"The story of a killer living in New York?" Luc Besson couldn't help but show a curious look.
"Well, let me think." Adriaan knocked his head. "The plot is roughly like this …"
About ten minutes later, he told the general plot of the story. For some reason, coupled with his eloquence, his narration could be said to be full of emotion. Whether it was Besson, Renault, or Monica, they were all attracted by him. If it weren't for the waiter bringing the food, the four of them would have been immersed in it for a longer time.
"This story sounds very interesting." Besson touched his chin thoughtfully. The onion soup in front of him seemed to have suddenly lost its appeal. He glanced at Renault and asked, "Why do you think Jean is suitable to play the role of a killer?"
"Let's put it this way." Adriaan thought for a few seconds and said, "Although this killer is skilled, cautious, and taciturn, he is not a ruthless person. Do you remember the plot I told you just now? The killer named Leon came to the cinema alone, and while watching 'Song in the Rain', he smiled and hummed along. He just closed himself off. To some extent, his heart is still just a child. "
Speaking of this, Adriaan paused, then looked at Renault with a smile. "I have been in a dilemma. Although I have a few candidates in mind, I am not sure that they can perform these two characteristics well at the same time, until I saw Jean just now. Although I don't quite like and don't quite agree with the tone of 'Blue Sky Sea', I think Jean's performance in it is extraordinary. That kind of nostalgia, that kind of implicit love, is impressive. Coupled with the cold, violent, and slick roles he has played before, I think he is completely suitable for this contradictory killer. "
"That's really good." Besson gently clapped his hands. "I have always thought that Jean is a very good actor. In fact, during the filming of that movie, for a long time, people thought that he was the protagonist."
Then he looked at his old partner, smiled, and winked. "What do you think, Jean?"
"I think … Isn't this a bit too sudden?" Renault took off his glasses and said hesitantly. He was not a talkative person, otherwise, he wouldn't have let Besson finish talking.
"It is indeed a little sudden." Adriaan did not deny it. "However, although this idea suddenly jumped into my mind, I know that my judgment is not wrong. As a director, sometimes you have to trust your own intuition. "
Rubbing his chin, Reynolds didn't agree immediately. He was still hesitant. With Adriaan's current reputation in Hollywood, he was definitely a worthy partner. Besson obviously agreed, but …
"If you still have doubts, I can get someone to complete the script and hand it to you as soon as possible. Then, you'll have a better understanding of it," Adriaan continued.
"No, no, no, Eide, that's not what I meant." Reynolds quickly said, "Actually, I have a contract with a comedy movie, so I'm afraid I don't have much time for now."
"It doesn't matter. In fact, I don't have much time right now." Adriaan laughed. "You all know that I'm also known as a workaholic. Since 'Pulp Fiction' has been released, my new movie will be on the agenda. So, I won't start preparing for it until next year."
"You're going to shoot a new movie soon? That's surprising. " Besson couldn't help but interrupt. "I didn't expect you to be so crazy when it comes to making movies. I thought it was an exaggeration when I first heard about it."
"It's just this year. From next year onwards, it will be a lot slower." Adriaan smiled and shrugged. Then, he looked at Reynolds again. "How about it? I can wait for you. I just want a promise. It's not easy to find an actor who is very suitable for the movie. If I can't find one next year, I can wait until the year after. "
"Hey, Eide, maybe …" Besson looked at him eagerly. "Can you consider letting me direct it?"
"Don't even think about it, Luc!" Adriaan raised his eyebrows and refused bluntly. "I had the idea for this script as early as the end of 1990. It took me more than a year to complete the whole story, and I couldn't find a suitable actor for a long time. It wasn't easy for me to find a suitable actor. How could I give it up?"
"Okay, okay, I was just saying." Besson spread out his hands and didn't insist.
"Of course, we will have opportunities to work together in the future. In my opinion, you are 100 times better than those art directors." Then, Adriaan gave him another candy. Reynolds, who had been thinking, also made a decision at this time. "Well, I think I have no reason to refuse. So, as long as you need me next year, I can participate at any time."
"Thank you very much." Adriaan immediately raised his glass. "Let's have a toast."
Although it was a bit despicable to talk about other people's works in front of them, it had been done more than once or twice. Adriaan didn't take it to heart at all. The world was unfair. At most, he would give Besson some compensation in the future. Even if he hadn't met them here today, Adriaan would have visited Jean Reynolds after the Cannes Film Festival. Because "This Killer Is Not Too Cold" had something he wanted!
"What are you thinking about?" Sitting in front of the dressing table, Monica flicked her hair and looked at Adriaan in the mirror. She had taken off her coat and was only wearing a white shirt and a black knee-length skirt.
"Nothing. Just something about the script that I talked to Luc in the restaurant." Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Adriaan turned around and smiled.
"Aren't you thinking about your little girlfriend?" Although Monica's tone was full of teasing, the jealousy in her tone was obvious.
"Why do you say so?" Adriaan smiled and walked over. He bent over and hugged Monica from behind. After kissing her on the cheek, he slipped his hand into her collar.
"You haven't said anything on the way back or since you entered the room. You've been lost in thought." Monica was still staring at Adriaan in the mirror. "Don't think I can't tell."
"Well, I admit it," Adriaan gently rubbed his hand, "but not Kate, but France's favorite."
"No wonder you were so disappointed when Luc said she didn't come." Monica suddenly pushed Adriaan's hand away, stood up, walked to the side and leaned against the small table. "Are you so obsessed with her?"
"Not really. I'm just curious." Adriaan shrugged. "After all, we've never talked face to face. I really want to know who is more attractive, her or my Italian stunner."
"Sorry, there's no 'your' stunner here." Monica snorted and reached out to brush her long hair behind her ears.
"This will only make you look more attractive, Monica." Adriaan said with a faint smile.
Monica didn't speak. She walked to the coffee table and poured herself a glass of water before she said, "Although I haven't been around you for long, I've never heard you talk about the previous killer's script. I'm curious. Did you prepare this story long ago, or did you make it up on the spot?"
"Well, almost all of them." Adriaan walked up to her, took the glass of water she had drunk from, and took a sip with his lips. "I had the idea a long time ago, but the details were almost made up on the spot. I do think Jean Renault is suitable for the role of the killer."
Although she had expected this answer, a look of disbelief flashed across Monica's face.
"No wonder … they call you a genius director …" She sighed with a complicated look, and then raised her eyebrows. "So, can you consider writing a script for me?"
"Don't worry, I've prepared it for a long time." Adrian pinched her chin and moved closer to suck on her sexy thick lips. "I've said it before. I'll definitely do what I promised you."
Monica didn't speak again. She just stared at him. They both knew each other's feelings.
"After you finish the promotional work for 'Pulp Fiction', take a good rest for two months, and then you can prepare for the romantic comedy I've prepared for you."
Adriaan stroked her face and blew into her ear as he spoke.
Taking a deep breath, Monica suddenly took two steps back, then turned around and walked to the door of the inner room. She bit her lip and looked at Adriaan provocatively. She reached out and slowly rolled up her skirt. As the skirt moved up, the black lace straps were slowly revealed. She was really good at seducing people.
Then, Monica stopped what she was doing. She crossed her hands and placed them on the railing of the inner room. Her buttocks were slightly raised, and she swayed left and right rhythmically. The scenery inside was also faintly discernible.
Adriaan exclaimed in his heart and immediately went forward to press against Monica's back.
"I have to admit, at least at this moment, you're irreplaceable." He kissed the back of her neck and moved his hands up and down to begin foreplay.
"You like to do it from the back …" Monica turned around and said a word, but her lips were blocked. The passion caused her to move up and down the curve of Adriaan's lower body even more.
Adriaan's hands began to slide down, and he lifted the remaining hem of her skirt and pulled down the lace underwear. Monica's breathing became rapid, and she couldn't help but cry out when he touched the sensitive part of the back.
"You've never touched it before, right?"
"Yes … Yes …"
"Great … What you need to do now is relax … Yes, that's it. Relax your body. It'll be fine. I've done enough preparation work. Just try to relax your body …"
"Oh, this is really … too strange …"
"Listen to my instructions. Don't get nervous just because you're there. Continue to relax … Good, good job. Now …"
"Ah …"
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