Chapter 39 Unspeakable Pain

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"The way this guy walks is weird."

"Isn't it a disabled person?"

When he got out of the taxi and walked to the restaurant, Michael Sheehan heard a lot of voices talking about him. He originally thought that he would be fine after taking a break for a while, so he asked Matthew to have dinner together, but one night and one morning passed, The back is still very painful, especially walking, just a little faster, like a power drill is drilling in the back.

But he came anyway, motivated by the thought of Matthew Horner as a friend who wouldn't help.

With his legs spread out, his hips slightly puffed out, and at a slow pace, Michael Sheehan staggered into the restaurant.

"Hello, welcome!"

A blond waitress greeted her, "Sir, how many? Do you have an appointment?"

Michael Sheehan looked past the woman, looked in, and said, "I have an appointment with someone, is Matthew Horner here?"

After walking this distance, his forehead was sweating from the pain. He wanted to quickly find a place to sit down and sit on the soft cushion. It would be much better.

The waitress made a gesture of invitation and led the way, "Mr. Matthew Horner is here."

Michael Sheehan followed crookedly, and many people in the restaurant cast curious glances at his strange walking posture.

"Damn!"

Those eyes made Michael Sheehan uncomfortable, and he cursed in a low voice, "Why don't you choose a quiet restaurant with fewer people, this bastard?"

"Hi, Mike!" Matthew saw Michael Sheehan and reached out to say hello, "This way! I'm here."

Thinking that he could sit down and rest right away without having to suffer like this, Michael Sheehan couldn't help but quicken his pace a little, the waitress smiled and nodded to him, turned and walked away.

Matthew saw Michael Sheehan's peculiar walking posture, and immediately guessed that he was not in a good position, stood up deliberately and asked, "What's the matter?"

According to common sense, a normal man will be exposed to chrysanthemums, and he certainly does not want others to know.

Sure enough, Michael Sheehan put on a relaxed expression, "It's okay, when I got out of the car, I slapped my foot."

"Then sit down quickly." Matthew pulled out a teacher's chair, "Stop standing."

Michael Sheehan looked at the chair, his eyelids jumped uncontrollably. The chair was all hard wood from top to bottom, and there was no soft spot.

"Stop standing." Matthew greeted warmly and said in a more serious tone, "Would you like someone to help you? I know a community doctor here..."

"No, no." Michael Sheehan quickly declined, "It just hurts a little bit, it'll be fine in a while."

Seeing Matthew's concerned expression, he seemed to want to say something else, so he hurriedly moved to the front of the chair and sat down hard, but just as his butt touched the hard wooden board, a pain comparable to walking came over.

"What's wrong?" Matthew's face was full of concern.

Michael Sheehan endured the pain and continued to sit down. Most of the weight of his body was instantly pressed onto his buttocks. The original burning pain turned into a tearing pain last night, and he bounced up unconsciously.

Matthew looked at him with concern, "Is there anything else that hurts? Shall I take you to check it out?"

If he wanted to check, Michael Sheehan wouldn't have waited until now, he shook his head quickly, "It's okay, it's really okay."

In order to prevent Matthew from discovering something strange, he had to bite the bullet and sit down, but the pain in his butt was not okay if he couldn't bear it. Just as Matthew sat back in the chair next to him, a layer appeared on Michael Sheehan's forehead. sweat.

At this time, he saw a waiter coming over with a menu, like a drowning person seeing a savior, ready to ask for a softer cushion.

Before Michael Sheehan opened his mouth, Matthew looked at his moving ass and asked,

"Ass hurts? Why don't I find you a cushion."

"No, no." Thinking of what happened last night, Michael Sheehan quickly denied, "My ass is fine!"

What he said wouldn't make Matthew think about that. This kind of thing can be done, but it's too shameful to say it.

Michael Sheehan immediately found a suitable reason, "It was the first time I sat in this strange chair, and I was a little uncomfortable."

Matthew nodded solemnly, "Well, I'll get used to it after sitting for a while."

He called the waiter and prepared to order.

Michael Sheehan sat on a solid hardwood chair, and only he could understand the pain.

"What do you eat?" Matthew asked Michael Sheehan, why did Michael Sheehan care about this, and said casually, "I'm not familiar with Chinese food, please help me."

"That's good." Matthew was also polite, "I want whatever I want."

Opening the recipe, he specially ordered several typical Sichuan dishes such as spicy stir-fried beef tenderloin, boiled pork slices, and Mapo tofu.

"Do you speak Chinese?" Seeing the waiter's black hair and black eyes, Matthew asked tentatively. Seeing the waiter nod, he deliberately changed to Chinese and said, "My friend likes spicy food, so we must put more pepper in these dishes. It's Chaotian Pepper!"

Although a little curious that Matthew can speak so fluent Chinese, the waiter nodded and said, "Okay!"

On the other side, Michael Sheehan took a tissue, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sat on this tattered chair. Every second was a torment. If he knew that, he would bring a thick cushion here... No, he shouldn't have come!

Thinking of this, he remembered the purpose of his coming here, and said to Matthew, "I got the exact news that the male protagonist of this MV is most likely me."

"Really?" Matthew looked surprised, "That's great!"

Michael Sheehan was stunned, it was completely different from what he thought.

Matthew then said, "If that's true, congratulations, Mike."

This is very sincere, like a blessing between best friends.

Hearing this congratulations, Michael Sheehan suddenly choked up after thinking about the words he had come up with after a night to show off.

"You've finally made it!" Matthew patted Michael Sheehan on the shoulder affectionately, "Come on! You must become a big star."

"what……"

Michael Sheehan screamed, which sounded like a response to Matthew's words. In fact, his body was shaken, and his oppressed buttocks were in closer contact with the chair, and he couldn't help screaming under the severe pain.

Matthew patted Michael Sheehan on the shoulder again, and said very sincerely, "In that role last time, you are actually more suitable than me, but that kind of thing is not something we can decide, right? Look at this time, good luck on your head."

Michael Sheehan bit his lip and nodded.

"Tomorrow I'm going to talk about Helen Herman's tone." Matthew continued to pat Michael Sheehan on the shoulder, "If Helen Herman agrees, I'm going to withdraw from the audition."

"Um..." Michael Sheehan looked constipated, "Um...um..."

Seeing Matthew's sincerity, he suddenly felt that it was too much for him to come and show off.

The dish was delivered at this time, and Matthew asked for another bottle of high-quality liquor, opened it for him and Michael Sheehan each got a glass.

Michael Sheehan looked at Matthew, a little confused, did this guy really consider him a friend?

"Matthew..." He wanted to say something, but Matthew raised his glass to him, "Mike, you are the first friend I met in Los Angeles, for our friendship, for our future, cheers!"

"Cheers!" Michael Sheehan was a little excited, and regardless of the pain on his butt, he raised his glass and touched Matthew, "For the future!"

He drank it all.

Matthew also drank his glass and poured another for Michael Sheehan.

"Eat vegetables..." Matthew greeted warmly, Michael Sheehan took a bite of the vegetables, and his mouth was hot. For some reason, he felt hot in the middle of his butt.

Matthew raised his glass again, "Cheers!"

Michael Sheehan picked up the glass and touched Matthew, then drank another glass of high liquor.

Later, Michael Sheehan didn't say those nonsense words again, resisted the burning feeling on his mouth and buttocks, and finished the meal with Matthew.

Although he didn't eat much because the food was too spicy, he and Matthew drank a lot of high-quality liquor.

Even paid before Matthew.

His idea is very simple, since Matthew Horner, this idiot, still regards him as a friend, there may be value in the next use, such as his personal relationship with Helen Herman...

After Michael Sheehan paid, Matthew asked, "Will we go together?"

"I'm sitting here." Michael Sheehan felt a burning pain in his butt, worried that Matthew would see the clue and didn't want to leave with him, and casually gave a reason, "I made an appointment with a friend to spend the afternoon on another street. Meet up."

"Well." Matthew nodded and asked again, "Your injury..."

Although Michael Sheehan frowned in pain, he waved his hand quickly, "It's alright, rest for a while, everything will be fine."

"That's good." Matthew waved at him. "Goodbye, Mike."

"Goodbye, Matthew."

Seeing Matthew turn around and leave, Michael Sheehan no longer had to hold back, his face instantly twisted in pain, his buttocks bounced off the chair like a spring, and his eyes looked back involuntarily. , unfortunately can't see anything.

"what!"

He got up too hard, and the few shots Matthew had taken before were a bit heavy, which involved the wound in the middle of the buttocks, and let out a scream involuntarily.

Fortunately, he immediately realized that something was wrong and covered his mouth for the first time.

Even so, many people looked over curiously, and even the waiter came over and asked with concern, "Can I help you, sir?"

"I..." Michael Sheehan just wanted to say it was okay, but the pain in his butt got worse, and it seemed that even standing was a problem, so he quickly changed his words, "Call me a taxi and help me out, okay? ?"

The waiter was polite, "Of course you can."

He first called the service desk to call a taxi, and then helped Michael Sheehan out of the restaurant.

Michael Sheehan turned pale in pain, just like Martin Jackson gave him another shot. With the help of the waiter, he finally walked out of the restaurant and took a taxi home.

He swore that he would lie down on the bed these days to recover from his injuries and would never come out again.

Near the restaurant, when I saw Michael Sheehan leaving in a taxi, Matthew came out of an alley with a smile. After so many days of acting lessons, he felt that his acting skills had improved considerably.

At the very least, Michael Sheehan didn't seem to notice.

From Michael Sheehan's attitude, he also determined that Martin Jackson gave the actor's promise, which is also a major reason for agreeing to Michael Sheehan's invitation.

If he wants to win his second audition, he has to figure something out outside the audition room.

Matthew thought about it last night. He took out his mobile phone first, then took out the business card given by Elena Boyar from his wallet, and dialed the number on it.