[American Entertainment] Kise's Hollywood Diary

Chapter 21 A willing fight

"Did you have a good rest last night?" Frank glanced at the boy who was combing his hair. His back was to him, blocking the bathroom mirror.

"Not bad, thanks to Carlo." Vincent put down the comb and walked out. His hair was just combed smoothly, and the blond hair without hairspray stayed obediently according to their original curvature. This made The boy looked very clean.

"There is something that may be a bit presumptuous, but I still have to ask for Carlo."

Vincent faced the serious face of his agent, and then nodded. It was obvious that he knew what his agent wanted to ask.

On the way to the set, Frank and Vincent talked about Carlo's professional issues and the research he was currently conducting. Although Vincent is not a sports medicine major, he had some exposure to this area in the last dimension. As for the current sports medicine technology in the early 21st century, it is far less developed than in that dimension. But the plan Carlo revealed to Frank made Vincent feel familiar.

If Mark hadn't been unable to bear the anesthesia, maybe everything would have been easier.

Putting this matter aside for the moment, Vincent is not Mark himself. Although things seem to be turning around, the risks of future surgeries are not easily bearable - the final decision still lies in the hands of Mark and his family.

"To be honest, this thing is a bit difficult to push." ​​Vincent looked at the large turntable used for daily activities of horses and tried to push the crossbar. He was wearing some old riding clothes and carrying a The dark brown felt hat held down the golden hair, and he wore a pair of riding boots. The tight-fitting trousers perfectly lengthened the lines of the boy's legs.

Gary Ross was adjusting the equipment with several members of the camera crew. When he heard the starring voice muttering, he suddenly burst into laughter: "You are not allowed to push this! What a fool -" The

other staff members also laughed. As he stood up, Vincent thought about what kind of stupid mistake he had made - he was not the one to push the big turntable. He only needed to hold the reins of the horse and let the horse pull the turntable around by itself. That's it.

Thinking of this, Vincent's ears turned red with embarrassment. Fortunately, a loud snort saved him.

The horse trainer moved in a group of dark gray horses, which are purebreds with a pedigree no less than that of "Seabiscuit". The annual maintenance and insurance costs spent on them are no less than a high-end sports car, " Her

name is Sandia, and she is a thoroughbred horse born in the same year as Sherlock. Of course, her temper is no less than that of Sherlock, and she is an extremely proud little girl." The horse trainer took Sandia to Vincent In front of him, "Come, say hello to her!"

Vincent patted the dust on his gloves, took them off and put them aside. He stared at Sandia's big brown eyes and slowly put his palms close to the little girl. On top of her head, this young girl with top-notch running speed just raised her eyelids and blinked her long eyelashes, not resisting the hand placed on the top of her head.

The horse trainer smiled and praised: "Sandya was extraordinarily well-behaved today. She would be very unhappy when any man touches her."

At this point, Sandya snorted again and twisted her body slightly. The head and the long tail behind him also swung. As a beautiful horse girl, she also has an aesthetic sense!

"Vincent has a close connection with animals." Gary Ross adjusted the lenses of each camera position, made sure that the preparations were complete, and began to prepare for the next shooting.