King of Hollywood Chapter 120: Starring in a role
"Damn this is your ultimate goal," Monica exclaimed angrily.
"Guessed." Adrian laughed and turned around, hugging Monica from the side, and Monica grabbed his hand and tried to push away, so the two pushed in the water, With a clattering voice.
Although Monica seems to be struggling, it is obviously useless, otherwise Adrian will not be left alone. Of course, it may also be because the previous swimming took a lot of energy, but if so, it should be her character to stop resisting, not the current type of push.
Sometimes such fun will change taste, especially Monica is not wearing a swimsuit, it can be called a perfect full fling, and Ade noodles are not just gentlemen, naturally they must be posted together. However, although he finally buried his head in Monica's chest, the bottom was just next to each other, and did not enter into it, because Monica did not like to be here.
Of course, another reason is that even if you escaped the reporter and rented a private beach, there is no guarantee that no one will just bump into it and take a sneak shot. It doesn't matter if the intimate picture is taken, but it is not so good to get a further picture.
So although Adrian and Monica are clinging to and kissing in the water, they still exercise restraint, so Monica, who is a little confused, is even more confused.
"Ed," her eyes widened and hugged Adrian's head, "Tell me, Ed, are you more interested in me, or more interested in my body?"
"Let’s listen to the truth?" Adrian raised his head and smiled, holding Monica’s face, "It’s almost the same."
He paused before staring at her eyes and continued, "I said a long time ago, the man who doesn't want to go to bed with you certainly doesn't exist, how could I be exceptional. But your character is also attractive Grip, at first I thought you were strong, you always wanted to prove yourself, but later you discovered how passionate and delicate you are. And these are all fascinating..."
Monica also stared at him without blinking, and after a long time she finally lowered her head and gritted her teeth: "Damn, why do I always believe what you say"
Adrian blocked her mouth without saying anything, and Monica responded enthusiastically while clamping her waist with her legs in the water, and then began to swing her hips up.
"No, no, dear, not now." Adrian pushed her away slightly.
"Why, don't you dare now?" Monica said provocatively with the curve of dripping water.
"Don't forget, I promised you." Adrian smiled and reached out and scratched her **** lips. "What you promised must be done. This is my style."
Then I looked at the still bright sky and the undulating waves around him, and before he answered, he hugged her sideways and walked on the water to the beach: "Okay, today’s surfing will stop here. , After changing clothes, we can go to Fisher Avenue to go to the evening. Didn’t you think that most restaurants in Cannes tasted too much and added too many seasonings to the dishes? There is a light French restaurant over there, we You can use dinner there before going back."
Monica struggled a little when she was embraced horizontally, but she finally sighed and leaned her head on the shoulder of Adrian. She was honestly hugged ashore.
"Oh," Adrian thought of something with a playful smile, "Don’t think I will let you go tonight, I can’t wait to try the taste there."
I have always been careless about this kind of thing. After hearing the words, Monica, who has used countless fancy Adrian, couldn't help her body tight, her expression became a little overwhelmed, and she felt her The reacting Adrian couldn't help laughing.
The sky is getting late, and with a street lamp being lit, Cannes looks particularly warm in the dark blue sky that has not yet returned. Adrian, dressed in casual clothes and slightly dressed, walked side by side on the street with Monica, chatting on the topic while slowly advancing. Because of the film festival, there are many people on the street, but most of them are tourists. Most of the movie stars and directors are concentrated on the promenade, and they rarely come here.
Because of this, Adrian will choose to go shopping with Monica, and there are many medieval-style buildings here. Of course, don’t worry about safety. The security in Cannes has always been good. In addition to holding a film festival, the government is very tight in this regard. Look at the mounted police who pass by from time to time.
"Here it is, this is it." Adrian took Monica to a stop outside a slightly smaller restaurant. Although the decoration looks simple, the antique flavor is quite attractive, obviously has Not a small history.
Pushing the door in, like all French restaurants, the light inside is dim, and the candlesticks are lit with candles, which looks very quiet. The waiter quickly greeted him and led them to the double seat by the window.
"It seems that you are here for the first time? So sure that the taste is right here?" After ordering, Monica asked with a frowning eyebrow. She came out from the beach until now. Completely calmed down.
"How do you know if you don't try it? Some things will only be understood if you go to experience it yourself." Adrian smiled and said punically.
Monica rolled her eyes angrily, just about to say something, but found that Adrian's eyes moved to the door. She followed and looked at the past. Two middle-aged men were walking into the restaurant one after the other.
"It's here, let's, the onion soup here is the best I have tasted." At first, a person was slightly short, and the short hair combed up stood on the head like a wooden pile, and his eyebrows were thick. The appearance is quite a bit honest.
"Come on, last time in Lyon, you said that it was the best braised snail you have tasted, but what happened?" The tall man in the back with round glasses had thin hair and left The stubble is almost the same as the honest feeling. And although complaining, who can hear more jokes, the two people are very interesting together.
"That can only say that our tastes are different, it does not mean that they are not delicious." The short shrugged and sat under the leadership of the waiter to another table by the window, just in Adrian's Behind him.
"It looks like we can meet them." After they ordered the meal, Adrian whispered to Monica, then blinked with a smile, then got up and moved to the two people who were fighting.
"Hello, Mr. Luc Besson, I am very happy to see you here." Adrian said in French, and after shaking hands with the surprised short, he turned to the tall again, "And you, Let? Mr. Reynolds."
"Are you?" Luc Besson looked at him curiously.
"I am Adrian? Kewell, maybe you have heard my name..." Adrian has not been introduced yet, Luc? Besson has already called out: "I know, you are the American kid What are they calling you? The Wizards director is indeed so. I only went to see your "Pulp Fiction" today, which is really interesting"
Lean? Renault looked at the old man and shook his head helplessly, then said apologetically to Adrian: "Sorry, this is how he looks, when it comes to exciting things, it is a little difficult to hold on."
"It's okay, I understand, sometimes I do." Adrian smiled and waved his hand, and then pointed to the table in front of them. "If we don't mind, we might be able to work together."
"Of course, no problem, please sit down." Besson made a please gesture with a smile.
"Thank you, but..." Adrian said as she returned to her original position and took Monica's arm: "Come on."
Monica stood up without saying anything, and sat with Adrian to Luc? Besson and Jean? Renault came to their table and then greeted them with a smile: "Hello, Luc Mr. Besson, Mr. Renault."
As a European, she knew the fame of these two people.
"Oh, Monica Bellucci, you are so beautiful. Your dance in "Pulp Fiction" is so tempting." Luc? Besson shook her hand and smiled. .
"Thank you." Monica looked reserved and charming.
"Of course, Kewell is also very good at black humor and violence." Besson then turned to Adrian.
"Let me call Adrian or Ed, so I can also call you Luc and let." Adrian said with a smile, "To say black humor, I understand a little bit, but when it comes to black violence, no That movie did better than your "Nikita" last year."
"I just tried more different themes. This film appeared accidentally, and many critics did not like it." Although Besson said so on his mouth, he still looked very proud.
"It doesn't matter whether film critics like it or not, the key is whether the audience likes it or not. I think the best actress of the Caesar Award and the nomination of the best foreign language film for the Golden Globe Award have already explained some things well." Adrian shook his head.
The topic opened, and the two talked about each other's movies. After a few conversations, both parties were surprised because they were very familiar with each other's movies~IndoMTL.com~ So the two were like old friends who have not seen for many years. The conversation was more heated, and Monica and Jean? Renault next to them basically didn't interject, Monica couldn't intervene, and Renault didn't like to talk too much.
Finally, Adrian and Besson also knew restraint, and soon talked about the topic at the film festival.
"I think "Pulp Fiction" is fully qualified for Golden Palm. No one has ever been like this...playing a movie," Besson said, "You did a great job, Ed."
"It doesn’t matter whether you take Golden Palm or not, I prefer to be able to communicate with other directors and actors at the film festival, maybe I will be inspired by chatting and talking," Adrian's expression looks very serious, " For example, I suddenly have an idea now, and I want to invite him to play a role."
"I? Acting in a role?" made Renault stunned.
"Yes, a story of a killer living in New York." Adrian smiled slightly, the meaning of which was only clear to him.