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Micaela was stunned. She didn’t think Cesaro, who looked like a “decent man” and had a decent face, would think of taking shortcuts like that.

The entertainment crowd Micaela doesn’t balk, but Cesaro is clearly trying to speculate and take a shortcut.

Micaela smiled kindly and said, “Cesaro, I want to listen to Almazan Directed and perform well, I’m not thinking about anything else yet. Besides, even if I make it to the promo, I think the producers will have arrangements made, so it’s not up to us to try to pull the box office.”

Micaela said this frankly, but clearly snubbed Cesaro.

Cesaro is an old man in the entertainment industry, and he couldn’t help but feel angry, “Micaela, do you really think I don’t know that you don’t want to work with me, just because you think you’re a character, and now Almazan Dirigido is praising you, and you’re in front of the camera, so you think you’re so good that you’re going to make it to the top? You think you’re going to make it?”

I’m flattered that Almazan Dirigido chose me to be his leading lady, but I’m not qualified to work with an older person like you. Besides, Cesaro and I don’t have many emotional scenes in the movie, so I’m afraid it might cause discomfort.”

Micaela’s words were so beautiful that Cesaro’s fist felt as if it had hit cotton, with no reaction.

Cesaro bit his cheek and looked at Micaela with an unfriendly look, “Yes, Micaela, Almazan Directed said you were fit to be a flower of the high country, and you really think you are a flower of the high country, I advise you not to be so arrogant when you enter this business!”

Cesaro pointed sharply at Micaela.

Micaela curled her eyelashes, raised her eyes and smiled slightly, with a light and calm look, “Cesaro, even if you don’t speculate on CP or traffic, with your acting skills, you’ll become a success sooner or later, don’t you think?”

Cesaro clenched his fist, glared at Micaela, cornered himself in speech, turned around with full fire and headed across the aisle.

Micaela shakes her head, feeling a little ridiculous that the entertainment industry is such a stain, and that a powerhouse like Cesaro would come up with such an absurdly crooked way to success.

Micaela turned, ready to open the door and enter the room, when as she rounded the corner of the hallway a sudden wail was heard.

“Ouch, who hit me, what’s wrong with you?” It was Cesaro’s voice.

Micaela frowned and inquisitively walked over to see that Nico was holding Cesaro down and punching him.

“You dare to speculate on my wife, are you tired of living?”

Fry the fucking CP, fuck him!

Cesaro covered his face and seeing Micaela approaching, he called for help, “Micaela! Call the police!”

“…” Micaela was silent for a few seconds and was surprised to see Nico, “Mr. Nico, what brings you here?”.

She really hadn’t expected Nico to come to Q City to see her at this time.

Nico dropped Cesaro’s necklace, exhaled and stood up slowly and gracefully, looking arrogantly at Cesaro, who was bruised and battered on the floor, and said sternly, “You are not worthy to be in a relationship with my wife with that ugly face, don’t even look at you.”

Nico kicked him again, his scowl cold and grim.

Cesaro pointed at Nico and Micaela, “You two are in cahoots! Then I’ll take an injury test and charge you two.”

Nico held a black paper business card between his long fingers and threw it in Cesaro’s face, “My card, don’t deliver the subpoena to the wrong place in case you don’t find your father.”

The arrogance was unbearably impressive.

Cesaro is pissed.

Micaela stifled a laugh, looked at the hallway monitor and said, “Let’s get out of here.”

Micaela grabbed Nico’s hand and hurriedly turned around to leave.

Nico looked lazy and let himself be dragged away by Micaela, “I should have beaten that guy to death for getting on my wife’s nerves.”

Micaela scoffs, “Then I won’t serve you jail time.”

“Why are you so heartless, woman? I’ve pounded my fist so hard for you.”

Micaela couldn’t help but twist her head to look at him, “You punch someone and your fist still hurts?”.

Nico looked at her, “Sure, forces act on each other, haven’t you ever studied physics?”.

“…” Surprisingly, he couldn’t reply.

Micaela opened the door to the suite and dragged Nico inside.

As soon as the door opened, Nico suddenly turned around and imprisoned Micaela against the door panel.

She looked so cold and ascetic, but as soon as she walked in, she was a different person.

The man imprisoned her against the door panel with one hand, and with the other he ruffled the long hair at her temples and swept it behind her ears, exposing her entire clean face.

Nico stared at her with burning eyes, but his mouth couldn’t spit out anything good, “How long since I’ve seen you, why are you so skinny and brown, Almazan doesn’t feed you, eh?”

Micaela unconsciously touches her face, City of Q leans against the mountain, the UV rays here are too strong, plus the sun exposure for filming, it is inevitable that she will be brown, and as for being skinny, she is very busy being skinny.

“The character was also supposed to be skinny and tan, now doesn’t she fit right?”

Nico pursed his lips and looked at her sullenly, “I shouldn’t have asked you to do this scene, it’s been so long and you haven’t even called me.

Micaela laughed at his stifled and brutal tone and reached around his neck, nudging him on the bridge of his nose. “Almazan Directed often confiscates our cell phones and not only me, but the rest of the cast, we barely communicate with the outside. ”

Nico rubbed his head and gave an arrogant grunt, a little relieved.

Micaela looked at him with a savannah look, “Mr. Nico, you came all this way just to argue with me, huh?”

Nico looked at her and asked without smiling, “Do you miss me?”.

Micaela’s hand touched the short, thick, stiff hair at the nape of his neck and she looked at him jokingly, “I don’t have time to think, every day I shoot day and night, I come back and go to sleep, no time to think.”

“Just watch the script all day and become a theater nerd.”

Nico let go of her and turned back to her bed, only to have Micaela grab her around the waist from behind.

Nico growled and said coldly in a hard voice, “What?”

Micaela’s face, pressed against his broad back, rubbed softly, “I didn’t want to now, but now I do.”

“Liar.” Nico turned, his large hands gripping her slender neck, and lowered his head to demand a dominant kiss.

Micaela choked and choked on his kiss.

The intent was confusing.

She slowly opened her eyes, her clear, watery eyes tinged with a thin layer of mist, her slender hand went up to his long, strong wrist and she looked at him with deep affection, “So, do you miss me, miss me?”

Nico furrowed his eyebrows and spat wisely, “I don’t want to.”

“And kiss me? Mr. Nico is a liar too.”

Nico cupped her face with one hand and at her words, the kiss, again, was dense.

Micaela tilted her head to bear it and wrapped her arms around his waist, willingly, “Why the raid, is Mr. Nico checking in again?”Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Without answering her, Nico led her over to the bed and spat, “What kind of a shitty bed is this to sleep in?”

Micaela wrapped her arms around his neck, “…. It’s okay.”

…

Nico hasn’t had dinner yet, and in Q City there’s not much takeout, so it’s not easy to order takeout.

After a shower, Micaela changed clothes and took Nico out to dinner at a small restaurant.

It’s a long drive from town, three hours round trip, and the signal is not good, no 5G, only 3G network.

Nico walked down the main street and spat, “I don’t even come to this shit when I’m invited in a palanquin.”

“Mr. Nico is still here, come on, I’m going to treat Mr. Nico to a big meal.”

Big meal.

Nico looked at the bowl of Lanzhou beef ramen in front of him and gasped, “You call this a big meal?”.

Micaela raised her hand and waved to the owner, “Boss, add another omelet to this table.”

The corners of Nico’s mouth twitched as he picked up the chopsticks and looked at them, which were probably not sterilized, and he looked at them with a little disgust for two seconds.

Micaela took the chopsticks out of his hand, wiped them with a paper towel and handed them back to him, “Dirty eat dirty cultured meat, it’s not poisonous, eat it.”

“…”

Nico also does not preach and starve.

Nico eats fast, but eats well. Micaela has eaten dinner and is not hungry, she watches him eat with a hand on his chin.

Micaela remembered the film Blanco y Negro, in which Amengual Films Group also participates, and asked herself, “Mr. Nico, have you greeted Almazan Dirigido and asked him to choose me?”

This is something Nico didn’t know before, “I didn’t even know you went to the audition and Almazan didn’t know about your relationship with me.”

Before he sent her so far away, to a poor camp to shoot a movie, she didn’t get to see him once in several months, and even with him running to see her, her transportation changed several times.

It’s hard to find this shithole.

And he made her so dark and skinny that he just made out in the hotel and didn’t even bother to do much with her.

However, Micaela was in a good mood and got the part on her own merits.

Seeing her smile, Nico also curved his thin lips and teased, “You think you’re so proud to have been chosen by Almazan without my recommendation?”

Micaela was honest, there was no need to lie to Nico and told him half jokingly, half seriously, “A little, but don’t worry Mr. Nico, even if I become famous and step on the red carpet at Cannes, I’m not going to abandon you.”

Nico raised an eyebrow and said in a bandwagon way, “It’s a big deal to walk the red carpet in Cannes, more than Nico’s girlfriend, huh?”.

“That’s not true.”

Nico raised his eyebrows, that was more of a human phrase.