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Of course, now living like this, the privacy of the manor still makes her quite satisfied, Cesare also decided to give this house to her, go out and buy it again, since the divorce, Jenny has been considering whether to renovate, add a shelter fence to the too open area, and renovate the central air-conditioning system by the way, after all, I was in a hurry to move in, and I used the decoration of the model house, which was designed more than ten years ago, and there are always some places that cut corners, such as the kitchen, which can only be renovated by myself again.

Or will it be a while, wait for her to leave to shoot "Codename SHERO2" and then let Mary stay in Los Angeles to supervise the work - looking at "Architecture and Design", Jenny made a decision with her feet dangling, she looked at the decoration model drawings in the magazine, and casually asked, "What decoration style do you prefer, pastoral?" Minimalist? Or retro regency, the Mediterranean? ”

Beside her, Salvi moved, he combed the bangs that fell off his forehead back to the back of his head, half-propped up from the position of reading the magazine on his stomach, and poked his head to look at the magazine in Jenny's hand, the opening of his shirt became larger, revealing his flat chest - he is not the kind of muscular underwear model body, but after changing careers to become a director, he is not like those supermodels, thin as a skeleton, the lines on his body are still thin, but the muscle lines are looming, and he does not lose his masculinity in addition to being handsome, but, Even in such moments of relaxation and honesty, he still has a reserved and ascetic beauty, which makes his intimacy seem to be a little more precious than to be taken lightly.

"Aesthetically, I like minimalism – but at home, it's not too comfortable and not for you." He affectionately placed a kiss on the side of Jenny's face, and said almost in a whisper, "Want to renovate your manor?" ”

It was indeed a very different experience to get along with Salvi - Jenny wasn't deliberately comparing anything, but she should be the most comfortable with Salvi of the few men who had been emotionally involved with her - when she was with Chris, there was always a sense of chasing and escaping, and he kept pushing, making it difficult for her to take the initiative to bring up this somewhat ambiguous topic to him, for fear of sending the wrong signal to him to go further, as for Cesare...... Restraint is the main theme of getting along, they have hardly ever been so casual with each other, the stronger the tension, the desire to avoid each other after talking about business. The greater the hope, of course, getting along for too long, can't be prevented, there are always some private opportunities to get along, of course, that's also very pleasant, but the background is always tight, not to say bad, the feeling of tension is because it involves too many things. It's just that it's easy to judge, talking to Salvi, she is the most relaxed, she doesn't need to worry about releasing the wrong signal, and she doesn't need to worry about not being able to see through the other party's reaction, she knows that Salvi has always understood her very well - just like she also understands Salvi, this tacit understanding is difficult to say, but it has permeated the two since they first met, and it can only be described as fate.

"Well," of course, because Salvi knew the secrets of the marriage, and they didn't cross paths enough to talk about sensitive issues, she could talk casually without having to think carefully - even if they were deeper, Jenny didn't think he would pry into her secrets, he wouldn't even be interested, and Salvi didn't care about such things at all. "You know, I bought it for a very clear purpose, which was to have a wedding as soon as possible, so it basically hasn't been renovated."

"What does it feel like to live in the eyes of all people?" Salvi asked, tilting his face in interest, "It's hard to imagine that you can make a living under such pressure." ”

"Maybe I just need that attention to keep my life going." Jenny said, seeing his smile in Salvi's eyes, she couldn't help but laugh too, "Well, that's the price of fame - it's like a fast train, when you step on it to become famous, it's not so easy to get off." ”

In fact, with Jenny's status today, even if she is isolated from the paparazzi from now on, her global popularity and industry status will not be weakened, and her box office appeal will not be weakened. Hanks, basically no lace news, Meryl. Streep is in a state of complete seclusion, but this does not affect their coffee positions, which are all powerful and box office masters, and they are not comparable to some A-R who need to send press releases and stir up news all the time. The paparazzi basically only have trouble, no profit - daily street photography is difficult to be reprinted by global news websites, basically only some heavy users will care, and with her image for many years, now the media is more eager for her □□, this is a market demand that no matter how good daily public relations can not contain, it also makes her have to be more careful and guard against everywhere - just like before, even when to start a relationship again, and even the candidate for love must be counted.

It was impossible not to feel burdened about the situation, but Jenny had nothing to regret or complain about, and without the express train, it would have been difficult for her to come so far in a short time, but she did regret the kiss that day, because Salvi certainly would not like the interruption of public attention.

"Should I be sorry for you?" She said, apologetically.

Salvi's eyes fell on her face, then he reached out and took her chin, pulled her over and kissed her, and he tossed and turned on her lips, "Well, you said you should be sorry for me?" ”

Jenny couldn't help but laugh, and she could feel Salvi's lips curl in the same way - Salvi was like the Englishman everyone imagined, he was polite in front of people, he never lacked self-control, but in private he would never fall into passivity. The most important thing is that she can feel his satisfaction with the current state, just like her: during the filming, they only occasionally shared a relationship, and they missed each other, but this emotion was not fanatical to the point of subverting everything, no one was anxious, greedy, and unwanted, and it was just right to stay together so happily now.

"Maybe one day we can revisit Queenstown together," she said, casually grasping at one of the thoughts, "isn't it?" When we all need to sort ourselves out - when there's another story to brew, we can walk together by Lake Wakatipu, let the starlight shine in our hair, not say a word, let the birdsong take the place of conversation—"

Salvi's hand wrapped around Jenny, and he sat up, combing his spilled forehead hair again.

"Lake Wakatipu is still far away." He said, pulling Jenny up from the carpet as well, "Let's go, let's live in the moment and take a walk together by the Pacific Ocean." ”

Jenny glanced out the window at the sun and reached for her sun-protective suit, Salvi laughed, "You girls! ”

But he still happily held Jenny, who was not at all beautiful and did not wear a white dress, and walked with her hand in hand on the beach, Santa Monica's cool wind blew, penetrated the sun-protective clothing, and blew it up, and Salvi's smile was so bright in the sun, which made Jenny can't help but giggle at him, all this - although they were still on the private beach, but they walked in the sun with their boyfriend regardless of it, holding hands when they wanted, hugging when they wanted, It feels really good not to have to worry about the angle of the pose.

"Do you like the seaside?" She asked casually, grabbing the thoughts in her head like grasping a cloud.

"I love the warmth of the sea." "When I was a kid we would go on holiday to Nice, sometimes to the Maldives, you know, the climate in England isn't very good, I don't like the cold, damp feeling, it casts a grey color over life – but I don't really like the Maldives either, where sometimes it's too hot and white people don't look good in the sun." ”

"You've been very aesthetic since you were a child, haven't you?"

"Indeed," Salvi said, "my mother thought I was gay, because I had a great passion for dress since I was a child—I loved the feeling, the light, the fancy dress, the skirt spreading out on the carpet, the rolling, flowing beauty, swirling in the grand beauty of the building, like the tide lapping on the shore—the annual ball was my feast, and I would normally never go anywhere, and I would never let my parents be rude—I would always stand by my mother's side, holding her hand, Watching this spectacular scene with bated breath—"

Jenny raised her eyebrows, and it took her a few seconds to realize that the annual ball Salvi was talking about should be the annual ball of the British royal family, which was of course a luxurious place where high society gathered every year.

"And how did she react?" Curious, she asked, "What about my son's possibility?" ”

"There was no response, and we quickly found out it was a misunderstanding." Salvi shrugged, and he laughed. "Oh, but it's really funny - you see, my mother took it very seriously, because I never talked about the people under the clothes, I just kept talking about the clothes themselves, and she thought I wasn't interested in girls, but then she found out that I didn't talk about it just because—"

After a dramatic pause, he spread his hands and continued, "None of the people in the clothes are worthy of the clothes. ”

Jenny couldn't help but laugh, "Shutup, you're already making up the story, Diana?" You've seen her, right? ”

"In all fairness, do you think Diana is beautiful?" Salvi asked, "From an aesthetic point of view? ”

Jenny did think that Princess Diana was pretty good-looking, "If you compare her to a star, then of course, she doesn't have Grace. Kelly Mae, but—"

"yes, so to me, she's not as beautiful as the clothes themselves." Salvi shrugged, "Forgive a little boy for being superficial, but for me, there really aren't any pretty girls in the UK." ”

"Kayla. Knightley? ”

"Her chin is crooked."

"Kate. Winslet? ”

"She's a little overweight."

"Helena. Bohan. Carter? ”

"Nostrils."

"Catherine. Zeta-Jones? ”

"She's a beauty."

"And your aesthetic standards are really high." Jenny said, jokingly pointing at herself, "So, what about me?" ”

"I don't think anyone who has watched 'Monroe' and 'Journey of Life' and 'Gatsby' will doubt it." Salvi said, pulling Jenny to sit down on the beach and looking at her with a smile, "What about you, would you be suspicious?" ”

"I won't ......," said Jenny, who couldn't help blushing a little, but still wondering, "So, is that your yardstick?" Don't work with actresses who aren't beautiful enough - and certainly don't fall in love with people who aren't beautiful enough. ”

"No, it's from the point of view of appearance," Salvi dismissed her doubts, "of course a person doesn't need perfect looks to be beautiful - but this is also a very scarce temperament, most of the time, it is difficult for people who wear fancy clothes to be worthy of clothes, this is simply because their temperament and appearance do not match the status of these clothes in clothing, from an aesthetic point of view, it is incongruous - this is why I want to be a director - or designer, At that time, I just wanted really beautiful people to wear these beautiful clothes and walk in the beautiful scenery-"

"So you went to make a documentary." Jenny said.

"yes, so I went to make a documentary." Salvi nodded. "But I don't judge a person by his appearance, or determine how attractive she is to me—"

He looked intently at Jenny and whispered. "Nor is temperament and connotation the criterion for judgment - the criterion is a vague feeling, a two-way, sexual and spiritual attraction - I can judge her thoughts without difficulty, it is an intuition-"

Jenny looked at him for a moment, her lips curling naturally, and they turned their heads pleasantly and in accord to look out to sea.

Perhaps because of the clouds, the sunset had a strange pink color, like a dyed egg yolk, and it slowly fell down, making the waves on the sea more graceful and colorful, and Jenny propped herself up and looked at the sunset intently, and Salvi said softly.

"This is one of my wild imaginations."

His voice was like a breeze blowing through the blades of grass, "When we were filming Monroe - it was my first film, I could only make it with all my heart, and I kept saying to myself that I should be fully involved in the film, and she didn't want to be in love, and I knew that very well - so I could only wait, I could only imagine. ”

"Waiting for what?" Jenny asked, her tone overflowing with softness.

"Waiting for fate to put us together, even if it is the slimest hope," Salvi said with an almost sigh, "but I can only firmly believe that since fate has arranged for us to meet, it must have its own claim." ”

"And that's what I imagined at first—it just came out of my mind, and I traced it over and over again, like this, you sit here and look at the sea, and I—my greatest hope, the greatest desire in my imagination is ......."

His hand covered Jenny's hand and gently held the tiger's mouth, "That's it, take your hand, and look at the sunset with you—"

Jenny lowered her eyes, and a gentle smile almost burst forth, but she deliberately brought a bit of playfulness to her words, "Well, you must be very happy now." ”

"It was the happiest weekend of my life." Salvi said sincerely, he used some force gently, but Jenny didn't need his urging, she leaned over to him and shared a kiss with Salvi.

"Mine too." She whispered.

The sea breeze blew, and the sound of the motor in the distance was unexpectedly pleasant, and Jenny closed her eyes and deepened the kiss.

Then, the familiar and crisp 'click' sound ruined all that.