King of Hollywood

"Damn it, that's your ultimate goal," Monica shouted angrily.

"Guess right." Adrian laughed and turned around, hugged Monica from the side, and Monica grabbed his hand and tried to push it away. The sound of clattering continued.

Although Monica seemed to be struggling, she obviously didn't use any effort, otherwise she wouldn't be at the mercy of Adrian. Of course, it may also be because of the exhaustion of the previous swimming, but if this is the case, with her character, she should stop resisting, not the current physical push and shove.

This kind of playfulness will change sooner or later, especially when Monica is not wearing a swimsuit, she is perfectly plump and fluffing around, and Ade's face is not a gentleman, so naturally they have to stick together. However, although he buried his head on Monica's chest in the end, the bottom was only close to him, and he didn't go inside, because Monica didn't like being here.

Of course, another reason is that even if you avoid reporters and rent a private beach, there is no guarantee that someone will bump into it and take a sneak shot. It's okay to get intimate pictures, but it's not so good to get further pictures.

So although Adrian and Monica hugged and kissed in the water, they always maintained restraint, so Monica, who was a little confused, became even more confused.

"Ed," she gasped and hugged Adrian's head with half-closed eyes, "Tell me, Ed, are you more interested in me, or in my body?"

"You want to tell the truth?" Adrian raised his head and held Monica's face with a chuckle, "It's almost the same."

He paused for a while, then stared into her eyes and continued: "I said a long time ago that there are definitely no men who don't want to sleep with you, and how can I be an exception. But your character is also attractive, and finally At first I thought you were very strong, and you wanted to prove yourself at any time, but later I realized how passionate and delicate you are. And these are all fascinating..."

Monica also stared at him without blinking. After a long time, she finally lowered her head and gritted her teeth and sighed: "Damn it, why do I always have to believe what you say?"

Adrian blocked her mouth without saying anything, Monica responded enthusiastically while clamping his waist with her legs in the water, and then began to swing her hips.

"No, no, dear, not now." Adrian then pushed her away slightly.

"Why, suddenly you don't dare now?" Monica said provocatively with her curves dripping water.

"Don't forget, I promised you." Adrian smiled and stretched out his hand to scratch her sexy lips. "What you promise must be done. This is my style."

Then he looked at the fairly bright sky and the undulating waves around him, before he could answer, he hugged her horizontally, stepped on the water and walked towards the beach: "Okay, let's stop here for today's surfing. After getting dressed, we can go shopping on Fisher Avenue until the evening. Didn’t you think that most of the restaurants in Cannes are too heavy and add too much seasoning to the dishes? There happens to be a light French restaurant over there, and we can go there Go back after dinner."

Monica struggled a little when she was picked up horizontally, but in the end she sighed softly, leaned her head on Adrian's shoulder, and was honestly carried ashore like this.

"By the way," Adrian smiled playfully when he thought of something again, "Don't think I'll let you go tonight, I can't wait to taste the taste there."

Monica, who has always had no scruples about this kind of thing, and has used countless tricks with Adrian, felt her body tense up when she heard this, and her expression became a little overwhelmed, and she felt her reaction Adrian couldn't help laughing.

The sky is gradually getting late, and with the street lamps being lit, Cannes looks particularly warm in the still dark blue night sky. Adrian and Monica, who changed into casual clothes and dressed up a little, walked side by side on the street, chatting about topics while walking slowly. Because of the film festival, there are many people coming and going on the street, but most of them are tourists. Movie stars and directors are mostly concentrated on the seaside boulevard, and they rarely come here.

Because of this, Adrian would choose to go shopping here with Monica, and there are many medieval-style buildings here. Of course, there is no need to worry about security issues. Cannes has always had good law and order. In addition to holding a film festival, the government is very strict about this aspect. Just look at the mounted police who pass by from time to time.

"Here, it's here." Adrian took Monica and stopped outside a small restaurant. Although it looked relatively simple in decoration, the antique flavor was quite attractive, and it obviously had a different flavor. little history.

Pushing the door and entering, like all French restaurants, the light inside is dim, and candles are lit on the candlesticks, making it very quiet. The waiter quickly greeted them and led the two to a double seat by the window.

"It seems that you are here for the first time too, right? Are you sure the taste here is right?" After ordering the meal, Monica raised her eyebrows and asked in a charming way. She has completely calmed down since she came out of the beach. down.

"How do you know if you don't try it? Some things can only be understood by experiencing it yourself." Adrian said with a pun with a smile.

Monica rolled her eyes angrily, and was about to say something, but found Adrian's eyes moved to the door. She followed and looked over, two middle-aged men were walking into the restaurant one after the other.

"This is it, Jean, the onion soup here is the best I've ever tasted." At first, a man was a little short, with short hair combed up standing on his head like a stake, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Simple and honest.

"Come on, when you were in Lyon last time, you also said that it was the best snail stew you had ever tasted, but what happened?" The tall man in the back wore round glasses, thinning hair, and similar cheekbones. Stubble also gives people a simple and honest feeling. And even though they were complaining, who could tell that it was more of a joke. It was quite interesting for these two people to be together.

"That can only mean that our tastes are different, but it doesn't mean that what they cook is not delicious." The short man shrugged, and was led by the waiter to sit in front of another table by the window, just behind Adrian .

"It looks like we can get to know them." After they finished ordering, Adrian whispered to Monica, then smiled and blinked, then got up and turned to the two who were arguing.

"Hello, Mr. Luc Besson, nice to meet you here." Adrian said in French, after shaking hands with the surprised short man, he immediately turned to the tall one, "And you, let ?Mr. Renault."

"Who are you?" Luc Besson looked at him curiously.

"I'm Adrian Kewell, maybe you've heard my name..." Before Adrian finished his introduction, Luc Besson yelled loudly: "I see, you are That American kid, what do they call you? Wizards director indeed, I just saw your "Pulp Fiction" today, it's really interesting"

Jean Renault looked at the old man, shook his head helplessly, and said apologetically to Adrian: "I'm sorry, that's how he is. When it comes to exciting things, he can't hold back."

"It's okay, I understand, sometimes I do that too." Adrian smiled and waved his hand, then pointed to the table in front of them, "If you don't mind, maybe we can share the table."

"Of course no problem, please sit down." Besson smiled and made a gesture of invitation.

"Thank you, but..." Adrian said, returning to his original position and taking Monica's arm: "Let's come together."

Monica stood up without saying anything, and sat down with Adrian at the table of Luc Besson and Jean Reno, and then greeted them with a smile: "How are you, Luc? Monsieur Besson, Monsieur Jean Reno."

As a European, she knew the fame of these two people.

"Oh, Ms. Monica Bellucci, you are so beautiful. Your dance in "Pulp Fiction" was so tempting." Luc Besson smiled and shook hands with her.

"Thank you." Monica looked reserved and charming.

"Of course, Kewell also has a good grasp of dark humor and violence." Besson then turned to Adrian.

"Call me Adrian or Ed, so I can also call you Luc and Jean." Adrian said with a smile, "If you want to talk about black humor, I understand a little bit, but when it comes to black violence , there isn’t a movie you did better than last year’s Nikita.”

"I just tried more different themes. This movie appeared by accident, and many film critics didn't like it." Although Besson said so, he still looked very proud.

"It doesn't matter whether the critics like it or not. The key is whether the audience likes it or not. I think the nominations for the Best Actress at the Caesar Awards and the Best Foreign Language Film at the Golden Globe Awards have already explained something well." Adrian shook his head and said.

The topic was opened, and the two talked about each other's movies. After talking for a few words, both sides were surprised because they were quite familiar with each other's movies. As a result, the two chatted more enthusiastically like old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years. Monica and Jean Renault next to them basically didn't intervene.

Finally, Adrian and Besson knew how to restrain themselves, and quickly brought up the topic of the film festival.

"I think Pulp Fiction deserves the Palme d'Or, no one has ever played a movie like this," Besson said. "You did a great job, Ed."

"It doesn't matter whether I win the Palme d'Or or not. I prefer to communicate with other directors and actors at the film festival. Maybe I will suddenly get inspired when we chat." Adrian looked very serious, "For example ,I suddenly have an idea now, I want to invite Jean to play a role."

"I? Acting in a role?" Jean Renault couldn't help being taken aback.

"Yes, the story of a killer living in New York." Adrian smiled slightly, and only he himself knew the meaning.