Chapter 361

"Damn it, this is your ultimate goal!" Monica cried angrily.

"You guessed it right!" Adriaan laughed and turned his body, hugging Monica from the side, while Monica grabbed his hand and tried to push it away. The two of them pushed in the water, and the sound of water splashing was continuous.

Although Monica seemed to be struggling, she obviously didn't use any strength. Otherwise, she wouldn't be at the mercy of Adriaan. Of course, it may also be because the previous swimming consumed her strength, but if that was the case, with her character, she should stop resisting, instead of this kind of flirtatious pushing.

This kind of play would change the taste sooner or later, especially when Monica didn't wear a swimsuit. Her perfect plump breasts were swinging around. Adriaan was not a gentleman, so naturally, they were stuck together. However, although he finally buried his head in Monica's chest, his lower body was only separated by a close distance, and he didn't enter inside, because Monica didn't like it here.

Of course, there was another reason. Even if they avoided the reporters and rented a private beach, it was difficult to guarantee that no one would happen to run into them and take pictures. It didn't matter if they took intimate pictures, but it was not good to take further pictures.

Therefore, although Adriaan and Monica were kissing in the water, they always maintained restraint, so Monica, who was a little confused, was even more confused.

"Eide!" She hugged Adriaan's head with half-opened eyes, "Tell me, Eide, are you more interested in me or my body?"

"You want to hear the truth?" Adriaan raised his head and held Monica's face with a chuckle, "It's about the same!"

He paused, then stared into her eyes and continued, "I said a long time ago that there is no man who doesn't want to sleep with you. How can I be an exception? But your character also attracts me. At first, I thought you were very strong, and you wanted to prove yourself at any time, but later I found out how passionate and delicate you are. And all of this is fascinating … "

Monica also stared at him without blinking. After a long time, she finally lowered her head, gritted her teeth, and sighed, "Damn it, why do I always have to believe what you say!"

Adriaan blocked her mouth without saying anything. Monica responded enthusiastically while clamping his waist with her legs in the water, and then began to shake her hips.

"No, no, no, honey, not now." Adriaan then slightly pushed her away.

"What? You don't dare to do it now?" Monica said provocatively with her curves that were dripping with water.

"Don't forget, I promised you." Adrian smiled and reached out to touch her sexy lips. "Once I've promised something, I'll definitely do it. That's my style."

Then, he looked at the bright sky and the undulating waves around them. Without waiting for an answer, he carried her in his arms and walked to the beach. "Okay, let's call it a day. After changing, we can go to Fisher Avenue and stroll until evening. Didn't you think that most of the restaurants in Cannes were heavy and that they added too many spices to their dishes? Didn't you think that most of the restaurants in Cannes are heavy and add too many spices to the dishes?

Monica struggled a little when she was carried horizontally, but she eventually let out a soft sigh and leaned her head on Adrian's shoulder, obediently allowing herself to be carried to the shore.

Monica struggled a little when she was carried, but in the end, she sighed softly and leaned her head on Adriaan's shoulder, obediently letting him carry her to the shore. "Oh right!" Adriaan seemed to have thought of something at this time, and a playful smile appeared on his face. "Don't think I will let you go tonight. I can't wait to have a taste there."

Monica, who had always been unscrupulous in this kind of thing and had played countless tricks with Adriaan, was at a loss when she heard this. Adriaan could not help but laugh.

It was getting late. As the street lights were lit, Cannes looked particularly warm under the dark blue night sky. Adriaan and Monica, who had changed into casual clothes, walked side by side on the street, chatting as they walked. Because of the film festival, there were many people on the street, but most of them were tourists. Movie stars and directors mostly gathered on the beach and rarely came here.

Because of this, Adriaan chose to go shopping here with Monica. Besides, there were many medieval-style buildings here. Of course, there was no need to worry about safety. Cannes had always been safe, and the government was very strict in this regard because of the film festival. Just look at the mounted police passing by from time to time.

"We're here. This is it." Adriaan and Monica stopped outside a slightly small restaurant. Although the decoration was relatively simple, the antique flavor was quite attractive. Obviously, it had a long history.

They pushed the door open. Like all French restaurants, the light inside was dim, and candles were lit on the candlesticks. It looked very quiet. The waiter quickly greeted them and led them to a double seat by the window.

"It seems that this is your first time here, right? So sure that the taste here is right? " After ordering, Monica raised her eyebrows and asked coquettishly. She had completely calmed down since coming out of the beach.

"How do you know if you don't try? Some things have to be experienced in person to understand. "Adriaan said with a smile.

Monica rolled her eyes and was about to say something, but she found that Adriaan's eyes moved to the door. She also looked over. Two middle-aged men were walking into the restaurant one after the other.

"This is it. Let, the onion soup here is the best I have ever tasted." The man in front was slightly shorter. His combed short hair stood on his head like a wooden stake. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he looked quite simple and honest.

"Come on, last time in Lyon, you also said that it was the best stewed snails you had ever tasted, but what happened?" The tall man in the back had round glasses, sparse hair, and a similar stubble. He also gave people a simple and honest feeling. Although he was complaining, anyone could tell that he was joking. These two people together were quite interesting.

"That can only mean that our tastes are different. It doesn't mean that they don't cook well." The short man shrugged and was led by the waiter to another table by the window, just behind Adriaan.

"Looks like we can get to know them." After they ordered, Adriaan whispered to Monica, then smiled and winked. He then got up and turned to the two who were arguing.

"Hello, Mr. Luc Besson, nice to see you here." Adriaan said in French. After shaking hands with the surprised short man, he immediately turned to the tall man, "And you, Mr. Jean Renault."

"You are?" Luc Besson looked at him curiously.

"I am Adrian Kewell. Maybe you have heard of my name …" Before Adriaan finished his introduction, Luc Besson already shouted, "I know, you are the American boy. What did they call you? Genius director! Indeed, I just went to see your 'Pulp Fiction' today. It was really interesting! "

Jean Renault looked at his old friend and shook his head helplessly. Then he apologized to Adriaan, "Sorry, he is like this. When it comes to exciting things, he can't control himself."

"It's okay, I understand. I can be like this sometimes." Adriaan smiled and waved his hand, then pointed to the table in front of them, "If you don't mind, maybe we can share a table."

"Of course, no problem. Please sit down!" Besson smiled and made a gesture of invitation.

"Thank you, but …" Adriaan returned to his original position and took Monica's arm, "Let's sit together!"

Monica stood up without saying anything and followed Adriaan to sit at Luc Besson and Jean Renault's table. Then she smiled and greeted them, "Hello, Mr. Luc Besson, Mr. Jean Renault."

As a European, she knew the fame of these two people.

"Oh, Miss Monica Bellucci, you are so beautiful. Your dance in 'Pulp Fiction' was so tempting." Luc Besson smiled and shook hands with her.

"Thank you!" Monica looked reserved and charming.

"Of course, Kewell also has a good grasp of black humor and violence." Besson then turned to Adriaan.

"Call me Adriaan or Eide, so I can also call you Luc and Jean." Adriaan said with a smile, "I know a little bit about black humor, but when it comes to black violence, no film is better than your 'Nikita' last year."

"I just tried more different themes. This film appeared very accidentally, and many critics didn't like it." Although Besson said so, he was still very proud.

"It doesn't matter whether the critics like it or not. The key is whether the audience likes it or not. I think the Best Actress at the Caesar Awards and the Best Foreign Film nomination at the Golden Globes have already explained something." Adriaan shook his head and said.

The two began to talk about each other's films. After a few words, both of them were surprised because they were quite familiar with each other's films. So the two talked more enthusiastically like old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years. Monica and Jean Renault basically didn't interrupt. Monica couldn't get a word in edgewise, and Renault didn't like to talk too much.

Finally, Adriaan and Besson also knew how to restrain themselves and quickly talked about the film festival.

"I think 'Pulp Fiction' is fully qualified to win the Palme d 'Or. No one has ever … played with movies like this!" Besson said. "You did a great job, Eide!"

"It doesn't matter if I win the Palme d 'Or or not. I prefer to communicate with other directors and actors at the film festival. Maybe I'll suddenly be inspired." Adrian's expression looked very serious. "For example, I suddenly have an idea. I want to invite you to play a role."

"Me? Play a role? "Jean Renault was stunned.

"Yes, the story of a killer living in New York." Adriaan smiled. Only he knew the meaning behind it.