Chapter 307: B2.10
Aunty Yuanjun was swarmed with calls, lawyers, police, restaurant owners, directors, et cetera. Because they were demanding hush-hush money for what Long Shen did last night in the restaurant. Aunty Yuanjun tried to call Long Shen, but he didn’t answer.
Because right now, Long Shen was still looking at himself in the vanity.
Long Shen was handsome, very handsome in fact. His face was very similar to the overbearing Long Zhen, so he was often cast as a domineering male lead in romance drama. He was tall, with a broad shoulder and great strength.
He also had magnetic eyes that would hypnotize everyone.
But for now, he kept on fixing his hair because he wanted to look his best. He believed by looking his best, Tian Dong would come at him with a tail wagging behind his back. Nobody would be able to resist his charm. He was sure of it.
For the first time, Long Shen felt this sense of crisis. He was afraid that Tian Dong wouldn’t accept him. No matter how handsome he was, he was worried that Tian Dong would just dismiss him and leave.
In order to assure himself, he cleared his doubt by saying, "I need to look good, and Tian Dong would return to me. And then... I can determine whether he and James Grind is the same person or not."
Long Shen used his car to drive to the shooting location. As expected, when he arrived there, he saw Tian Dong was busy talking with a security guard while writing down the detail of the shoot for his actor, just like what an assistant manager usually did.
Long Shen approached them and pushed the security guard, "You are coming with me," Long Shen said while dragging Tian Dong, who was stunned. The security guard was confused with Long Shen’s behaviour because that young man said he was not here for Long Shen.
Long Shen dragged Tian Dong to his room on the eleventh floor and locked the door.
"We are finally alone," Long Shen said. He walked towards Tian Dong, who was still standing silly. After he stood in front of Tian Dong, he leaned and whispered, ’Now you can tell me everything, my beloved.’