King of Hollywood

Almost a week after Diana's death, the royal family finally succumbed to the masses and held a solemn funeral at Westminster Cathedral. Of course, given Diana's divorce from Charles at this time and the mere retention of the title of Princess of Wales, only some members of the royal family, such as Elizabeth II and her husband, Prince Philip, attended the funeral and, of course, Charles was accompanied by two young princes, and the political dignitaries of other countries were largely attended by women, such as Clinton's wife, Hillary, or President Hillack's wife, Bernadette, among others.

More are the celebrities of charities, sports and the entertainment industry, not to mention those in England, Elton John singing the adapted Candles in the Wind, Pavarotti coming from Italy, and, on the American side, Steven Spielberg, Mr. and Mrs. Tom Hanks and Mr. and Mrs. Tom Cruise. Adrian, the most illustrious miracle director of all these years, is also the chairman of the Emerging Media Group and is in the UK, so she was invited even if she hadn't dealt with Diana.

The funeral was solemn and serious, and everything went well except for Diana's brother, who made a slightly inappropriate speech, who clearly pointed his spear at the royal family. Then Diana's spiritual pivot, escorted by the Royal Guard and the Welsh Guard, went to the Kensington Palace, where she lived before she was buried, under the watchful eye of people coming from all over England, and Charles, along with the two little princes and hundreds of charity workers, would follow along the way behind the hearse.

“What a pity an angel left us.” Spielberg sighed in the Louis Hall at the Conote Hotel.

With so many celebrities coming to London, such wine would naturally be indispensable, and Adrian was invited with them on a visit to the Pilburghs and Hanks, even if he wanted to escape, not to mention he didn't intend to escape, so he came with them. There are a lot of people out there, and not just Americans, at least Pavarotti is talking to someone not far away, and Luc Besson is laughing on the other side.

“Yeah, things are always so volatile, may God bless her soul.” Hanks nodded immediately.

“May God bless her soul,” Adrian said with a word of peace and then shifted the subject, "Well, while the tragic death of Princess Diana is indeed a sad thing, can we talk about something else? ”

“Sure, but what are you going to talk about? British director?” Spielberg asked jokingly.

“Oh, shit, Steven, when did you start reading tabloids?” Adrian settled in with a white eye, causing Spielberg and Hanks to laugh for a while.

After Sun vowed that he was a British director, a lot of people, Charlize and Gwyneth and Blanchett and even Natalie from the Atlantic, laughed on the phone and asked him how it felt to be a British director, not to mention Claude and others. If it's just a fling, but the problem is that a lot of people still believe it's true, and just the day before, when I got back to the hotel, a waiter was excited to tell him that it was great to have a director and producer like him in the UK.

Adrian couldn't help but laugh. If he didn't look extremely serious and not fake, he would have to be ironic. Is this going to happen, is it British vanity? Or is the media too powerful to communicate? Or both? He was too lazy to pursue, just wondering if he wanted to say hello to Murdoch.

Of course, the idea was thrown out after only two turns. These are trivial things to say, and a little bit of a brain would know that a chairman of a group company in the United States could not be British anyway, and the puppies were far from touching his bottom line and owed Murdoch a favor for such a thing, which is really out of line.

“It is indeed the story of Elizabeth I, and indeed Shakespeare, but it is only one story, and the other story tells the story directly of Elizabeth I, and has absolutely nothing to do with Shakespeare.” That's what Adrian said when he talked about the new movie he's currently making.

“Wait, are you trying to say that you're making two films at the same time?” The new recruit, Luc Besson, couldn't help but interrupt.

“Exactly.” Adrian punched a ringing finger.

“My God, this...” Besson exclaimed, and Spielberg and Hanks couldn't help but open their eyes in amazement.

“What's the problem? It's all Elizabeth I stories anyway, the most important scenes and costumes can be shared, why can't they be used?” Adrian smiled and opened his hand.

“Nobody dares to do this except you, you're a workaholic.” Besson opened his mouth and shut it, and finally said something like that.

“It's not just that," Spielberg interjected, "and as far as I know, he has a finished film in the late stages of production, and with this, he's made three films this year, and you're right and wrong, Luc, Ed's a workaholic, but he's also an unprecedented workaholic. ”

He pushed his glasses and looked at Adrian with curiosity.

“And he was always on dry time, and when we worked together, he just had to wave a whip behind the actor and shout 'fast’.” Hanks joined in, and deliberately used an outrageous tone, as if he was complaining about something.

“Looks like I should do a test to see if I've been turned into a robot by aliens and then penetrated inside humans to steal all sorts of information.” Adrian shrugged her shoulders and the helpless look made the three of them laugh again.

After a few more casual conversations, Adrian finally waited for the chance to leave, and unexpectedly, he got a surprise from Hanks and Spielberg.

“There's an interesting movie script, I don't know if you'd be interested, Ed.” Hanks said so to him.

“Really? Tell me.” Someone has said this to Adrian before, but he basically refuses, although he knows his memory is strong, he inevitably ignores some good scripts, but also gets tired after listening to a lot of ideas that don't require much attention. But since Fairy A was brought up by Hanks, and Spielberg gave it to him, it would be nice to hear it.

“You know, the year before, I had a great movie, Apollo 13, and the writer William and I were friends, and we talked about what it would be like if a person lived on an uninhabited desert island a few years later, when we talked about a lot of things, very enthusiastically. And then I forgot about it, but he didn't. I recently wrote a script about it after going through a lot of information. It's very tense and very novel. I thought you might want to see it?” Hanks said as briefly as possible.

“Really?” Adrian picked the eyebrows, survived on a deserted island, and it had to do with Hanks, Spielberg, what the film was all about.

“Well, if you can, why don't you give me the script first?” Adrian said that, and looked at Spielberg, "I believe Steven's eyes. ”

“Hey, I didn't say anything.” Spielberg quickly clarified.

“You didn't say anything. You put everything you wanted on your face.” Adrian Haha laughed.

He went straight to the other side after he made an appointment with Hanks. They probably want him to be the star of the film, don't they? The movie does have good commercial and artistic places. It's not a big deal to let him handle the mirror. It's just that his itinerary is almost full and I'm afraid he won't be able to squeeze out much time. Let's take a look at the script before we say that we can't let others guide us, and the dream factory will certainly not refuse to invest in him.

Soon after arriving on the balcony, these thoughts were placed outside Adrian's head, watching the shadows just standing in front of the semi-circular railing, smiling slightly, and he held each other's slim waist a few steps forward.

“You…” the woman was struggling and softened again when she saw who it was.

“What's wrong with me, Nicole?” Adrian asked softly, slightly lifting her chin and looking down at her.

“No... nothing.” Nicole Kidman turned around and didn't want to look at him while trying to open his hand on his waist, "please note, this is a public place. ”

“Don't worry, I watched dear Tommy walk out, and I'm sure he won't be back for at least half an hour.” Adrian frowned.

“You...” Nicole raised her head violently to look at her anger, but she opened up and defeated him in his eyes, just repeating: “This is a public place...”

As soon as the voice went down, Adrian pulled into the corner of the balcony and stuck his gaze on the door, where he couldn't see them. Nicole twisted her body instantly and tried to struggle, dealing with Adrian several times, and she knew exactly what this damned man would do. If not, she pushed it twice and the sensation from her chest softened her.

Although she attended the Queen's funeral during the day, she did not have to dress so softly in the evening, she added a small vest to the skinny shoulder dress, so Adrian easily reached under her armpit into her clothes and grabbed the sensitive tapestry.

“It's a real nostalgia that after so long, I was finally able to hold it in my hand again.” Adrian said in an emotional tone.

“Stop, you bastard..." Nicole quickly stained a thin red spot on her face, biting her teeth and looking at Adrian with a strange look in her eyes.

“What if I don't stop?” With that already reactive grain, Adrian asked softly, his other hand sliding down her waist, sliding over her hips, sliding over her thighs, then picking up the skirt and slowly sliding up from the inside against her skin.

“Then I'll call someone.” Under his lightness, Nicole, whose breathing had become impatient, said hard.

“Ha, are you really going to do that?” Adrian unnecessarily stepped up his hand.

“Why, why do you always do this to me.” Nicole was running her butt off and tried to dodge the hand under her skirt, hitting him several times.

“Who makes you so charming, as long as I see you, I want to do it.” Adrian smiled softly, but suddenly stopped, "looks like the rumor is true. ”

“You... what are you talking about?” Nicole's body suddenly gets a little stiff.

“What else could it be, the Cold War and separation?” He said softly, "To date, she hasn't mentioned him at all. ”

Silence.

“Let go of me, you bastard," Nicole exclaimed, suddenly angry. Though her voice was still low and the people inside didn't hear her, she could hear her anger from her tone. At the same time, Nicole did not know where she had created a strong force to earn Adrian's arms, walked a few steps, and turned her head to scatter her hair and stared angrily at him.

Adrian raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, but said nothing more and did nothing more.

“You bastard, it's all because of you," she whispered, holding her chest, panting and biting her teeth, grieving and unhappy.

Adrian still hasn't spoken, just watched her quietly. Nicole took a few more big breaths before slowly controlling her emotions. She reached out and tidied her hair and clothes before opening her mouth again: "Perhaps we should take a moment to talk privately. ”

“No problem, I've had a few days...” Adrian's words interrupted the exit.

“Not this time of year, I need time to think about it, until you get back to LA.” Nicole spoke very bluntly, judging by the excitement.

“No problem. I'll call you then.” Adrian nodded and then saw her walk out of the balcony.

Interesting. Adrianmo looked at the distant scenery with her chin, and the London Tower Bridge was hidden in a glorious light. Why is it that Nicole has never been as special and largely out of his control as she was today, even though several times before * * Nicole would have been unexpected?

Close your eyes and carefully recall what just happened, then recall the previous times, a smile appearing in Adrian's mouth corner. Well, I guess I get it. I can be sure that she does have some real feelings in those words, but it's also very limited. Otherwise, she won't adjust so quickly. This is a great opportunity, no wonder...

“Very well, I look forward to talking to you, Nicole.” Adrian turned his head and said softly to the view in the lobby, making a fist grip with his right hand.

As Diana's funeral came to an end, the media commemorated several more days in a row, basically squeezing out the value she was temporarily able to squeeze, and then turning her attention to other areas, first and foremost to Adrian and his new film.

As a result, there are many more paparazzi near the studio and outside the hotel, who seize every opportunity they can to get some news from Adrian, and there are even reports that someone wants to buy a waiter from the hotel and hide in their room to take a photo. Of course, this is ridiculous, and if the Brown Hotel in Adrian sends this message, it's like smashing your own sign.

Nor can we blame the journalists for being so enthusiastic. The matter of Dai Fei has come to an end, and the Titanic, although the heat has decreased, still holds its place. It is also a topic of public interest. Plus, Adrian has never lacked a topic. At present, she is making a new film in London. If she is not looking for him, who will she look for?

Adrian remains an uncooperative attitude, and even if he does not hide his whereabouts as perfectly as he did in the previous days because of the increase in the number of paparazzi, he still does not answer any of the invitations to ask questions, but simply leaves the crew spokesperson with regular, non-nutritious content. And when faced with a reporter, he always had a faint smile, even if the reporter wanted to write about his anger or something.

But that doesn't mean they didn't do it. Although the pseudo-proposition that miracle directors are British directors has been debated for a few days, and many believe it, there are likewise many people who have lost interest, so the media quickly focused on other aspects. Large media outlets such as The Times are trying to put together what stories he might be filming, and based on the current clues, this is not the kind of groundless guessing that the spokesperson for the crew, though useless, can see more or less from it, especially journalists who are good at it.

At the same time, linking Adrian's works, not even "Brave Heart", to the still popular "Titanic" attracted a lot of attention, newspaper sales declined due to the end of the funeral, but within acceptable limits and so on. In this regard, however, the magazine is not comparable to the tabloids. After retaining the topic of "British director”, Sun News began to approach the scandal as usual. After all, there were two miracle women here, one of whom was also the star of the Titanic. Although no photograph of their intimacy had been taken, no one had, in fact, taken it so far - or perhaps dare not, who knows - without preventing them from associating themselves on it, so the sales fell even smaller, almost negligible.

Unfortunately, by the way they report it, Adrian is still doing the job in an orderly fashion. He has already been through too much, and Britain is only an upgrade. Besides, he is different now than he was before, so as not to change everything.