‘I-LOVE-ROCK-N-ROLL-……‘

Suddenly, someone in the crowd started clapping their hands and singing Joan. Jett, "I-LOVE-ROCK-N-ROLL". Back then, the genius boy Jerry. Rothschel topped the French music charts thanks to the childlike but star-studded "Rock Fairy Tale". YES, NOT SOMETHING-WE-LOST, IT'S A ROCK FAIRY TALE.

"See? Their enthusiasm for you is not something I can stop. Will you let them down? ”

The girls in the square were already clapping their hands in unison and singing in chorus.

Oh ~ these lovely guys.

Infected by the chorus, Jerry leans against the windowsill and becomes the chief chorus conductor.

They liked him, yes, they liked him.

“YEAH-WITH-ME-SINGING-I-LOVE-ROCK-N-ROLL-SO-PUT-ANOTHER-DIME-IN-THE-JUKEBOX-BABY……”

The Hilton Plaza became a sea of joy.

"Is there any reason I can refuse?"

"Oh, no, you really don't."

……

Dominica. Beshard was behind the wheel and said into his phone, "Sophie, see if you should spare some time." ”

Sophie. Marceau lay on the bed, her long hair spread at the head of the bed, she tilted her head sideways, looking out the window weakly, "But I'm so tired, Dominic, you should let me rest." I need to fall jet lag, help me get back to TF1. ”

"Sophie. Are you sure you don't want to be on a talk show this time? Wouldn't you really like to meet Super J? ”

"But I'm really tired. Can't you change the time? I just came back from the United States. ”

"Oh~ Oscar let you down?"

Sophie. Marceau was silent for a long time.

At the 1996 Academy Awards, Mel. Gibson's self-directed and starred in "Braveheart" with Frank. "The Shawshank Redemption" directed by Dara Gang launched a catch-and-shoot. Except because of Frank. In addition to being a fledgling rookie director who failed to win the Oscar for Best Director, "The Shawshank Redemption" won seven awards including Best Picture, Best Actor, and Best Adapted Screenplay with its powerful Oscar PR group. Without the suppression of "Forrest Gump", "The Shawshank Redemption" finally soared into the sky.

Nicholas. Cage and his Far from Las Vegas? Oh, Las Vegas doesn't believe in tears. Las Vegas also doesn't believe in movies without a strong PR team.

Sophie. Marceau just couldn't figure out that such a shocking "Braveheart" Weishenme would lose to "The Shawshank Redemption" in the best movie. She had seen that film, although she did not deny that it was an extremely successful film. But......

"That's the reality, Sophie. Stop thinking about the Oscars. Think of today's Le-Grand-Journal. The French need to know Braveheart, and it's a good opportunity to get the word out. ”

"Okay."

Sophie. Marceau hung up the phone and lay on his back on the bed, quietly.

Is there still no news from the Polish side?

……

Bob. Clemmings was lying in a very ecstatic position in a pile of white flesh when a phone rang and dragged him out of his sleep.

He opened his fishy pine eyes, yawned and grabbed the phone, "Hey~"

"Hey~Bob?"

Oh~ It turned out to be his heartthrob brother.

"Oh~ Jerry, it's you!" Bob scratched his hair. "Looking for me?"

The meat mud lying on the side felt the boss get up and quickly got over.

Bob's eyes widened, and he slapped the fleshy butt and pushed the French chick aside.

Are you kidding. This time I came to France on a business trip, and if I let Jerry know that I had eaten a wild meal, I would tell Nanako by the way. He couldn't eat anymore and walked away! Since the wedding night, poor Lord Bob has been slept by the Russian ocean Makunikova. After a round of unconscious force, he has been in the spiritual and physical blockade zone of Ami in the wilderness. Coincidentally, this eldest young master of the Cummings family actually hit every shot. A crazy shot on the wedding night directly made Kunikova. Donov became pregnant.

At this time, Kunikova's belly was already very strong.

My God! I can't live this day.

Yes, it can't be done.

I can't get by, but I have to get by!

He quickly escaped from Kunikova's blockade and went directly to France on business.

"Bob, I heard you're in France now?"

"No, I'm in Russia, St. Petersburg." Comrade Bob's face is not red and his heart is not beating.

"Really?"

"Really." Comrade Bob continued not to blush and his heart to beat.

"But why do I seem to hear French?"

"There are French-speaking Russians in St. Petersburg, too." Comrade Bob still had a blushing face and a heartbeat.

"So, you're in a high-class hotel in St. Petersburg?"

"Who are you and I? Is Dumas so hungry that he can't choose to eat? "Comrade Bob's Qi cultivation kung fu is really good.

"Dumas is looking down on you too much, Dumas is about the same."

"Don't pollute my soul with your filthy thoughts." Comrade Bob's Qi cultivation efforts are really beyond words.

Buckle button ~ knock on the door.

Bob pushed away the other piece of meat that was sticking to him, wrapped himself in a bath towel to cover his delicate ugliness, and slowly walked to the door, then pressed his eyes to the cat's eye.

Standing in the cat's eyes was a laughing Jerry, "Hurry up and open the door~ Bob, I know you're on the other side of the door." ”

To hide or not to hide, that's the question.

Of course, the question didn't bother Bob for long, and the door opened.

"Mr. Dumas, aren't you in St. Petersburg?" Jerry grinned and punched Bob.

Emily?

Emily stared at Bob, who was half-naked and only had a pile of Bob's breasts that Bob thought was sexy, and then gave him a look of extreme disdain, and then she followed Jerry into the door.

Comrade Bob?

Comrade Bob was still in good spirits and drove the French picnic who had only time to put on their bikinis out of the room.

For this, he spent no less dollars.

According to him, yes, he was not hungry and thirsty enough to eat.

These picnics are all high-end goods, oh yes, they are all brought back from the vicinity of District 8, judging by his years of experience in the rivers and lakes, they belong to the kind of high-end goods that are just starting out.

Bob grinned on the bed and lit a cigarette, "St. Petersburg, France." ”

"Attention, there's a lady here, Bob, pinch out your cigarette and get dressed."

Bob looked at Emily and raised an eyebrow, "Oh~ young lady, please allow me to introduce myself......"

Before poor Bob could finish his sentence, Jerry kicked him into the bathroom.

"Ten minutes for you." (To be continued......)