Chapter 169

In the morning, I was woken up by the faint knock on the door. I vaguely refused a few words, and then I went to sleep again.

I don't know how long later, a ray of sunlight came in from the curtain gap, just fell on the head of the bed. Wave away the annoying light, suddenly remembered that this morning there are things to do, immediately lost sleep.

I felt the alarm clock on the bedside table and had a look. It's 8:50.

This alarm clock should be OK, right?

He shook it in his hand and then stuck it to his ear.

TA, Ta, ta

So he put his head back in the pillow and struggled for a little, but still had to face the reality.

Picked up the phone at the head of the bed, dialed a series of numbers, put on a pair of languid tone after connecting, claimed that he was uncomfortable, so, so, finally muddled through.

I got away from work and I was in a good mood.

I can't help thinking.

It would be better if it could go on like this all the time.

There's a chance.

It's just that what she wants is real freedom, not to be a man's secret.

He sighed in secret.

In a flash, the mood of change went down again.

Some of them dressed and washed mechanically and left the bedroom. When they went downstairs, they met the girl who liked to wear horsetail and came out of a room with a stack of papers. When they saw her, the girl politely said, "good morning, Ms. Kinsky."

Glancing at the door behind her, she nodded, "good morning, where's Jennie?"

Jennifer came up and said, "she's gone shopping. She'll be back around noon. Would you like breakfast? "

"Well, thank you."

"Come with me."

When she came downstairs and sat down in a small restaurant, Jennifer brought her a breakfast and put it in front of her. She said, "Ms. Kinsky, just leave the tableware here. You can call me if you have anything."

As she watched Jennifer leave, Natasha Kinsky picked up the cutlery and began to eat slowly. Villa seems very quiet, but she is inexplicably enjoying this feeling.

Of course.

It seems better to have a housekeeper and a maid.

That man, who can buy such a big house at will, but doesn't hire a servant, is really a strange guy.

There is also the matter of lodging.

I don't know how to let him go. Oh, trouble.

Now that I've put off my morning work, I don't have to leave in a hurry. To fill her stomach, Natasha Kinsky thought of the situation when she came downstairs, so she went to a door on the second floor and knocked with her hand.

In response, he pushed the door and went in.

A large study, more than 200 square meters, with a lot of easels in the room, so it looks like those art classrooms in the University.

Seeing her coming in, the man behind the desk who was tapping the keyboard just nodded and turned his attention to the computer screen again. She did not make a sound. She paced like a cat, enjoying the concept pictures of the film on the easel one by one.

Batman.

She knows that.

It's just that.

Burning bats, overturned heavy trucks, exploding buildings, ruins of the city Can all of these be realized in movies?

Before she knew it, she came to the opposite of his desk and took a look at the man who focused on his work. She dragged a chair, turned over and looked at him curiously for a while, and finally said, "your study is really unique."

Simon did not lift his head. He continued to type a string of words on the keyboard and said, "the advantage of money is that I want some easels, so they sent a car. This study is big enough, so they all stayed. In other words, as a festival judge, don't you have something to do? "

"I was going to take part in a premiere in the morning. When I got up late, I pushed it off."

"Next time, the organizers will definitely consider judges like you carefully."

"It doesn't matter," she said, taking a few pages from her desk and looking at them. "Is there such a good billionaire who doesn't go out to fight criminals every night?"

"In reality, probably not."

"I'm sure not. Just like Patty hurst, which we watched during the film review, the girl was kidnapped. Instead of becoming a knight errant, she was assimilated by the kidnappers. She's an adult. In contrast, I don't think a child who sees his parents killed will aspire to be a volunteer police officer unless he is not normal anymore. "

Simon looked up at the woman opposite and said, "your judgment is very accurate. I also think Gotham is a lunatic asylum, no matter Batman or clown. The difference is that Batman can't extricate himself from doing what people think is right, and clown can't extricate himself from doing what people think is wrong. "

"Oh."

Natasha Kinsky answered casually, apparently not interested in Simon's point of view. Simon didn't like it either. He continued to type characters on the keyboard.After a moment's silence, Natasha Kinsky looked at the man across the desk and suddenly said, "what about you? What kind of person are you, westero? I heard you broke five people's legs

"Self defense."

"I didn't ask that."

"I refuse to answer that question."

"Well," Natasha Kinsky said, still looking at Simon, "well, what do you think I am?"

"Is there a reward for the right answer?"

"Wrong answer, you lend me here."

Simon glanced at Natasha Kinski's beautiful face at the peak of a woman's beauty and said casually, "you are a person who lacks a sense of security."

"Well."

"Because of the lack of security, you like men older than you. You want to be dependent, but you want to be independent, and you're afraid to be dependent. "

Natasha Kinsky's eyes stopped for a moment, and then she said, "what else?"

"You want to be noticed, but you don't feel like you care. Therefore, if you really become the focus of attention, you will become very anxious and often make some inappropriate actions. So in the eyes of many people, your temper seems a little lonely and eccentric. "

Natasha Kinsky stares at Simon and stops talking.

Simon did not stop and continued: "this is actually a tendency of self destruction. Maybe it is the experience of childhood. You feel that you are an unfortunate person. You feel that the whole world is not worth cherishing, even if it is destroyed. You are too small to destroy the world, you can only destroy yourself. If I'm right, you like to steal. Even after you become famous, you still don't get rid of this habit. "

Feeling Simon's bantering smile, Natasha Kinski pursed her lips, took out the pen from her trouser pocket and threw it in front of Simon: "OK, I'm caught by you. What are you going to do?"

"Well, your technique is good. I just guessed, but I didn't catch it," Simon said with a smile, pushing the pen back. "You can take it if you like. I seldom use a pen."

Natasha Kinsky picked up the pen and threw it directly at Simon. She was a little annoyed and said, "westero, you're such a jerk."

Simon caught the pen and said, "Ms. Kinsky, maybe it's time for you to leave. I'll send you back."

Natasha Kinsky sat still, still staring at Simon, and said, "you've all guessed right, so what reward do you want? Do you want me to go to bed with you?"

"Unfortunately, I'm not interested in a woman who's in a state of self destruction."

"Oh, really not interested?"

Natasha Kinsky said, rising to unbutton her shirt.

Seeing this, Simon calmly saved the manuscript he had just written and turned off the computer.

And then run away.

A mad woman can't be provoked.

Who knows if they will bite at the critical moment.