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

"That's right." Adrian laughs and turns around and hugs Monica from the side. Monica grabs his hand and tries to push it away. The two of them are pushing in the water with a clattering sound.

Although Monica seems to be struggling, she is obviously not trying, otherwise she will not be at the mercy of Adrian. Of course, it may be because the previous swimming took a lot of energy, but if so, her personality should be to stop fighting, rather than the current type of push and bustle.

This kind of play will change sooner or later. Especially when Monica doesn't wear a swimsuit, it can be called a perfect full swing. Adler's face is not a gentleman, so it must be pasted together. However, although he finally buried himself in Monica's chest, but the bottom is just across the close, and did not enter into the inside, because Monica does not like to be here.

Another reason, of course, is that even if you avoid journalists and rent a private beach, it's hard to guarantee that no one will just bump into them and take photos. It doesn't matter if you take pictures of intimacy, but it's not good to get further pictures.

Therefore, although Adrian and Monica in the water close to kiss, but always maintain restraint, so some confused love of Monica more confused.

"Ed," she gasped, holding Adrian's head. "Tell me, ED, are you more interested in me, or more interested in my body?"

"listen to the truth?" Adrian looked up and held Monica's face with a chuckle. "It's almost the same."

After a pause, he gazed into her eyes and continued, "I said a long time ago that there is no man who doesn't want to sleep with you. How can I be an exception. But your personality is also attracted to grasp, at first I thought you were very strong, you want to prove yourself at any time, but later found out how warm and delicate you are. And these are all fascinating... "

After a long time, she finally lowered her head, gritted her teeth and sighed, "Damn it, why do I always believe what you say"

Adrian didn't say anything to stop her mouth. While she responded warmly, she put her legs around his waist in the water and began to swing her hips.

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

"Why, now I don't dare?" said Monica provocatively, with a constant dripping curve.

"Don't forget, I promised you." Adrian grinned, reached out and scratched her sexy lips. "What I promised must be done. That's my style."

Then he looked at the bright sky and the undulating waves around him. Without waiting for an answer, he picked her up horizontally and stepped on the water to walk to the beach: "well, that's all for today's surfing. After changing our clothes, we can go to Fisher Avenue and hang out until evening. Didn't you think that most Cannes restaurants have a strong taste and put too much seasoning in their dishes? There's a light French restaurant over there. We can go back after dinner there. "

Monica struggled a little while being held up, but finally sighed, put her head on Adrian's shoulder, and was honestly carried ashore.

"By the way," Adrian thought of something with a playful smile. "Don't think I'll let you go tonight. I can't wait to have a taste of it."

Monica, who has always been reckless in this kind of thing and has used countless styles with Adrian, after hearing this, her body is not tight, her look is also a little confused, and Adrian, who feels her reaction, can't help laughing.

It's getting late. Cannes is very warm in the dark blue sky with the street lamps being lit. Dressed in casual clothes, Adrian and Monica walk side by side in the street, chatting as they walk slowly. Because of the film festival, there are a lot of people on the street, but most of them are tourists. Film stars and directors are mostly concentrated on the seaside Avenue, and seldom come here.

Because of this, Adrian will choose to go shopping with Monica here, and there are many medieval style buildings here. Of course, don't worry about security. Cannes has always had a good public order. In addition to the holding of a film festival, the government has paid close attention to this aspect. Just look at the mounted police who pass by from time to time.

"Here we are, right here." Adrian and Monica stop outside a slightly smaller restaurant. Although it seems that the decoration is relatively simple, the antique flavor is attractive and has a long history.

Just like all French restaurants, the light inside is dim and the candlestick is lit with candles, which makes it very quiet. The waiter quickly came up and led them to a double seat by the window.

"It seems that you're here for the first time, are you? So sure the taste here is right?" after ordering, Monica raised her eyebrows and looked a little coquettish. She has been completely calm since she came out of the beach."How do you know if you don't try? There are some things that you have to experience yourself to understand." Adrian said with a smile and a pun.

Monica rolled her eyes angrily. She was about to say something, but Adrian's eyes moved to the door. She followed and also looked at the past, two middle-aged men are one after another into the restaurant.

"Here it is. Let's have the best onion soup 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, which was rather simple and honest.

"Come on, last time in Lyon, you said that it was the best stewed snail you had ever tasted, but what happened?" the tall man in the back, with round glasses, sparse hair and almost stubble on his cheeks, also gave people a simple and honest feeling. And although they are complaining, who can tell that it's more of a joke. It's fun for these two people to be together.

"It can only be said that our tastes are different, it doesn't mean that they are not good at cooking." The short one shrugged and, led by the waiter, sat down at another table by the window, behind Adrian.

"It looks like we can get to know them." When they're finished ordering, Adrian whispers to Monica, smiles and blinks, then gets up and turns to the two men who are fighting.

"Hello, Mr. Luc Besson. Nice to meet you here." Adrian said in French, shaking hands with the surprised short man and turning to the tall one, "and you, Mr. Jean Renault."

"Are you?" Luc Besson looked at him curiously.

"I'm Adrian Cowell. Maybe you've heard my name..." Before Adrian's introduction was finished, Luc Besson yelled out: "I know, you are the American boy. What do they call you? The wizard director is really like that. I just went to see your" vulgar novel "today, which is really very interesting"

let? Renault look at the old man, shaking his head helplessly, and then apologized to Adrian: "sorry, That's how he looks. When it comes to exciting things, he's a bit hard to control. "

"It doesn't matter. I understand. I do it sometimes." Adrian grinned, waved his hand, and pointed to the table in front of them. "We might be able to fight if we don't mind."

"No problem, please sit down." Besson made a gesture of invitation with a smile.

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

Monica stood up without saying anything, followed Adrian to the table of Luc Besson and Jean Renault, and said hello with a smile, "Hello, Mr. Luc Besson, Mr. Jean Renault."

As a European, she knew the fame of the two men.

"Oh, Miss Monica BELLUCCI, you are so beautiful. Your part of the dance in" vulgar novel "is so attractive." Luc Besson shook her hand with a smile.

"Thank you." Monica is reserved and charming.

"Of course, Cowell also excels at 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 when it comes to black violence, no movie is better than your last year's Nikita."

"I'm just trying to get more different themes, and this movie came out by accident, and a lot of critics don't like it." Although Besson said so, he could see that he was 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 best actress at the Caesar prize and the best foreign language film nomination for the golden globe have already explained something very well." Adrian shook his head.

After talking to each other, they were quite surprised by the film. As a result, the two people, like old friends whom they haven't seen for many years, have a more heated talk. Monica and Jean Renault don't cut in, while Renault doesn't like to talk a lot.

In the end, Adrian and Besson also knew how to restrain themselves, and soon brought the topic to the film festival.

"I think" vulgar novel "is fully qualified to take the palm of gold, and no one has ever done so Play the movie, "Besson said." you did a great job, ed

"It doesn't matter whether I take the palm of gold or not. I prefer to communicate with other directors and actors in the film festival. Maybe I will have inspiration when I talk about it." Adrian's expression looks very serious. "For example, I suddenly have an idea and want to invite someone to play a role."

"Me? In the role?" Jean Reno was stunned.

"Yes, the story of a killer who lives in New York." Adrian smiles, the meaning of which only he knows.

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