Tokyo star girlfriend is a love brain, what should I do?

Chapter 256 A person can be destroyed [Begging for monthly tickets, begging for full subscription]

"What's wrong?" Kazuya Nishikawa looked back at the young man who suddenly stood there.

Kimura Hayata's expression changed quickly, and then he shook his head: "It's nothing."

He took a step forward and continued to follow, just remembering the name silently in his heart.

At the dinner table, Burton Terry and Kimura Hayata exchanged contact information, and then chatted here and there under the influence of alcohol.

Mostly about movies.

The meal went very late without anyone noticing, and there were even two or three drunk people lying on the floor of the room.

There’s no need to worry about going back, as everyone present will be picked up by a special car.

Later, Kimura Hayata couldn't resist, and he sat there in confusion.

"Kimura, I heard from Nishikawa, are you still a writer?" Terry drank a lot, and his whole figure seemed to be coated with a layer of red, like a red-skinned duck that was not fully cooked.

"No, no, I, I am a director..."

Kimura Hayata shook his body, raised his hand and waved it in the air, stumbling a bit in his mouth.

"I mean, other than being a director... have you published a book?" After all, Terry was still not young, and Terry became louder in his speech.

"Well..." Kimura Hayata burped, which would have been a very rude move in normal times.

But now that we are together with Terry and the others, it seems not worth mentioning.

If you want to talk about the state of tonight, it is probably casual, very casual.

The entire Terry team is like a group of guys with distinctive personalities. Kimura Hayata feels that tonight's party at a Japanese restaurant is too restrictive for them.

It should be placed in a hotter place. He was very suspicious of the old white man in front of him. Well, it seemed inaccurate. In short, it was the famous director Terry who could dance like crazy.

Of course, he didn't know whether it would happen or not, but Terry's lack of the airs of a great director made people think he could give anything a try.

Perhaps this is why Terry's crew can gather so many members of different colors from many countries.

"It's... quite amazing." Terry commented drunkenly, "If I don't make a movie one day, I might try to write a book, just write it, just write it... Terry's autobiography, and then... Make a lot of money."

"That will definitely be the worst book ever published by the publishing house." A black man on the side opened his mouth wide and smiled with two rows of white teeth.

There was a burst of laughter in the room, and Terry couldn't help but laugh.

"Keep writing, just like making a movie. If you fail, keep shooting until you succeed and let our name be left in Hollywood. Now looking back at those who mocked us, we not only did it, but we did it well!"

Terry stood up and looked at the members staggering around, either sober or drunk, "In the future, I have to write down your names in my autobiography, and by the way, I have to add a sentence to let everyone remember us..."

"Have you decided what to write?" Nishikawa Kazuya asked.

Terry frowned and said: "Let, let me think about it, let me think about it... Damn it, alcohol makes me slow to react... Forget it, what suggestions do you guys have?"

"Just write, Hollywood is a bitch, either she fucks you or you fuck her!" shouted an equally drunk man.

As soon as these words came out, everyone laughed, and two people shouted, "It's wonderful."

"Rude!" Although Terry also laughed, he still said: "You can't have something meaningful."

"Then, if the movie fails, just make it until it succeeds, and let those who laugh at you go to hell!" Another person suggested.

Still rude, but not to mention there is still a bit of meaning in it.

"Isn't this just repeating my words again!" Terry obviously didn't buy it. He reached out and scratched his golden but white hair. He had already begun to doubt the possibility of writing autobiographies in old age. "Those damn guys who write autobiographies." How on earth did they come up with those words..."

Seeing their boss's deflated look, everyone laughed louder, and the black man who just said bad books was very timely and authentic.

"Forget it, Boss Terry. An autobiography may not be suitable for you. Why not make a movie? The romantic encounters and women in it will definitely be more interesting."

The atmosphere became noisy, with everyone making fun of Burton Terry.

After all, it's not often that you get the chance to tease your boss when it's not during working hours.

I don’t know if it was because the sound was too loud, but a staff member wearing a kimono opened the door and reminded everyone to keep their voices down.

As a result, the noisy voices subsided again, and Terry, who was blushing, could only suppress his words and did not curse out his rebuttal.

After the staff left, the sounds in the room gradually began to get louder, although they were much quieter than before.

"A man can be destroyed but not defeated."

Suddenly a slow voice sounded in the room, and all the sounds seemed to be cut off suddenly when these words came out, and the whole room fell into a deathly silence.

"Who said that? Who?"

Everyone shook their heads left and right, looking for the source of the words.

After searching and searching, everyone's eyes finally focused on the drunken young man sitting opposite Terry. Canelon, who was sitting near the door, also looked over.

It seems he said it.

As if aware of the gazes cast by everyone, Kimura Hayata slowly raised his head, a smile on his handsome and slightly red face.

A person can be destroyed but not defeated? Everyone was thinking about this sentence in their hearts. It was simple and clear, and a unique power seemed to burst out from it.

"Yes, there is the sentence that Boss Terry asked for."

"Hey, isn't this guy a genius?"

"If the boss adds this sentence in it, many people will definitely remember it."

Voices began to sound in the room again, but this time the focus of the conversation was on the young man.

Burton Terry's light blue eyes lit up, and his frown suddenly relaxed.

Just as he was about to say something, a phone ring interrupted him.

The sound came from Kimura Hayata's pocket.

"Excuse me, I, I'll take a call."

Kimura Hayata shook his body slightly, raised his hand and took out his mobile phone from his pocket. He originally wanted to get up and go out to answer the phone, but under the quiet signal from everyone.

He didn't get up and directly answered the phone.

The next moment, the voice on the phone made Kimura Hayataju sober up.

"What's wrong? Hayabusa-chan? It's very late now. When can you come back?"

The soft and lovely voice of his girlfriend came from the mobile phone. Because the room was very quiet for a moment, there was no other sound except the drunken person lying on the floor who was breathing heavily in sleep.

People around could faintly hear that the person talking to the young man on the phone was a girl.

"Eh? Is it very late?" Kimura Hayata's brain started to spin a little, and he put his phone in front of his eyes and looked at the time.

It's past twelve o'clock.

"Well, it's very late." Asuka said seriously, "Is Hayata-chan still socializing?"

"Yes." Kimura Hayata became sober when he saw the time.

"Did you drink a lot?" Asuka keenly noticed that there was something different in her boyfriend's voice.

"Well, I drank a little more...but don't worry, I'm still conscious."

"Are you still busy, Hayata-chan? If it's not over yet, I'll take a rest first, and the kitchen will prepare hangover soup for you..."

As if she was afraid of disturbing her boyfriend's entertainment, Asuka quickly warned her. "Hey, I got it."

"........."

When the phone hung up, Kimura Shota noticed that everyone's eyes were focused on him.

"What happened?" Nishikawa Kazuya was the first to speak.

Kimura Hayata put away his phone and smiled: "It seems a little late, my girlfriend is calling me to go home."

"That……"

"If there is nothing else, Senior Nishikawa, can I leave first."

Although he was asking, Kimura Hayata had already slowly stood up.

Seeing this, Nishikawa Kazuya could only say: "Be careful on that road."

"Ah."

"Why are you leaving?" The two of them were talking in Japanese, but Terry didn't understand and asked in confusion.

"Mr. Terry, I'll go back first if I have something to do at home." Kimura Hayata said goodbye.

"So early?" Terry was surprised.

"It's getting late. After a while, maybe your family will also call." Kimura Hayata joked.

Hearing this, Burton Terry also reacted. Even if he wanted to drag this young man from Tokyo to talk more, he had no choice but to let him go.

I also didn’t forget to say, “I’ll see you again when you have the chance, and don’t forget about the grudge.”

Kimura Hayata agreed with a smile, and before leaving, he said goodbye to everyone in the room. In addition to the special goodbyes of Kazuya Saikawa and Burton Terry, he also specially said goodbye to James Carnelon, who was sitting very close to the door.

This surprised Canelon, who had not spoken much all night, and he quickly responded by saying goodbye.

After leaving the steaming room, the temperature dropped a lot. Kimura Hayata did not rush out to take the car, but went to the bathroom first and scratched his face to wake himself up.

It was dark outside the Japanese restaurant, and the cold wind stung my face like thorns.

My head, which was still a bit arrogant at first, suddenly became much clearer, and I just felt like vomiting.

Before long, the driver drove over.

"President Kimura..."

"vomit--"

"........."

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When he got home, a bright light was left outside the door of the small building so that Kimura Hayata could see the way home clearly.

He walked into the house, and the warm air enveloped him, and the coldness dissipated.

Because of the alcohol, he changed his shoes at the entrance for a long time before changing them.

Then he shuffled towards the kitchen. He remembered Asuka saying that there was ready-made hangover soup in the kitchen.

The light in the bedroom was turned off. After all, it was already late when he came back. At this time, Ming Mingxun should be fast asleep.

So he tried to move lightly and entered the kitchen.

Kimura Hayata did not turn on the light. Through the light outside the window, he could vaguely see a bowl on the table with a lid on it.

He opened the lid, lifted the bowl to his mouth and tested the temperature.

It's a bit cold. Apparently this hangover soup has been prepared for a long time, but I just can't wait for my return.

However, Kimura Hayata didn't care, just let it be cold, it would be the same in his stomach anyway.

Just as he was thinking about it, he held the bowl with both hands and took a few sips.

Snapped.

The kitchen light was switched on.

Kimura Hayata was so frightened that his body trembled, but luckily he held it firmly otherwise he would have spilled it.

Looking back, I saw Asuka wearing pajamas with small patterns printed on them, rubbing her eyes and standing at the switch.

"Why don't you turn on the light, Hayata-chan?" Asuka pouted her mouth slightly and looked at him with hazy eyes.

"Aren't you afraid of disturbing Xun... Why haven't you slept yet?" Kimura Hayata said eagerly.

"I can't sleep without Hayata-chan."

The girl whispered, seeming to gradually overcome her sleepiness, smiled, and then looked at the bowl in her boyfriend's hand with full eyes, "Is it hot?"

"without……"

"How can it not be hot?"

Asuka seemed very angry. She walked over in slippers, took the hangover soup from Kimura Hayata's hand, turned around and walked to the microwave to heat it up.

"Actually, it's not hot...it doesn't matter..." Kimura Hayabusa said weakly.

"It needs to be hot!" Ming Rixun said stubbornly, and the tip of her pink nose seemed to move inadvertently.

"Sit down and wait."

"Oh."

"........."

Late at night, at the dinner table.

Kimura Hayata held the sobering soup and drank it silently. Asuka Xun held her hands on the table and looked at him with crooked eyes.

"Hunta-chan."

"Ok?"

"How about coming back early next time."

"If I come back too late, Xun, just go to bed first."

"I can't sleep. If Hayata-chan doesn't come back, I'll be scared alone."

Asuka gently buried her face in her bent arms, looked at her boyfriend seriously with a pair of clear watery eyes, and spoke in a small voice.

"Then turn on the light?"

"That's not what I'm talking about."

"what is that?"

"If I come home very late, Hayata-chan will also be very anxious."

Kimura Hayata was stunned, and for a long time a smile appeared on his face.

"it is good."

(End of this chapter)