My Dreamy Old Husband

Stanley stared at Michael who just walked in, shock written all over his face. We sure are related; we even have the same thoughts. The only difference is that I expected Michael to be a wild horse with its tail on fire but instead, he’s like a launched rocket, rushing over from the production set in the blink of an eye.

Sophia was holding and drinking wine from a bowl bigger than her face a moment ago. She looked up, never expected to see Michael who seemed to have traveled through a portal. Shocked, she spurted out a mouthful of wine and hurriedly covered her face with the big bowl. Sh*t! Why is Michael here? Shouldn’t he be filming in a studio outside the city?

As soon as Michael spoke, everyone in the room turned to look at him. Everyone knew who he was even though some of them didn’t watch movies. That’s Taylor Murray. I remember he came to visit during the military training last year, but why is an actor like him at a veteran party?

Though Michael came uninvited, he didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed. Instead, he walked in confidently and found a seat. Everyone looked at him before glancing at each other in confusion. Joel’s expression was frozen for a moment but he quickly recovered and introduced Michael to everyone.

It suddenly dawned on everyone that they seemed to have heard rumors about Taylor working in the special forces before. Since Joel had personally said so, the rumors must be true. There were many fans of Taylor in the room so he was immediately surrounded as soon as he entered the room. As soon as Michael walked in, he immediately walked to Sophia’s side.

Seeing this, Stanley, who was sitting next to Sophia, hurriedly gave up his seat. Meanwhile, Sophia was still covering her face with the bowl. She had a small face and the bowl was really big so it completely covered her face. Before Michael even had the chance to talk to her, the door was swung open again and a man with blond hair appeared. “Oh, there you are!”

Even Harry’s here! Stanley instantly waved at Harry excitedly. “Mr. Harry, why are you here?”

Harry walked in leisurely with his hands in his pockets before he pointed at Michael and said, “I’m your uncle’s family member.”

Hearing this, Stanley frowned. Why does something sound off?

copy everything Michael did and wore clothes that were exactly like Michael’s, which was why the both

became the instructor at the military training in Bayside University. This was why he immediately recognized the b*stard who copied everything he did

copied Michael even more diligently to the extent that the both of them were wearing the exact same outfit that day. Furthermore, after hearing Harry say ‘I’m your uncle’s family member’, their relationship looked

what to wear. He thought Michael looked handsome in those clothes so he

even specially came over from other states. Come, let’s have a toast!” Dozens of bowls filled with hard liquor were raised. After all, true

gaze. Meanwhile, Michael didn’t even look at her. Instead, he poured liquor into her bowl and made

out a row of Yakult from his lap and even tore open the packaging, inserting straws before he quietly

that he saw the row of Yakult and reached over to grab it. “This is great. Drinking some Yakult after hard liquor is good for the stomach.”

shouldn’t be drinking Yakult

withdrew his hand, afraid to say a word. Later, the men chatted while the women ate quietly. After Sophia quietly finished drinking two bottles, she focused on eating. There were originally ten tables in the VIP room but they were joined together to

separating him from Sophia. Even though the two men were sitting next to each other, there was zero communication. Michael and Sophia were also surrounded

film crew is in need of a large number of extras lately, preferably veterans. If any of you are interested, go to the address on my business card.” The atmosphere seemed happy and harmonious and the party went on from noon till night, as they drank a ton of wine and ate a lot of food. As for Sophia, she drank a whole row of Yakult and even secretly drank

the end of the party. Michael didn’t leave either. After Sophia finished eating a drumstick happily, she looked up and saw that almost everyone had left. Only a few people remained. Joel, Michael, and

still had a sharp gaze, he looked slightly drunk. All of a sudden, Joel stood up and said to Michael, “Mike, it’s been a while