King of Hollywood

“Okay, guys, I want you to stay put and finish the shoot as long as possible before dark, or Mr. Paxton will be very upset.” As Adrian spoke, the crew in attendance laughed and the restaurant manager, standing at the corner of the wall slightly holding his stomach, shrugged.

Because the restaurant is completely closed, you don't have to wait until the evening to shoot, and the best time for this hippie-style restaurant is at night, and the golden hours aren't handed over to the crew, just like when you go to New York to make "Smell the Fragrance Woman," the Waldorf Hotel requires that you can't shoot during the day.

It's no big deal, at least the rent is much cheaper during the day, so don't forget this is what the lighter does as a result of the change in brightness that can affect the shooting effect.

“Then let's get started.” Adrian clapped his hands to show everyone to move, and at the same time glanced at Monica, who was already standing in the middle of the dining room stage, swinging her body with pride, preparing for the next shoot.

With a smile in the corner of his mouth, Adrian remains serious on the set.

The next shot was the most classic scene in the Low Vulgar Novel, where Mia and Vincent, in white shirts and black trousers, had a swinging dance on the dining room stage, accompanied by a recap of American film history, music history and dance history - well, the last sentence was made by film critics, and it showed how mysterious they were.

Going back to shooting, the whole process was much easier than before. Monica's modeling career made her adjust her limbs well with music and dance, and she had performed this before during auditions, plus she didn't need much acting, so the shooting went very smoothly.

Forgive me, this footage still takes more than a dozen shots from all angles, more to make the two dancers more acquiesce, in addition to being used as backup shots.

When the evening arrived, the restaurant was finally finished, and the story of "Wife of Vincent and Marsha" ended, leaving the final "The Situation of Bonnie".

“Get some rest on the weekend, guys, by next Monday, I want each of you to look shivering.” Adrian patted the staff on their shoulders and said out loud.

'Cause that way you can squeeze them better, right? ”Tara Volta walked over and asked with a smile.

“Do you really think I'm squeezing them, John?” Adrian asked back.

“Oh, sure, you're not just squeezing them, you're squeezing us.” Travolta opened his hand and said with a little hippie smile that he would be very uncomfortable once he became familiar.

“Well, then, by next Monday, I'll squeeze you harder.” Adrian squeezed his fist and looked at Talavorta smiling. He said, "I'm sorry," and then hurried over there.

Tara Walter looked back, revealing a bright light and walking towards her car.

“Can we have dinner together, Monica?” Adrian walked out of the RV with a smile in front of the woman, and Monica, who had already packed her clothes, was wearing a dark corset of trench coats on the outside of her simple trousers, with an amazing view of her body.

“Dinner?” Monique Kayan raised her eyebrows and did not reveal much unexpected divinity.

“Yes, there is a small restaurant just two blocks away and although there are no famous dishes, the burgers and fries are pretty good.” Adrian smiled and looked at her, "Tasting the food occasionally won't affect your body. ”

Monica frowned slightly and nodded with some hesitation after a half hour: "Okay. ”

The decision seemed somewhat reluctant, but the little move on her hand in the bag had already fallen into Adrian's eyes. So after getting a positive answer, Adrian grabbed Monica's waist and walked towards her car, and Monica struggled slightly twice, but didn't resist too much.

Two blocks away, a few minutes later, they arrived at the restaurant in Adriankou. Not much, not unlike those small restaurants in other cities in the United States, but a clean and tidy environment gives a good first impression.

“Well, I admit, it's great, at least in terms of taste.” Monica bit the hamburger in her mouth and chewed it slowly and said so. It's an Italian woman, even eating these regular fast food dishes can show off her flair.

“I accidentally found this restaurant," Adrian smiled faintly, dipping the fries in tomato sauce and sending them into her mouth, "that's life, you can't guess what's going to happen next. ”

Monica blinked, didn't answer, didn't seem to understand what he was trying to say.

“Are we dating now?” Adrian suddenly asked again.

Although there had already been a confrontation the night before, Monica still didn't think he was so direct, stunned a few seconds later and said angrily: “I think I was before...”

“Well, Monica, we're not kids, and you know why you say that," Adrian doesn't give her a chance to rebut, smiles and interrupts Monica's words, "you're just upset, you're upset, you're upset, you're upset, you're upset that you don't have the initiative, right? ”

“I... no!” Monica stares at Adrian, although she denies his claims, but clearly goes in and out of the way.

“It's disappointing, Monica,” Adrian said carelessly, "I thought I could be honest in front of you. I thought when I was honest with you, you could be honest with me, but I didn't think that would happen. ”

Monica's breathing became impatient, and when she looked at Adrian, she obviously bit her teeth. She had plenty of experience, but she was far worse than Adrian, otherwise it wouldn't be like this now.

After a few seconds of stalemate, Monica suddenly hummed, “You really don't think I can handle it? ”

Adrian picked an eyebrow and was about to speak. He sucked on the cool air without opening his mouth. Some accidentally looked at Monica in front. Monica, with her hands crossed over the table, obviously carries a little pride and provocation with her red, thick lips slightly widened and her tongue slightly licked the corners of her mouth. They looked at each other like that and had not spoken for a long time.

After about a few minutes, Adrian finally exhaled: “Wow, this is a restaurant...”

I swallowed back before I finished the conversation, and now I'm in direct contact with the soles of my shoes. Adrian struggled to swallow, and he kind of tasted Monica getting stuck back before. Even so, he looked at Monica with a smile, not a smile, even though his breath was getting heavier. Monica likewise chewed his lips and looked at him weakly, but breathing inevitably became impatient, and a fine sweat bead appeared on his forehead, his face became more and more red, and the whole person was filled with * *.