At the Les-Deux-Moulins café in Paris, at the table by the window, Mr. Gan Jing, a famous Chinese actor, and Elsa, a supermodel suspected of being from Paris, stared at each other.

The atmosphere was awkward.

You may not believe it, but I drank and had no memory of what happened that night.

Does the French have such a thing as fragmentation?

Gan Jing hesitated for a while, and he couldn't remember how to accurately describe the fragments in French.

"Sir, let me refill your coffee. The waiter noticed that the coffee here was cold and came over and said.

"Thank you. Gan Jing replied in a fluent French tone.

There was more anger in Elsa's eyes.

"Do you know French?"

Uh, I said I just learned it a while, do you believe it? You should be able to believe it, right?

Gan Jing's mental activity is very rich, he has never encountered this kind of situation, but he feels that his life is gray, huh?

"Speak, don't not speak, I know you know French! You lied to me last time! Always use Chinese and English!" Elsa clenched her teeth as her eyes waved.

Gan Jing coughed lightly: "Sister...... You...... I ......"

Elsa narrowed her eyes, "Why didn't you look for me?"

You haven't looked for me yet, or ...... I would never show up on the streets of Paris without sunglasses like this.

"I don't have your phone. Gan Jing said.

"The note I left you at the time has it on it. Elsa said coldly.

"......" Gan Jing also had a residual impression of the note, but he didn't take it seriously at all after waking up the next day and listening to Lao Chen, and threw it into the trash without even looking at it.

"What's wrong? nothing more to say?" the woman was still terrible when she lost her temper.

"Ms. Elsa, there may have been a misunderstanding between us. Gan Jing said, while thinking about what should be done.

Elsa's lips curled slightly, and an excellent ironic angle emerged: "I was called little Ai Ai when I was drinking, but now I don't admit it when I lift my pants, so I call me Ms. Elsa." ”

......" Gan Jing finally couldn't bear it anymore, and he couldn't wait to stand up and point to Elsa's nose, "I, Gan Jing, am not a person who doesn't admit to doing things!"

"Oh?" Elsa raised a beautiful curve of her eyebrows, "Dare to admit it?"

"The problem is that I don't remember!" Gan Jing's acting skills exploded, and he was rightly arrogant.

Elsa's blue eyes made Gan Jing feel like she was facing a cat, and her sudden silence made Gan Jing a little apprehensive.

However, I am an actor, and I need to be professional.

If you should be upright, you should be upright.

Gan Jing half-squinted, silently transformed into a casual temperament, leaned on the seat, and looked at Elsa.

Supermodel, what is a supermodel?

Quite simply, supermodels.

Great figure, good looks, good looks - the last point is especially difficult.

Elsa in front of her perfectly interprets these characteristics, and even the frowning appearance when she is angry is unique.

"Shoot ELLE with me. After a long silence, Elsa suddenly burst into words.

Mr. Gan Jing, the actor actor, was still in the playboy role that he quickly constructed, he didn't answer immediately, leaned forward gently, and his smile was full of ridicule: "Oh?

Elsa said coldly: "You insisted on it yourself that night. ”

Well......

Drinking is wrong, drinking is wrong!

Elsa looked at the change in Gan Jing's expression, blinked slyly, and then immediately said coldly: "Give me your phone." ”

To give or not to give?

Gan Jing only hesitated, and just a second later, he took out his phone and put it on the table.

Elsa took her phone and entered a number on it, and then heard her phone ring.

"You always know my phone call this time, do you have any other reasons? Say it and solve it together. She said with a frown.

Gan Jing shook his head: "I am a spokesperson, and I can't shoot anything casually." ”

"ELLE is the most famous fashion magazine in France, what brand would refuse its spokesperson to appear on it?"

Gan Jing was stunned, thought about it, just listen to this meaning, it is probably a quid pro quo.

"Well, the time, I'll inform Givenchy. ”

"Are you the face of Givenchy?" Elsa was a little surprised.

Gan Jing nodded, feeling that he had finally entered a familiar communication channel.

"Givenchy actually found a yellow-skinned spokesperson?" Elsa was a little strange.

"Ms. Elsa, do you know why I didn't contact you?" Gan Jing said, "because you are suspected of racial discrimination." ”

"Why are you so excited at night?" Elsa just had to mention this to leave the actor speechless, "Sunday, ELLE, don't forget, my agent will contact you." ”

"I'll inform Givenchy—" Gan Jing nodded, seeing Elsa get up.

"I hope you don't miss your appointment this time. Elsa said condescendingly.

From the time she came in to the time she left, she always had the upper hand, and Gan Jing suddenly felt a little unhappy in her heart, and she agreed to shoot anyway.

Gan Jing nodded, and suddenly spoke at the moment when Elsa turned around and was about to leave, and said extremely sincerely: "Apologize for the possible brutality I had that night, Elsa." ”

Elsa glared back, and seeing the unfaultable sincerity on Gan Jing's face, she snorted and turned to leave.

Gan Jing's side was quiet again, looking at the disappearing figure outside through the window glass, he slapped his head, what is going on?

Confused!

Gan Jing took a sip of hot coffee to suppress the shock, took out his mobile phone, first saw the number left by Elsa, and then frowned and dialed Lao Chen.

"Lao Chen, when I won the Cannes award, did anything happen to me and that Elsa?"

It was a little strange for Lao Chen to suddenly receive a call from Gan Jing, he only thought for a second when he heard the name Elsa and remembered who it was - Gan Jing's award at Cannes was probably a moment that he will never forget in his life.

"She, something nice has happened. Old Chen Wen said crepe.

Gan Jing was about to vomit blood, and said angrily: "You should be straightforward!"

"The door is closed, how do I know what's going on?" Lao Chen was dissatisfied, "I'm not a voyeur!"

Snap, the phone hung up.

Lao Chen is inexplicable, what kind of nerves does this product have? Could it be that he saw other people's photos in a magazine and is ready to continue the frontier? Well, the combination of Forrest Gump and supermodel, can this be fried?

Once it comes to setting people's positions, Lao Chen unconsciously thinks about the direction and content of his work.

Gan Jing didn't know that his phone call made the agent start a series of deductions, and he only had one question now, what happened?

After silently drinking the second cup of coffee, Gan Jing walked out of the café with a second question in his heart.

Should I go for a Sunday magazine shoot?