I cut reality into a movie

Going forward, he hugged his forty-year-old, but still charming and beautiful lady, Tab put the tip of his nose on the lady's collarbone, and greedily inhaled the scent of the perfume on it.

"Pleasant evening?"

Pushing her perverted husband away, Sophie shook her head and said, "I don't have your crazy exhibitionism. If you want to play and let go, go find a few prostitutes and don't come to me."

"Sophie, have you forgotten that the reason why I became the ghost I am now is all thanks to your good wife?"

Seeing his wife who disliked him, Tabu was also angry. He chased forward a few steps, fixed his eyes on Sophie and said, "Are you pretending to be a good person now, and feel that you are really a virgin Sophie?"

"Don't forget, just under this building, there are at least ten skeletons of teenagers who were dismembered by your own hands!"

"If those children hadn't been dedicated to Lord Shiva, would Grobo Pharmaceuticals have the glory it is today?" Rubbing the Hindu artifact on her left wrist, which resembled a bell bracelet, Sophie shook her head and said, "Forget it, I don't want to talk about it." Let’s talk about something else.”

"Tonight's performance is the business!"

Probably seeing the growing disparity in prestige between himself and his wife, Tabu, frustrated in his heart, can only regain the sense of vanity that he is the head of the family from the primitive activity of love between men and women.

Seeing her husband's persistent desire, Sophie breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and said, "Oh~~ well, if the toy you found is 100% blind, I can agree to your request."

"I tried it with a bright flashlight, and Akshan is completely blind, with no vision at all." Seeing his wife backing down, a small triumphant smile appeared on Tabu's fat, oily face.

"Okay, it's fine if you're really blind." Sophie obviously didn't want to waste any more time on this issue, she changed the subject again: "Tab, Oswell contacted us again, and they want to do another round of drug treatment." experiment."

"What? Do the last experiment again?"

Tubb yelled, "Do they know how hard it took us to calm things down after they killed 200 people with that shitty drug last time? They're going to do it again? They really think we're Gorobo Pharmaceuticals and they're on their orders." Your slave?"

Hearing that the Oswell Group was coming to test the drug again, Tabu was not happy. He didn't care about the lives of those low-caste untouchables, but was angry that Oswell didn't take him seriously.

"$1000 million."

Sophie looked at her husband with an angry face, and quoted Oswell's price: "For this experiment, they are willing to pay 1000 million US dollars."

"When will they come to India?"

In the face of 1000 million US dollars, dignity is nothing. Tabb completed a 180° emotional reversal in an instant, with a greedy smile on his face.

"If there is no accident, it will arrive tomorrow."

"The person will arrive tomorrow, and you just contacted us today?"

"No, they contacted us a week ago, but I let Sinha take care of it. He's grown up and trying to manage some business."

"You let Sinha take care of this?"

Hearing his wife's answer, the old Tabu was immediately annoyed. He stretched out his hands, squeezed his wife's arms tightly, and growled in a hoarse voice: "Sophie, have you forgotten that I am Goro?" Boss of Bo Pharmaceutical! What I say in the company counts!"

When a fat man is angry, his strength is often greater than that of a muscular man.

With Tabu pinching her arms tightly, Sophie sobbed in pain, her face flushed, and she said in a painful voice: "Tabu! Sinha, your son, I am your wife, we are a family! "

"Is it a family? Is it a family? You have lied to me for a whole week?" Tabu growled, "Where is that little bastard? Tell him to get the hell out of here! I want to ask if he still has my father in his eyes!"

This is destined not to be a pleasant father-son exchange.

After dropping almost all the glassware in the second living room, Tabu slammed the door and left Sinha, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, sitting on the ground and sneering.

"Heh~~~ spit!"

Not knowing whether it was simply clearing his throat, or expressing his dissatisfaction with his father by the way, Sinha spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, stood up with the coffee table, and left the second living room unsteadily.

"Sinha, are you hurt?"

Seeing the wound on the corner of Singha's mouth, Sophie immediately leaned forward and said distressedly: "That bastard is too aggressive!"

"It's nothing, mother, it's just a father's strict love for his son." Looking at the servant who came in to tidy up the room from the corner of his eye, Sinha chuckled generously.

"If he is half as sensible as your son, Grobo Pharmaceuticals will be better than it is now." Looking at the servants around, Sophie said, "Come on, come to my room, and I will treat the wound for you." .”

Sinha is Tabu's son, but not Sophie's.

At the age of 24, he is the complete opposite of his father, who is over [-] years old and fat enough to be pregnant in June. Sinha not only has a fit body, but also has a handsome face. He belongs to the kind of TV debut with a little make-up handsome guy.

As for Sophie, she is a serious movie star. Before marrying Tabu, she was a well-known goddess in all India and the dream object of countless men.

Even though he is nearly forty years old now, he still has a lot of charm.

Such a celebrity mother, coupled with such a handsome stepson, would be called a violation of human nature if there was no little mother literature.

As for old Tarbes.

The reason why he was so harsh on his son was also because he had heard some rumors, but he never had the guts to verify this matter. After all, if this matter was true, Old Tabu was afraid that he would not be able to bear it.

It's better to hang like this, at least this family can continue.

"Sinha, is it still hurting?"

She said she came to the room to give medicine to her stepson, but the 'medicine' Sophie used was the oldest antiseptic for wounds—saliva.

She gently licked and kissed Sinha's wound, the passion in her eyes was self-evident.

Under such an offensive, Sinha naturally couldn't control himself gradually, and began to flirt with the beautiful woman Wu Shan in front of him.

And inherited his father's gene of "extra accompaniment", when Sinha is happy, he also needs some suitable music, or directly open the movie that Sophie once starred in, and watch the star in the movie, to conquer woman in arms.

An hour later, Sinha leaned against the head of the bed with a cigarette in his mouth, puffing out gray-white smoke and asked, "I heard that old thing found a suitable toy?"

"Ah."

"when will you arrive?"

"tonight."

Seeing Sinha's pale face instantly, Sophie comforted her, "Sinha, you know, the one I really love is you."

"But you are still his wife, and you even have to cater to his disgusting hobbies." Sinha's voice was full of dissatisfaction.

"He is your father, Sinha."

As a reminder to Sinha, Sophie got out of bed, supported Sinha's shoulders against the head of the bed, and lit a vanilla-flavored lady's cigarette: "Sinha, can we stop discussing this matter? Let's get down to business." How are you preparing for the experimental candidates of the Oswell Group?"

"It didn't go very well."

Thinking of the candidates for the experiment, Sinha rubbed his nose tiredly: "The lunatics in Oswell, this experiment actually requires 500 people! Shiva is above, that's 500 people, even if India is the most populous country, it can't 500 people are missing casually."

"Well, five hundred experimenters is indeed a bit too much, but it's not impossible."

Tilting her head, Sophie smiled at her young lover, "Sinha, do you know that the high priest of Uttar Pradesh is doing something big recently?"

"A major event in Uttar Pradesh?"

Faced with Sophie's mystification, Sinha really couldn't think of any major events in Uttar Pradesh.

After all, as the region with the strongest religious atmosphere in India, all kinds of unimaginable things happen every day. For example, in the summer, people are so hot that the cowshed first installed air conditioners to cool down. This kind of thing is not even news in Uttar Pradesh. .

"Honey, just tell me." Sinha surrendered, "As for those monsters in Uttar Pradesh, I really can't think of what big things they will do."

"They are deporting refugees to Bangladesh."

"Are you asking me to target those refugees?" Sinha smiled and shook his head: "Refugees are a good choice, but there is no war in Uttar Pradesh. How can there be so many refugees for me to deceive?"

"If the house is forcibly demolished, the residents will become refugees?"

Sophie laughed strangely: "The chief minister and high priest of Uttar Pradesh recently began to demolish the houses of the infidels in order to drive them out, making the infidels become refugees deported by the law." (Note: This is not my black India. Ah, but Uttar Pradesh did.)

"Can I say that Uttar Pradesh really deserves to be Uttar Pradesh?"

Hearing such a miraculous operation in Uttar Pradesh, Sinha, who is also an Indian and a Hindu believer, was stunned. He really didn't expect that the chief priest of Uttar Pradesh was so fierce that he could even do such a thing.

However, although this matter is weird, for Sinha, it is really a pie in the sky.

If the problem in his heart is solved, it will be solved by the lover around him, what else can Sinha say, of course he has to turn around and fight again, and love his lover well.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Romon arrived at the Gorob family's six-story mansion in the city center on Qiqi's scooter.

From the gate of the mansion to the reception hall, the welcoming servants lined up neatly on the left and right sides made Romon really feel the aura of local tyrants.

It is earthy and luxurious in the literal sense.

This kind of ostentation made entirely by people really gave Romon the taste of traveling through time and space and returning to the feudal and aristocratic period.

But if you think about it carefully, the Gorobo family was originally the royal family of the Tubang, and they retained this kind of manpower pomp, which can be regarded as a certain degree of not forgetting their original intentions.

Secretly commenting on the welcoming team of the Grobo family, Romon continued to walk forward with his head held high. After all, he is now a blind person and did not know that there were so many people around him to welcome him.

On the contrary, Ms. Qiqi, who set her role as a low-level black girl, naturally had to show a little timidity in the face of this heroic welcome team.

She clenched Romon's sleeves tightly, and while she was acting cowardly, she also looked wildly at the mansion of the Gorobo family with her eyes, confirming the monitoring and security here.

Along the marble-paved walkway, Romon came all the way in front of the main entrance of the mansion.

As the high-tech electronically controlled glass doors opened to both sides, Romon walked into the first living room with a ceiling over ten meters high enough to be called brilliant.

"Mr. Akshan, you came on time."

Tabu took the initiative to greet Romon, the guest pianist. It was his round and fat body, matched with his bright green suit, which almost made Romon burst out laughing.

Brother, you are a bit too green, is life unsatisfactory?

Romon resisted the desire to complain in his heart, raised the blind watch on his right wrist, and smiled at Tabu, "Mr. Tabu, although I can't see the time, I can feel it."

"Hahaha, Mr. Akshan, your self-discipline is definitely a good helper in your music practice."

Patting Romon on the shoulder, Tabu said, "Come on, Mr. Akshan, let me introduce you to today's audience."

Putting his arms around Romon's shoulders, Tabu led him to the center of the living room.

There are three people sitting here, Tabu's wife Sophie, Tabu's son Sinha, and Tabu's daughter-in-law Simi.

Originally, according to Tabu's idea, today's night performance was a time for him and his wife to be alone, but after Sinha's involvement in the drug experiment, Tabu felt that he had to tell his son who was the father.

He would let Sinha listen to the first half of the concert, and then drive his son away during the second half—kissing his wife and sending his son away with absolute hints.

"Mr. Akshan, you will have a total of four audiences today."

Knowing that Romon couldn't see anyone, Tabu didn't identify anyone, and just introduced verbally: "Your audience is: me, my wife, my son, and my daughter-in-law."

"Next, I ask you to perform a suitable performance for our family."

Just when Tabu finished the introduction and was about to send Romon to the piano, his son Sinha suddenly stepped forward, pulled off Romon's sunglasses, and shone the bright flashlight in his hand directly into Romon's eyes.

Snapped!

Immediately blowing the bright flashlight in his son's hand away, Tabu scolded angrily, "What are you bastard doing!"

"What can I do?" Rubbing his scarred wrist, Akshan sneered, "I'm just afraid that my father will be cheated, so I just help you inspect the goods."

Love is possessiveness.

Sinha loves Sophie, even if he can't do anything to his father, he will never let other men take advantage of Sophie, he wants to confirm with his own hands that Romon is blind, so that he can feel at ease.

"Go away! Your father is not old enough!"

Instead of respecting Romon, Tabu got angry purely because of his son's offense, and the lust behind the offense.

"Mr. Akshan, I am looking forward to your performance, a custom performance for our family!"

Ignoring his father's anger, Sinha just smiled and teased Romon, then turned back to the sofa and sat beside his wife.

As for his wife Simi, she didn't blame her mischievous husband. Instead, she gently took his palm and comforted her husband with a touch, showing a docile appearance completely standing beside her husband.

Whoa~ whoa~ whoa!

Is it that exciting?

The Grobo family is sensible enough, does this know that I'm coming to film?So get the stage ready early?

Through the 360-degree lens of the virtual camera, Romon keenly captured the complex interpersonal relationships of this family. Although he has not yet been able to sort out the specific situations of these people, the stories he sees in front of him are enough for him to arrange A "Rashomon"-style drama of human nature.

"Mr. Akshan, don't mind, my son is still young, and he still doesn't understand many things." Picking up the black sunglasses that Romon threw on the ground, Tabu was at least superficially polite.

"I understand, Mr. Tubb, and I don't mind."

Luo Meng took the black sunglasses and put them on his face, and then, under the guidance of Tabu, he formally sat down in front of the piano.

Gently stroking the keys, Romon exclaimed, "Mr. Tubb, I can feel that this is a great piano."

"A good piano needs a good performer, Mr. Akshan, I believe you are the performer who can play this piano."

Opening his mouth to praise Romon a little, Tabu turned back to his wife, and took his wife's delicate palm.

Like a trickle in the depths of the mountain forest, the clear and clean sound of the piano played at the fingertips of Romon. He performed an excellent performance, but none of the four people on the sofa could calm down and listen.

Although Tabu took his wife to declare his sovereignty, his son was not to be outdone, and kept staring at his little mother with fiery eyes.

"Sinha, what do you think of Mr. Akshan's playing?"

"Father, as you know, I don't know much about music. Although I have also learned piano, I am only familiar with some well-known pieces. For Mr. Akshan's original piece, I can only comment on one good thing."