King of Hollywood

“Damn it, that's your ultimate purpose," Monica yelled angrily.

“You got it.” Adrian Haha smiled and hugged Monica from the side, while Monica grabbed his hand and tried to push it away, and the two shoved up in the water with a loud and loud voice.

Although Monica seems to be struggling, she obviously has no strength, otherwise she will not be left to Adrian. Of course, it may have been because the previous swim had taken a lot of energy, but if so, it would have been better to stop the resistance with her personality, not because of the current push.

Sooner or later, this kind of play will taste different. Especially if Monica is not wearing a swimsuit, it is a perfect full swing to sway around. Ade Noodles is not a proper gentleman and naturally has to stick together. However, although he eventually buried his head in Monica's chest, it was just snug underneath and didn't go in because Monica didn't like it here.

Another reason, of course, is that even if journalists were avoided and private beaches were rented, no one would happen to run into them and shoot them secretly. It doesn't matter if you get intimate shots, but it's not good to get further shots.

So Adrian and Monica kissed tightly in the water, but they were always restrained, so Monica, who was a bit of a wilful fan, got even more confused.

“Ed,” she gasped, holding Adrian's head in her eyes, "tell me, Ed, are you more interested in me or in my body? ”

“To hear the truth?” Adrian raised his head and held Monica's face with a smile, "almost. ”

He paused and stared into her eyes and continued: "I told you a long time ago that men who do not want to sleep with you must not exist, how could I be the exception? But your personality was equally appealing, and at first I thought you were strong, that you wanted to prove yourself at all times, but then I realized how enthusiastic and delicate you were. And these are fascinating..."

Monica didn't blink at him either, and after a while, she finally lowered her head and bit her teeth and sighed, "Damn, why should I believe you?”

Adrian blocked her mouth with nothing to say, and Monica responded enthusiastically as she clamped his hips with her legs in the water and started swinging her hips.

“No, no, no, honey, not now.” Adrian pushed her away slightly.

“What, now you suddenly don't dare?” Monica said provocatively as the curve continued to drip down the beads.

“Don't forget, I promised you.” Adrian smiled and scraped her hands on her sexy lips, "I promised to do what I had to do, and that was my style. ”

Then, looking at the bright sky and the waves around him, he held her up and stepped on the water to the beach without answering: "Well, that's it for today's surf, and after we change our clothes we can go to Fisher Avenue for the evening. Didn't you think most of Cannes' restaurants were heavily flavoured, adding too much seasoning to their dishes? There's a light French restaurant over there where we can have dinner before we go back. ”

Monica struggled a little while being held across, but eventually sighed and leaned her head against Adrian's shoulder and was honestly held ashore like this.

“By the way," Adrian thought of something with a funny smile, "don't think I'll let you go tonight, I can't wait to taste it. ”

There was always nothing to worry about, and Adrian had used countless fantastic Monica. After hearing this, her body couldn't help but tighten and her divine color became a little overwhelmed, and Adrian, who felt her reaction, couldn't help but laugh.

As the sky slowed down and a street lamp lit, Cannes looked particularly warm in the night sky, which was not yet inky. Dressed in casual clothes, Adrian and Monica walked side by side in the street, slowly moving forward and talking. Because of the festival, there are a lot of people on the street, but most of them are tourists, and movie stars and directors are mostly concentrated on the beachfront avenue and rarely come this way.

And that's why Adrian chose to come shopping with Monica, and there's a lot of medieval architecture here. Of course, there is no need to worry about security, security has always been good in Cannes, and with the holding of another film festival, the Government is holding tight in this regard, as can be seen from time to time by the mounting police passing by.

“Here we are, right here.” Adrian stopped outside a slightly smaller restaurant with Monica, and although it looked easy to decorate, the ancient flavors were quite appealing and obviously had a lot of history.

Pushing the door in, like all French restaurants, the lights were dark and the candlestick lit and looked very quiet. The waiter quickly greeted them and led them to a double seat by the window.

“Looks like you're new here, too, huh? Are you sure this is the right flavor?” After ordering the meal, Monica frowned and asked with some smokiness that she had calmed down completely since coming out of the beach.

“How do I know if I don't try? There are things that you have to experience in person to understand.” Adrian said with a smile.

Monica flipped a white eye in anger and was about to say something, but found Adrian's eyes moving to the door. She followed and looked at the past, and two middle-aged men were walking into the restaurant one after the other.

“Here it is, Jean, the best onion soup I've ever tasted.” When a person was slightly shorter, his short hair combed upwards stood on his head like a wooden stake, and his eyebrows looked a little thick.

“Come on, last time in Lyon, you said it was the best snail you could taste, but what happened?” The tall man in the back wears round glasses, his hair is thin, and he has a bearded beard that feels just as thick. And while complaining, who can hear more is joking, the two of them together are interesting.

“That's only to say that we have different flavors, and that doesn't mean they don't taste good.” Shorty shrugged her shoulders and sat at the other table by the window, under the guidance of a waiter, right behind Adrian.

“Looks like we can get to know them.” When they had finished ordering, Adrian whispered to Monica, then smiled and blinked, then rose and turned to the two men in the mouth war.

“Hello, Luc? Mr. Besson, good to see you here.” Adrian said in French, shaking his hand with the surprised little man, and immediately turned to the tall one, "And you, Jean? Mr. Reynolds.”

“Are you?” Luc? Besson curiously measured him.

“I'm Adrian? Corwell, maybe you've heard my name...” Adrian's not finished yet, Luc? Bethon's crying out loud: “I know, you're the American kid. What did they call you? That's true, director Wonder. I went to see your vulgar novel today. It's really interesting.”

Jean Renault looked at the old man, and he shook his head helplessly, and he apologized to Adrian and said, "I'm sorry, that's what he looks like, and when it comes to excitement, it's kind of hard to hold on. ”

“It's okay, I understand. I do that sometimes.” Adrian shook his hand with a smile, then pointed to the table in front of them, "If you don't mind, we could probably put the table together. ”

“Sure, have a seat.” Besson made a gesture with a smile.

“Thank you, but...” Adrian said, lifting Monica's arm back in position: “Come along. ”

Monica didn't say anything. Stand up and sit with Adrian in Luc? Bethon and Jean? Renault, they come to this table, and they say hello with a smile: "Hello, Luc? Mr. Besson, Jean? Mr. Reynolds.”

As a European, she knows the fame of these two.

“Oh, Monica? Miss Belucci, you're so beautiful. That dance you had in" The Lowlife Novel "was so tempting.” Luc? Beson laughed and shook her hand.

“Thank you." Monica seemed stubborn and feisty.

“Of course, Colwell has an excellent grasp of black humor and violence.” Besson then turned to Adrian.

“Call me Adrian or Ed, so I can call you Luc and Jean.” Adrian said with a smile, "I know a little bit about black humor, but if you're talking about black violence, there's no better film than your Nikita last year. ”

“I'm just trying to get more different subjects, and this movie just happened by chance, and a lot of film critics don't like it either.” Despite what Besson said on his mouth, he was proud to see it.

“It doesn't matter if the film critics like it or not. The key is whether the audience likes it or not. I think Caesar Award's best actress, and Golden Globe Award's best nomination for foreign language films, are a good illustration of something.” Adrian shook his head.

The topic opened with two people talking about each other's films, and after a few sentences, both sides were surprised because they were quite familiar with each other's films. So two old friends who haven't seen each other for years talk more intensely, Monica and Jean? Renault basically didn't have much to say, Monica couldn't, and Renault didn't like to talk.

Finally, Adrian and Besson knew about restraint and soon came to the festival.

“I think The Lowlife Novel is totally qualified to take gold palms, and nobody has ever... played a movie like this," Besson said. “You did a great job, Ed. ”

“It doesn't matter if I take Gold Palm or not, I prefer to be able to communicate with other directors and actors at film festivals, maybe chatting about my sudden inspiration," Adrian's expression looks very serious, "for example, I now suddenly have an idea to invite her to a role. ”

“Me, the character?” Jean-Reno couldn't help but stand still.

“Yes, the story of a killer living in New York.” Adrian smiled slightly, the meaning of which was only clear to him.