who brought the capital to the group?”
“Er … no, she’s very strange, she doesn’t even talk, it’s very hard to get along with her.”
Severo Laris does his best to ignore the gossip, afraid he can’t resist and just block people for saying a few bad things about her.
Paula Rouco was engrossed as Severo Laris approached her, oblivious to the person next to her, until a shadow fell before her eyes and a slender figure blocked her from the light.
Severo Laris stood beside her, reached out his hand, touched her head, and asked softly, “What got you into this?”
Paula Rouco looked up hesitantly and slowly and met Severo Laris’ dark gaze.
She was sitting, he was standing, with his large hand, resting on the back of her neck, and she was looking at him like a child, a position that was exhausting.
Paula Rouco is surprised, “What brings you to the set?”.
“I came to see you.” Severo Laris said bluntly.
He said, “Ribs I sent you in the mail.”
Severo Laris said, “Nothing to do with Costillas. ”
At these words, Severo Laris could no longer bear the thought of her sitting in the sun and suffering, so he bent down and picked her up in his arms.
Paula Rouco frowned, “I’m working, you put me down.”
Severo Laris wasn’t about to let go, he looked at her and said, “You’re too tired and need rest.”
“I’m not going with you. I’ll rest alone.”
She wouldn’t, but when Severo Laris was bossy, she never let go, “Don’t move, hold my neck, or I’ll feel bad if you fall.”
“…”
The set was packed with people, including the set director.
This princess hug from Severo Laris was so appealing that it drew a crowd.
“That’s the one.”
“Fuck, so brazen?”
“Aren’t you afraid you’ll get blown up, and the golden master goes straight to the bride?”
“But that girl doesn’t look like she’s from the entertainment industry, I don’t think so, I don’t know her.”
Severo Laris takes Paula Rouco in his arms and goes straight to the set.
The director was also puzzled and unconsciously stopped them.
“She hasn’t finished filming yet, we have … this afternoon.”
Before the director could finish his sentence, Severo Laris said sternly, “As of now, she is withdrawing from the taping of this show, and someone will contact her crew and management for breach of contract.”
Paula Rouco: “…”
Director: “…”
Severo Laris carried Paula Rouco in his arms and left the set in a big way.
Salvino grabbed a silver-gray business card and tucked it into the director’s breast pocket, saying, “Any questions, contact the number on the card.”
Director in the wind: “…”
…
After taking Paula Rouco to the car, Severo Laris bent down and put the clean jacket, which was hanging on the seat, on top of her.
And he said to Salvino, “Give me the towel.”
Salvino handed him a clean towel and Severo Laris squeezed it, wiping his wet hair.
Paula Rouco said, “You have no right to interfere with my work.”
Severo Laris said in a light voice, “I didn’t want to interfere and meddle either, but I couldn’t stand idly by when you got yourself into such a mess.”
“… I’m a bastard, it’s my business.”
Severo Laris rubbed her hair gently, ignoring that he didn’t want to make things worse by arguing with her over a quarrel.
The black Bentley drove smoothly down the road.
Paula Rouco said, “I want to go home.”
This is not the way to send her back to The Rouco Family.
Severo Laris had to say in a roundabout way, “Aren’t you afraid your family will worry if you come home looking like this?”
Well, he pinched her on her point.
Paula Rouco bites her lip in silence.
Severo Laris instructed Salvino: “Go back to the villa, the lady needs a bath.”
Salvino thought you had problems with your ears, madam?
“…” Surprise!
“Yes, boss.”
Paula Rouco clenched her fist and noted the inflection in his words, “I’m not your wife.”
Severo Laris did not sulk, his voice was calm and steady, and he began lightly, “In my heart you are, and that’s enough.”
Paula Rouco opened her mouth to retort when the man’s long, slender hands, grabbed her body and pulled her into his arms, encircling her head and waist, saying, “Get some sleep, I’ll call you when I get home.”
“… Severo Laris, let go of me.”
“Good girl, go to sleep.”
“…” Was he unable to hear her?
But Paula Rouco was more physically exhausted than usual and, due to her chronic lack of sleep, she tried to pull away from Severo Laris’ obligatory embrace at first, but within moments she was so tired that her eyelids were struggling up and down and she soon fell asleep.
Once the person in his arms had fallen asleep, Severo Laris looked down, gazed at her, wrapped his coat around her again, lowered his head and kissed her white forehead.
The kiss was very soft and compassionate, for fear of waking her.
Reaching out, he gathered up her long hair, which was tousled from soaking, again.
Salvino spoke, “Boss, what…”
Before I could ask the question, I saw Severo Laris make a silent gesture in the rearview mirror.
The man lowered his voice and ordered, “Later.”
Salvino immediately closed his mouth, not daring to say another word.
Inside the car, silence reigned.
Severo Laris lowered his eyes and just stared for a long time at the person in his arms, his face very pale.
Anguish, welling up in the chest, overflowed.