Half an hour later, the guard at the photography city looked at Ryan Mitchell strangely as he came out of the door, smiling and supporting a little foreigner beside him. The little foreigner seemed to be drunk and carsick, walking unsteadily, with his head down, and unable to stand steadily.
"My friend, my buddy, is drunk. I'm sending him home." Ryan Mitchell explained with a smile. He stopped a car and stuffed the kid into the back seat. "Excuse me, please send this buddy to XX People's Hospital. He drank too much. I'm worried that he has alcohol poisoning."
The driver trembled: "Brother, please don't play with me. Can alcohol poisoning cause a black eye and swollen face?"
"What are you talking about? What's the bruised face?" Ryan Mitchell stuffed two old man's heads at him. "It's clearly smoky makeup."
After Ethan Bennett had trained his three young foreign eunuchs, who were also assistant directors while serving as eunuchs, he walked out of the studio feeling satisfied and refreshed. The shemale makeup artist happened to be drying her nail polish in the yard, and when he saw Ethan Bennett, he immediately said, "Mr. Duan~~~~"
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