Someone still stabbed the media about the dinner of "French Rose" at the Silver Tower restaurant last night with a mysterious young rich man of East Asian descent. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Then, on the entertainment pages of several of the day's newspapers delivered to her suite at the Ritz, Adjani saw reports about herself.

There are no photos, but there is speculation that there is a newspaper that combines a scene that happened in Ibiza some time ago with the events of last night: it was also a group of bodyguards with many East Asian faces escorting Adjani out of the bar.

Zhang Nan doesn't care, old friends, it can't be said that he doesn't invite others to have a meal in Paris.

As for the home on Long Island, New York......

Well, I'm scum.

But Nicole and Jenny are still fans of Adjani, and it seems, maybe, maybe... Those two also had a bad idea of the French rose......

At this point, Zhang Nan feels that he is even more of a scumbag, or add 1.

As for Adjani, her character doesn't bother to care what you say in the media, as long as she is happy!

......

As soon as he returned to the hotel suite, Zhang Nan asked the guys who spent the night on the street last night to rest first.

"I'm not out of the hotel today, everyone has a good rest, and tomorrow we will go to North Africa to eat sand together. ”

Even the Chinese food is notified to the hotel to send the room, and the two of them are tired of being together, saying little love words, which is no different from a lover in love.

Oh, now the two are really lovers.

In the morning, while still in Adjani's apartment, Zhang Nan told him that he was going to Sudan tomorrow as a guest archaeologist, and the French rose was as weak as a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, and asked, "Can you take me?"

"Of course, why not?"

"And your two ladies in New York won't go mad?"

"Probably not, they want to see you......"

Adjani heard the last surprise on her face: Zhang Nan didn't say that Nicole and Jenny used to be lace, she was surprised by the strange environment in the home of the little man who would hold her.

What would happen if it was me?

Adjani couldn't figure out whether she was revealing her temper or having a psychological problem.

I knew that this little man would not be my husband, but it happened...

"By the way, Lisa, don't make literary films in the future, okay?"

"Why?"

"I'm a very domineering person, and from now on you will be mine!"

"That's not necessarily, I haven't had the idea of making a new film in the past two years, and it's hard to say if I have a good book in the future. ”

When Zhang Nan heard this, he crooked his mouth and said, "That will kill a lot of people." ”

"You're going to let your bodyguard kill someone?"

"No, I'll send my tribesmen to the director, producer, cinematographer..."

I applied for all the positions in the crew that I could think of, plus all the actors, supporting roles, and roles...

"All of them are caught in my territory in Africa, and the ten torturers of the Manchu Qing Dynasty will be served first, and then tied to the acacia tree to feed the hyenas!"

Adjani was stunned for a moment, and then asked what the "Ten Tortures of the Manchu Dynasty" was, and when Zhang Nan finished explaining, it was a bit of a hairstand!

Knowing that this is just an alternative love story between lovers, when the state of sweat and hair returns to normal, Adjani said: "You can talk about it, wait until you become the chief of a primitive tribe."

If you really can become a chief, then I promise you to listen to you in any film you take in the future. ”

"Talking counts?"

"It's puppies that don't count!"

Now Zhang Nan smiled.

You'll head back to the hotel, rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find the "cattle stick" you've brought back, as well as a few photos and a brand new Botswana passport.

Standing in front of Adjani with a scepter in hand, he handed the photo and passport forward: "Let me officially introduce myself to my other identity: Chief Alan Zhang Nan of the Tswa tribe of the Republic of Botswana, an official, non-honorary chief who has been officially canonized and crowned by the Tswa tribe and recognized by the government of Botswana."

Also, I have 500 acres of hereditary fiefdom and can marry N wives as long as I can afford to raise ......"

A coaxious self-introduction, repeating the privileges and duties of the chieftain that King Moshari had told him.

Adjani looked at the photo and passport, and then looked at the scepter that was about the same as a bull stick, and after a while, she said, "How many cows do you have?"

Right on the shot!

Zhang Nan looked embarrassed, "There are no cows, I will return the cattle given to me by other chiefs to them, and some of them will be eaten." ”

Adjani looked at Zhang Nan with a gloating face, and said, "You are a loser, what wife do you take if you don't have a cow?"

Zhang Nan had an idea, "I still have thousands of cows in Montana, and I have money." ”

"Oh, that's enough for you to get a few hundred wives, but you'll have to figure out how to transport the cattle to your African territory before you can count them, and the villagers over there don't know much about your dollars, only cows!"

Intimate jokes between relatives are healthier.

When it was almost over, Zhang Nan let the beauty sit sideways on his lap, put his face against her and asked, "How do you know about Africa?"

Adjani smiled slightly, "What, because my surname is Adjani." ”

In this environment, the brain turns a little slowly, and some things will be overlooked.

Adjani, which is a North African surname, Isabel Adjani's father's name is Mohan Mad Sharif Adjani, Algerian.

Probably this is one of the reasons why Adjani wants to go to the Sudan of North Africa with Zhang Nan: she doesn't seem to have much affection for Algeria, but she is curious about the mysterious North Africa.

Of course, the most important thing is that she found the feeling of being in love and didn't want to be separated from her lover immediately.

No one mentioned Adjani's child, Zhang Nan didn't see the child in her apartment last night, not even the maid, so she still didn't say anything at all.

The relationship between adult men and women can stop the fire as soon as the fire is burned, and it can also be like Zhang Nan and Adjani, like the coal in the furnace of a boiler, there is nothing to see on the outside, but it is full of vitality and lasts on the inside.

The two walked out of the suite early the next morning and left the hotel for the airport, surrounded by a group of bodyguards.

Through the special security lane, under the strange eyes of the airport staff, I boarded the tarmac, which was a private jet parked alone.

Adjani was already familiar with the plane, but as soon as she got on the plane, she saw two men wearing khaki desert jackets reporting to Zhang Nan.

It was a white man in his 30s who spoke: "Hello boss, Dwight Breed, acting platoon commander of the 'Joint Forces' Special Combat Platoon, and Zhang Zhenjin, deputy platoon commander, report to you! This platoon is a reinforced platoon with a total of 55 combatants.

The headquarters is fully staffed and ready to go into battle at any time, please instruct!"

As a result of the joint training between the Chinese army and the US military, even the report has a bit of a Chinese flavor.

The instructions were: go and rest.

Adjani was shocked by this report, "Are you going to war?"

"No, the task of protection, the protection of ours. ”

Today the plane was "a little crowded", and there were several heavily armed military contractors sitting in the living room, Adjani was a little uncomfortable and went to the room to rest.

I didn't sleep well last night.