King of Hollywood

Chapter 172: What could be more refreshing than this?

“… just as at the first moment of the break-up between her and her husband, Fronsky read the letter and unwittingly sank into a natural feeling that arose from his own relationship with the insulted husband in his heart.” The afternoon's blazing sun covered the balcony with a golden glow, while the cool yin shadows stopped reading.

Sophie Marzo lifted her arms over her forehead, looked up at the edge of her umbrella to the sky, which was still blue, and sighed in a haunted sigh. After a few minutes of this, she picked up the book in her hand, but it was not read again this time. This French version of Anna? Karenina has been read by her countless times, and she is quite familiar with the direction of the plot, and many times she will take it and adapt the script to compare the analysis, plus Angel, the director who has set it up? Vika also had a few jiāo runs, and she was confident to perform that kind of rhyme. [Search latest updates all over]

“This corner sè is a test for you, because after all, unlike the Russian nv, you have to be ‘divine’. Do you know what this Chinese word means? That is, giving the audience something that obviously doesn't look like much, but that's exactly the same inside.” The phrase suddenly sounded in Sophie's ear again.

Is that why you're working so hard? She asked herself that in her heart. Then a feeling of irritability came up, and suddenly she lost interest in continuing reading.

Pfft, throw the novel on the small round table next to it, Sophie stood up and walked around the balcony stuffy, then looked up in the direction of the English Channel. That guy's still in London, right?

How the hell did I end up like this? Sophie returned to the house and poured herself a glass of wine and sighed so much after another sip. Since Adrian's departure on that day, she hasn't been in touch with her for almost two weeks, the only time she saw him, or was at the live Princess Diana's funeral, which suddenly made her feel uncomfortable.

You know, in the past, every other couple of days, he would either call or send a letter. Not too much to say, phone calls and letters are just words, Sophie chooses to do a few things most of the time, but now it suddenly disappears but it makes people uncomfortable.

Well, it's still coming to the movie, and if it gets good reviews, it opens up in Hollywood... damn it, if that's him again.

Sophie's sullen spinning of the glass in her hand made her melancholy temperament seem luscious, coupled with the gorgeous appearance of a light bite in her teeth, so that everyone who saw her couldn't help but want to hold her in their arms for care.

At that point, the mén bell rang and Sophie, in contemplation, was woken up, and she walked a little blindly to the stairs to look at the mén mouth. Remember to let the broker push off all these days' invitations, she just wanted to rest at home for two or three days, and this is her other little villa, not many people know, who will come to her?

With doubt, Sophie came to mén's mouth, caught sight of the cat, suddenly shouted, then grabbed her hair in panic and pulled her clothes without knowing what to do.

God, what's he doing here? Shouldn't he be in London? Sophie was depressed to think that at the moment she was loosing her hair and wearing a big féi shirt and a short ku, which was not a very good image.

When the mén bell rang for the second time, Sophie suddenly calmed down again, and suddenly she panicked and suddenly went away. She set her eyes on mén for seconds, and then trimmed her hair slightly, then opened the mén and held her arms to the man outside lu's cold face: “What are you doing here? ”

“Thank God I thought you weren't home.” Adrian lu looks relieved, “it's good to see you, Sophie. ”

After that, as if she hadn't seen her cold face, she pushed the house mén away completely into the house, making the beautiful nv man angry for a while.

“I'm asking you a question, Ed," Sophie said, turning off mén.

“You look... remarkable.” You're welcome to sit on the sofa. Adrian reaches out in the air to her figure more than he gestures, "casual, relaxed, lazy and attractive. ”

“Really?” Sophie laughed when she heard the compliment, but quickly reacted with some annoying stamps: “Ed.”

“What's the matter?” Adrian shrugged, "can't I come to Paris to see you because I miss you? ”

“Hmm...” Sophie hated after a short time without words. “How much did you pay for my agent? ”

“Without the huā money, I just told Dominic in all sincerity that I wanted to see you and he gave me the address.” Adrian had his hands full.

How could Sophie believe that? She knows a lot of Frenchmen are against her going to Hollywood, Dominic. Bethhad has also repeatedly persuaded her to take some French or European films to change this tendency, but Adrian has suggested that she focus entirely on Hollywood.

“You have that potential, the potential to make everyone stop admiring your looks and body, but for your acting, and you just haven't met anyone who can unlock that potential.” That's what he said.

Of course, Sophie is equally aware that each of them had their own thoughts, and if they didn't understand the concern 10 years ago, she wouldn't be able to see it after 10 years of being awakened from the sickness of love.

Dominic is her broker and her income is naturally linked to her work, but he doesn't know anything about Hollywood. He handled Brave Hearts before, but he was taken over by an American broker recommended by Adrian from The British Patient, and if Sophie shifted her focus to Hollywood... as for Adrian, his mind doesn't have to say.

“What can I get you? Coffee or black tea?” Sophie, who gave up fighting with him, turned and walked to the kitchen.

“Of course you made your own coffee.” Adrian said with a bit of a hippie smile, of course, he had to attract Sophie with a white eye.

sè Ghost Sophie grinds her teeth and grinds the coffee beans, gripping the handle and turning fast, as if it was Adrian's thing, she couldn't help but pull it off. But when she really started to think back, she couldn't help but sigh.

At first, she did have the idea of taking his abilities to the next level, but this guy chose not to play cards as usual and started wanton lightness and aggression after gaining her trust with his tongue like a spring.

Sophie still remembers what happened in the huā garden that day, especially as she listened to the loud groaning yin of the male nv outside the bush and was covered in her mouth into the deepest scene, and every time she remembered under each si, the feeling of stabbing ji made her unconsciously rub the double tui.

Well, he's talented, charming, he understands the minds of nv people, he always talks about what she wants to hear, and they have things in common in many places, and when she lies in his arms, that sense of security is very comforting. He took care of that man for almost 10 years. Why couldn't he find a man to take care of himself? If... if he wasn't confused with so many nv people, he even had a child with one of them...

“What's the matter?” Adrian, tasting coffee, suddenly asked.

“What's wrong?” When Sophieton curled up on the couch with a single handkerchief, he returned to his senses.

“How did you suddenly feel... sad?” Adrian said seriously.

Sophie couldn't help but stunned for a moment before lu laughed bitterly, shook her head but didn't speak.

“It's best to say something unhappy. If someone helps you share some, your unhappiness will be much reduced.” Adrian held her hand and looked at her big brown sè eyes and said softly.

“Thanks, Ed,” Sophie laughed, "it's nothing. ”

“Looks like I'm being too polite," Adrian said all of a sudden. "Actually, I mean, you have something unhappy to say that makes me happy. ”

“Ed” Sophie screamed immediately, lifting the seat cushion and smashing it over.

Adrian adjusted the atmosphere in the room to become lively, a man and nv started chatting again after a fight, like before, the topic changed fairly quickly, laughing and arguing, and appeared quite harmonious.

Jesus Christ, it's getting dark soon. Are we done here, Victor? After Hugo's Misery World, Adrian looked at the time and reached out to Sophie, “Can I have dinner with you, Sophie? ”

“Well...” Sophie hesitated, "Forget it, Ed, I...”

“I insist.” Adrian doesn't give her a chance to talk.

Sophie frowned, but quickly rubbed it off again, sighing: "Okay, I promise you. ”

After she got up and went into the room to get dressed, Huā took almost an hour to complete, she changed a simple goose and yellow sè dress, her hair hanging smoothly on her shoulders, her face was thin and she looked particularly fresh.

“Whatever you wear is so beautiful, Sophie.” Adrian exclaimed in admiration.

Sophie shrugged her shoulders: "So where are we going? ”

“The car has been waiting for mén, you'll know when you get there.” Adrian smiled a little and added: “Let's get another coat, we'll be a little cold where we're going. ”

Sophie did what he said, despite feeling suspicious about Huo. After coming out, it was dark and the lights of the city lit early, a flame of fire. There's a car parked outside the villa. Is that Rawls from Black sè? The Royce Silver Spike, even if it's not longer, is a top-of-the-line sedan.

“Can you put this on?” After she got in the car with curiosity, Adrian took out a black sè cloth belt and looked at her with a smile.

“What exactly do you want to do?” Sophie looked at him with some vigilance.

“This is a surprise, and I hope to unravel it at the last minute.” Adrian smiled and put it in her ear: "Don't worry, I won't do that again. ”

Sophie's face suddenly blushed and glanced at him. Adrian came to Paris once to see her, and they did it warmly in the living room *, and he lived in her eyes before she could spare the fabric méng, and then he lifted her from the back and deceived her into saying that he had held her in front of a window facing the street, wondering how big the sting was on her. Sophie ended up angry for days, and Adrian quenched her for a while.

“Sophie, trust me, okay?” Adrian said in a sincere tone.

After hesitating, Sophie bit her teeth and finally picked them up, holding her own eyes. The car started immediately, and there was no huā on the way, but Adrian kept holding her hand. After about 20 minutes of huā, the car finally stopped, and with Adrian's help, Sophie got out of the car and walked a long way into the elevator.

It has to be said that Adrian is still very considerate and always whispers in her ear to remind her of the road. Just walking all the way up, Sophie's suspicion of huo only increased, they should be in the elevator by now, but what elevator will go up for a few minutes before they reach their head? And her high heels just jingled on the ground, seemingly banging on steel?

Just as she guessed Huluàn, the black cloth on méng's eyes suddenly came off. Though the light was not so intense here, Sophie subconsciously squinted her eyes, she quickly saw the surrounding view sè and then grew up uncontrollably with her mouth.

They are now at least 800 feet in height, surrounded by steel, standing in front of the railings, completely overlooking the lit city of Paris, as if it were a giant map, with streets and alleys drawing numerous narrow lines in the lights, and if she remembers correctly, this should be...

“Welcome to the Eiffel Tower, Sophie? Marcel nv.” A shi man came over and smiled and owed her.

“This... this...” Sophie stuttered, I couldn't speak at all.

“Come on, my beautiful nv.” Adrian held her hand and walked towards the fence to which she was attached, where a round table had been placed, several candles burned in olive-shaped glass bottles, softly glowing, chā in the middle huā bottle with a rose of delicacies yàn, except that the shi man was already not far away a musician was pulling a song at night, there was nobody around him, everything was as if méng had a layer of fog on it as if it were an làng cartoonist.

Until she sat at the round table, Sophie was still dreaming, until the bread basket was put down and Shi put the recipe in front of her and she woke up.

“I'm not dreaming about it.” Sophie asked with a blink of her eyes, but the occasional whistling wind in her ear told her that it was true.

“Let's order first.” Adrian opened the recipe with a smile.

How come there aren't enough foie gras and snails for a big French meal? Cooked by the top chef, the food is particularly delicious, along with the music and this special setting, making this làng dinner almost uncomfortable for Sophie.

Like many people, after dinner, I deliberately invited the chef to come up in the elevator and met him. After a few chills and a few minutes of rest, Adrian owed Sophie: "Can I ask you to dance? ”

Sophie's face was red with a faint smile and she didn't hesitate to reach out. Adrian played a loud finger, and the rested musicians pulled up a happy round dance, and the two of them hugged each other, dancing in wonderful music and in the roaring wind, and Sophie was very happy to hear it from time to time.

“Oh, Ed, oh, Ed...” At the end of the song, Sophie was lying on Adrian's back, mumbling at each other's names, all drunk in her eyes.

It took so long for her to really get up, and look back, nobody was here anymore, Adrian didn't know when to let the musicians and shi go down, and if it wasn't for the small round table, the candles in the glass bottle would still burn, and she might think it was a dream.

“How did you do that?” Sophie couldn't help but ask, although she guessed some, “You know this time...”

“Well, it does take a lot of work and a lot of people to wrap up the third floor of the observation deck, but... it's all worth it, especially when that sad god sè doesn't show up on your face anymore.” Adrian said, fingering gently across her face.

Sophie fixed her eyes on him. Something was spinning in her eyes. Although Adrian was understated, she also knew that it would not be that easy, especially the last sentence...

The next second, she suddenly wěn lived Adrian's mouth and desperately shun sucked it up. Adrian did not hesitate to taste her tongue, and her hands began to swim up and down her body. They leaned against the fence and hung on to each other with their chun tongues until Adrian picked up Sophie's dress.

“Ed... Ed... wait...” When his hand slipped inside the big tui, she realized that, unfortunately, under his comfort, she couldn't resist.

“It's okay, if I don't call them, they won't come.” Adrian speeded up his attack as he spoke.

“But... but...” Sophie wanted to struggle again.

“Look, Sophie, look at this beautiful Parisian night view, look at the river beneath the car," Adrian grabbed her jing ear beads gently in her ear, "what could be more stabbing than that? ”

“Oh... you hun egg... you fucking hun egg...” Sophie mumbled, turning her head exhortatively, even if she couldn't hear the sound, she could see the countless lights, and then raised her head to look at the pitch-black sky, her eyes closed in the whistling wind, from slight resistance to complete accommodation.

Then, Sophie was held up, wěn went in with her Adrian unnecessarily, and the fallen bottom ku hung under the high heels and began to shake dàng with the rhythm.