Tang En has participated in many drinking parties, but this is the first time he has participated in this kind of open-air beach drinking party.

The sea breeze, the music, the clear waves, the sweet red wine, the passionate girl......

I have to say that the literary and artistic style of the French is eye-opening.

Don saw Natalie from afar, she was chatting with Luc Besson cordially, laughing all the time, looking very happy.

Director Sam Mendes, who has just won the Palme d'Or, is undoubtedly the protagonist of the reception.

Two months ago, he had just won the Oscar for Best Director and Best Picture, and two months later, he won the Palme d'Or.

The celebration reception is different from the awards ceremony, there are many beautiful and enthusiastic French girls on the scene, and I don't know what the relationship is dragging and for what purpose, they compete for beauty at the reception, which seems to overwhelm Nicole Kidman and Natalie Portman, the two best actresses.

Don wasn't interested in the girls who were scratching their heads.

It's not that they're not beautiful enough, it's that they're really not famous, and Don doesn't know them.

Women, in addition to being young and beautiful, are more attractive because of their identity.

For example, the famous French goddess - Sophie Marceau.

In the past few years, she has made several movies in Hollywood, and she has also served as the heroine, but she has been tepid.

To put it bluntly, Lao Mei has no culture, no heritage, and no artistic aesthetics.

The American people can't appreciate the kind of plain and restrained performance, and in their opinion, the vase should be the silly white sweetness of Julia Roberts.

No wonder it is ridiculed by Europe all day long!

Don searched for five minutes, and refused the "invitation" of seven or eight girls in a row, before finally discovering the beautiful figure of Sophie Marceau, who was holding a glass of red wine and chatting happily with the heroine Maggie Zhang.

Tang En hooked the corners of his mouth to ask for a glass of red wine, walked up quickly, and showed a sunny and confident smile, "Two beautiful ladies, can I be lucky enough to know the content of your chat?"

Seeing that it was Donne, Sophie Marceau's eyes flashed with surprise, and Maggie Chang was pure worship, "I just received an invitation from a French producer, so ...... Ask Sophie some questions. Director Walker, I love your movie so much!"

Maggie Chang's husband is a French director, and she knows Sophie Marceau very well, Don smiled: "Your performance in the film is very good, and it is luck that you didn't win the actress this time." I believe that the Best Actress in Cannes will definitely belong to you in the future. ”

"Thank you!"

Maggie Chang lifted her glass to Don and enjoyed the praise from Hollywood's top director.

Taking a sip, Don said, "I'm sorry, Maggie, can I say a few words to Sophie alone?"

Maggie Zhang was slightly stunned, then reacted, slightly embarrassed, "Okay, okay!"

Sophie Marceau, who was rated as a perfect face by the French press!

After Maggie Chang left, Sophie Marceau's enigmatic eyes swept over Donn, and she said with a smile: "Mr. Walker, I'm afraid you're not talking about movies, are you?"

"Oh?" Don smiled quietly, "How?"

Sophie Marceau's eyes flashed over Donn's eyes, and she took a sip of red wine, the corners of her mouth hooked a charming arc, "Man, only eyes don't lie." ”

Donn laughed and said, "Are the French so philosophical?"

Sophie Marceau's sparkling eyes twitched, "It's not philosophy, it's human nature." ”

"Well, then may I ask Miss Marceau, what kind of humanity do you see in my eyes?"

"Original. ”

Sophie Marceau bit her red lip, and her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, like the sea under this dark night, deep and deep, vast and charming.

Tang En's face did not change, and he pretended to be at a loss, "What is the primitive human nature?"

Sophie Marceau leaned forward slightly, and her low-cut dress suddenly revealed the infinite style inside.

She seemed a little drunk, but Don knew she hadn't drunk much. That kind of coquettish and drunk state echo each other, the flaming red lips and white and tender skin complement each other, even if Tang En wanders among the flowers all the year round, he can't help but feel ape, and his heart suddenly beats faster.

This kind of extreme charm brought by three words is that Nicole Kidman has to bow down.

"Mr. Walker, are you still pretending?"

"No, Miss Marceau, I really don't quite understand what you mean. ”

To be honest, Don was a little nervous. This is not the same as the tension of handing over her first love to Natalie Portman for the first time in Kate Winslet.

"It's boring, I thought you'd admit it generously. Sophie Marceau took a step back, sighed faintly, and looked into Donn's eyes with a slight amusement.

"I don't quite understand, what are you talking about. Don looked at her with a smile, as if enjoying the feeling of "passivity".

Sophie Marceau bit the corner of her mouth gently, glanced at him coquettishly, took a small step forward, leaned against his ear, and said in a very small voice, in an exotic tone, "You want to ...... Me, right?"

It seemed as if a word had been omitted from her words, but her breath was in her ears, and Don could clearly hear that it was a very rude word, a word that began with the letter "F" in the eighteen forbidden countries in the United States.

Don's breathing became a little rapid, and he wanted to put her down on the spot.

He took the initiative to take a step back, forcibly suppressed the overly violent restlessness in his heart, and said with a smile: "Honestly, when I was a teenager, I liked watching your movies very much, you ...... It's often the object of my dreams. ”

Sophie Marceau smiled as if she had triumphed, and blinked her charming eyes, "My hometown is France, and here, I am the host, and you are the guest." ”

"So......" Don paused and looked at her deeply, "the host should do his best to take care of the guests and meet the needs of the guests, right?"

Sophie Marceau pursed her lips, but a little anticipation suddenly flashed in her eyes, "Is there still a courtesy?"

"Huh?"

Tang En was stunned for a moment, and then reacted.

Just now, it was like an ethereal dream, until this moment, he finally shattered the dream mirror and let him recognize the reality.

Pay somebody back in the same coin?

yes, it's all a deal!

It's a deal again!

In France, Sophie Marceau can do her best to "take care" of Donne, so when he goes to Hollywood and arrives on Donne's territory, will he also take care of her, a Frenchman from a foreign land?

All the charming, enchanting, and charming just now are gone at this moment.

Tang En suddenly understood a truth, what art town, what romantic capital, what noble goddess, all bullshit!

The entertainment industry is the entertainment industry!

Hollywood is rife with deals, and the French film industry is also full of all kinds of deals!

Even Sophie Marceau, the goddess of France's national treasure, is no exception.

Tang En instantly walked out of the "psychedelic" state just now, his mood was flat and calm, and he said with a smile: "Okay, my rule of doing things is to exchange courtesies." ”

Sophie Marceau smiled, "me or ......"

"Go to my hotel, I have two bodyguards, it's safer. Tang En responded without thinking, and suddenly said: "By the way, I advocate courtesy, but as many gifts as others give, I will return as many gifts, I hope you understand." ”

Sophie Marceau pulled the hair from her ears and her lips opened, "Of course, you are the most honored guest, and I will fulfill all your requests." ”

Donn's eyes narrowed, "Really?"

Sophie Marceau smiled charmingly, "Do what you say." ”