Hollywood Domination Chapter 439: The happiest weekend

Although it is located in California, the climate in Santa Monica is quite good, basically stable at more than 20 degrees throughout the year, and the sea breeze is pleasant and gentle. Therefore, this town is one of the most famous resorts near Los Angeles. From Jenny's point of view, at least the sea breeze in Santa Monica is much gentler than the wind in Cliff Mountain Villa—maybe the wind in Malibu Broadbeach is as pleasant, but the estate is located above the cliff, and the wind is very strong at night. A fly in the ointment of the house.

Of course, living in this way now, the privacy of the manor still makes her quite satisfied, so Cesare decided to give this house to her, and then go out and buy it by herself. Since the divorce, Jenny has been thinking about it. Do you want to renovate, add wind shelter fences to areas that are too open, and renovate the central air-conditioning system by the way. After all, I was in a hurry to move in, and I used the decoration of the model house, which was designed more than ten years ago. There are always some places that cut corners, such as The kitchen can only be refurbished later.

It’s better to wait for a while, let Mary stay in Los Angeles to supervise after she leaves to film "Code Shero 2"——Flipping through "Architecture and Design", Jenny shook her feet and made a decision. The decoration model picture in the magazine, casually asked, "What decoration style do you prefer, pastoral? Minimalist? Retro Regency, Mediterranean?"

Beside her, Salvi moved a bit. He brushed back the bangs that had fallen on his forehead, half propped up from the posture of reading magazines lying on his stomach, and leaned his head to look at the magazines and shirts in Jenny's hand. As a result, the opening of his body became larger, revealing his flat chest—he is not the muscular figure of an underwear model, but after switching to a career as a director, he is not like those supermodels who are thin and bone-like. The lines are still thin, but the muscular lines are looming, and the masculinity is not lost outside the handsome appearance. However, even in such a relaxed and honest moment, he still has a kind of restrained and ascetic beauty, which makes the intimacy he shows seem too much. It's so precious that people can't take it lightly.

"From an aesthetic point of view, I like minimalism-but from a home furnishing point of view, its comfort level is not too high, and it doesn't suit you." He kissed Jenny intimately on the side of the face, almost He whispered softly, "Do you want to renovate your manor?"

Getting along with Salvi is indeed a completely different experience-Jenny is not deliberately comparing anything, but among the few men who have been emotionally involved with her, she should be with Salvi Wei is the most comfortable to get along with—when she was with Chris, there was always a sense of chasing and fleeing, and he was always pushing, which made it difficult for her to take the initiative to bring up such ambiguous topics to him, for fear of sending out wrong signals and causing He went one step further. As for Cesare... Restraint is the main theme of getting along. They have never gotten along so casually. The stronger the tension, the greater the desire to avoid each other after talking about business. Of course, the time spent together is too long. For a long time, it is hard to guard against, and there are always some opportunities to get along with each other privately. Of course, it is also very pleasant, but the background is always tense, not to say it is not good, the feeling of tension is because it affects too many things. If you judge it simply by being relaxed, when talking to Salvi, she is the most relaxed. You don’t need to worry about sending out wrong signals, and you don’t need to worry about not being able to see through the other party’s reaction. She knows that Salvi has always understood her very well. It's like she also understands Salvi very well. This kind of tacit understanding is hard to describe, but it has permeated between the two since the first meeting, which can only be described as fate.

"Well," of course, because Salvi knows the secret of the marriage, and their intersection is not so much that they can talk about sensitive issues, so she can speak casually without careful thinking—even if the intersection is deeper, Jenny felt that he would not pry into her secrets, he would not even be interested, and Salvi was indifferent to such things. "You know, the purpose of buying it before was very clear, that is to hold a wedding as soon as possible, so it has basically not been renovated."

"What does it feel like to live in the eyes of everyone?" Salvi asked, his face tilted with interest, "It's hard to imagine that you can maintain your life under such pressure."

"Maybe I just need this kind of attention to maintain my life." Jenny said, seeing his smile in Salvi's eyes, she couldn't help laughing too, "Well, this It’s the price of fame—it’s like a fast train, once you get on it for fame, it’s not so easy to get off.”

Actually, with Jenny's status today, even if she is insulated from the paparazzi from now on, and her position in the world-renowned industry is there, her box office appeal will not be weakened, just like Tom Hanks, there is basically no gossip , Meryl Streep, is in a state of complete seclusion, but this does not affect their coffee positions. These are all big coffees with strength and box office masterpieces, and it is not necessary to keep sending press releases to stir up news Some of the a-r are comparable. The paparazzi basically only brings troubles and no benefits. It is difficult for daily street photos to be reproduced by global news websites. Basically, only some heavy users will care about her. With her image over the years, the media is now even more eager for her. Yes, this is a market demand that no amount of good daily public relations can contain, and it also makes her have to be more careful and prevent everything—just like before, even when to start a relationship again, and even the candidate for the relationship must be counted Inside.

For this situation, it is impossible not to feel burdened, but Jenny has nothing to regret or complain about. Without this express train, it would be difficult for her to get so far in a short time, but she does regret that day Kiss, because Salvi sure doesn't like the intrusion of public attention.

"Should I feel sorry for you?" she said, apologetically.

Salvi's eyes fell on her face, and then he stretched out his hand to hold her chin, pulled her over and kissed her, and he said on her lips, "Well, you said you should treat me Are you sorry?"

Jenny couldn't help laughing, and she could feel Salvi's lips curved in the same arc—Salvi was like the British man everyone imagined, he was polite in front of others, Never lacking in self-control, but privately he is never passive. Most importantly, she could feel that he was satisfied with the current state, just like her: during the filming, they only shared a time together occasionally, and they missed each other, but the emotion was not crazy enough to subvert everything. No one in this relationship is anxious, greedy, and can't get what they want. It's just right to stay in such a happy relationship.

"Maybe one day we can revisit Queenstown together," she said, grabbing a thought at random, "Isn't it? When we all need to sort ourselves out - there's another story to brew When we are together, we can walk together by Lake Wakatipu, let the stars shine on our hair, don't need to say a word, let the birdsong replace the conversation—"

Salvi's hands were wrapped around Jenny, and he sat up, combing his loose forehead hair again.

"Lake Wakatipu is still far away." He said, pulling Jenny up from the carpet, "Let's go, let's live in the moment and take a walk together by the Pacific Ocean."

Jenny glanced at the bright sun outside the window and reached for her sun protection clothing. Salvi laughed, "You girls!"

But he still happily held Jenny, who was not at all beautiful and not wearing a white dress, and walked with her on the beach together. and Salvi’s smile was so bright in the sun that Jenny couldn’t help but smirked at him. All of this—although they were still on the private beach, they walked with their boyfriend regardless. In the sun, you can hold hands if you want, hug if you want, and don't need to worry about the angle of the camera. It feels really good.

"Do you like the seaside?" She asked casually, grabbing the thoughts in her mind like grabbing clouds.

"I like the warm seaside." Salvi said, "When we were young, we would go to Nice for vacation and sometimes to the Maldives. You must know that the climate in Britain is not very good. I don't like the cold and humid climate. I feel like, it makes life a gray color - but I don't like the Maldives too much, it's too hot there sometimes, and it's not always nice for a white person to get flushed in the sun."

"I have been very aesthetic since I was a child, haven't I?"

"It's true," says Salvi, "my mother thought I was **** at one point because I had a great passion for clothes since I was a kid - I love that, the lights and shadows, the trains on the carpet Spread out, that rolling flowing beauty that rolls in the grand beauty of the building like the tide lapping on the shore - the annual ball is my feast every year, usually, I don't get anywhere Go, never let my parents be rude-I always stand beside my mother, hold her hand tightly, and watch the spectacle with bated breath-"

Jenny raised her eyebrows, and it took her a few seconds to realize that the annual ball that Salvi said should be the annual ball of the British royal family. Of course, it is a luxurious place where the upper class gathers every year.

"So what's her reaction?" she asked curiously, "to the son that it might be a **** thing?"

"There was no response, and we soon found out that it was a misunderstanding." Salvi shrugged, and he laughed. "Oh, but it's really quite funny--you see, my mother took it seriously, because I never talked about the people under the clothes, I just kept talking about the clothes themselves, and she thought I was talking about the girl Not interested, but then she found out that the only reason I didn't talk about it was because—"

After a dramatic pause, he spread his hands and continued, "The people in the clothes don't deserve the clothes."

Jenny couldn't help laughing, "Shutup, you're completely making up stories—, Diana? You should have met her?"

"In all fairness, do you think Diana is beautiful?" Salvi asked, "From an aesthetic point of view?"

Jenny really thinks that Princess Diana looks good, "If you compare her with a star, then of course, she is not as beautiful as Grace Kelly, but—"

"Yeah, so to me, she is not as beautiful as the clothes themselves." Salvi shrugged, "Forgive the superficiality of a little boy, but to me, there are really no beautiful girls in England. "

"Keira Knightley?"

"Her jaw is crooked."

"Kate Winslet?"

"She is a bit overweight."

"Helena Bonham Carter?"

"Nostril."

"Catherine Zeta-Jones?"

"She is a beauty."

"And your aesthetic standards are really high." Jenny said, pointing at herself jokingly, "So, what about me?"

"I don't think anyone who has seen "Monroe", "Life Journey" and "Gatsby" will doubt it." Salvi said, he took Jenny to sit down on the beach, smiling Looking at her with satisfaction, "What about you, would you doubt it?"

"I won't..." Jenny said, she couldn't help blushing a little, but she still couldn't help being curious, "So, is this your criterion? Not working with actresses who are not beautiful enough-of course not enough Beautiful people fall in love."

"No, it's in terms of appearance," Salvi denied her doubts, "A person can feel beautiful without a perfect appearance, of course—but this is also a very rare temperament, Most of the time, it is difficult for people wearing fancy clothes to match the clothes, just because their temperament and appearance cannot match the status of these clothes in the clothes, which is incongruous from an aesthetic point of view ——This is also the beginning of my dream of being a director—or a designer. At that time, I only wanted to let really beautiful people wear these beautiful clothes and walk in beautiful scenery—”

"So you went to make a documentary," Jenny said.

"Yes, so I went to shoot a documentary." Salvi nodded. "But I don't use appearance to judge a person's essence, or determine her attractiveness to me—"

He looked at Jenny intently and said softly. "Temperament and connotation are not the criteria for judging - the criterion is a vague feeling, a two-way, spiritual attraction - I can judge her thoughts without difficulty, it is a kind of intuition - "

Jenny and him looked at each other for a while, her lips naturally curved, and they turned their heads happily and tacitly, looking at the sea.

Perhaps because of the cover of the clouds, today's sunset has a strange pink color, like a dyed egg yolk, it slowly falls down, making the waves on the sea more mellow and colorful, Jenny Supporting himself, looking at the sunset in a daze, Salvi said softly.

"This—is one of my wild imaginations."

His voice was like a breeze blowing a blade of grass, "When we were shooting Monroe - it was my first film, I could only make it well with all my heart, I was so constantly I said to myself, I should be totally in the movie, and she doesn't want a relationship, and I know it completely—so I can only wait, I can only imagine."

"Waiting for what?" Jenny asked, her tone overflowing with tenderness.

"Waiting for fate to bring us together, even if it is the slimmest hope," Salvi said almost with a sigh, "but I can only firmly believe that since fate has arranged for us to meet—then it must Make your own claims."

"And that's what I first imagined - it just came out of my head and I retold it over and over again, like this, you sit here looking at the ocean, and I - I The greatest hope, the greatest desire in the imagination is..."

His hand covered Jenny's hand, and gently held the tiger's mouth, "Just like this, hold your hand, and look at the sunset with you—"

Jenny lowered her eyes, and a gentle smile almost burst out of her heart, but she deliberately put a little joke in her words, "Then, you must be very happy now."

"This is the happiest weekend of my life." Salvi said sincerely, he used some strength gently, but Jenny didn't need his urging, she leaned towards him and shared a kiss.

"Mine too," she whispered.

The sea breeze was blowing, and the sound of the motor in the distance was unexpectedly refreshing. Jenny closed her eyes and deepened the kiss——

Then, the familiar and crisp 'click' sound ruined all of this.