Isabella Adjani looked at Alan in front of her, her eyes suddenly lit up, he was much more handsome than the one she had seen on TV before. At that time, she saw Alan dressed in old aristocratic style. If Alan at that time looked like a medieval prince, the Alan in front of her now looked like an angel who had fallen into the world... Well, not as holy as an angel, but more like a war angel.

Subconsciously glancing at Sophie Marceau, Isabelle Adjani picked up her bag and stood up. In front of Allen's somewhat surprised gaze, she said, "I'm just about to leave. I'll give you the seats. Sir, can you walk with me?"

…

Alan was a little surprised. Facing this person's invitation, he was a little confused. What's the inside story?

Why do I feel a strong sense of tension? I've never heard of any conflict between them.

Spencer didn't feel anything. He didn't like those who were too old. He liked those who were young. All he had eyes for was Sophie Marceau. Sophie Marceau had no expression on her face and even smiled slightly. However, her hands under the table were tightly clenched. She gritted her teeth and said, "Then Sister Isabella, let's talk about it another day."

When the two nobles stood in front of him, anyone who was not a fool would know who to choose. Facing Alan, Spencer next to him seemed ordinary, even a little bit like a pig. Now...

The older you get, the wiser you get. Isabella invited Allen the first time. Sophie Marceau was a little secretly resentful, but she couldn't just compete with her openly under the current circumstances, right?

This will be looked down upon by the two nobles in front of me, which is very rude.

Spencer finally reacted after hearing what Sophie Marceau said. He looked at Isabelle Adjani who had already twisted Allen's arm, then looked at Allen and subconsciously waved at him. The brotherhood he had just had was gone. He now just felt that Allen was a nuisance!

…

Seeing Spencer's impatient expression, Alan's mouth twitched.

Damn...this bastard, he forgets his principles for the sake of beauty.

Allen gave Sophie Marceau another apologetic smile, and said nothing. Instead, he lowered his head slightly, exerted force on his arms, and walked with Isabella Adjani while saying, "I can walk with you, but this is my first time here, so I'm not very familiar with it."

"It's okay... Come with me, I'll take you to the beach first."

"good!"

Alan listened to Isabella's voice, which was very soft, with a hint of French rap, but different from the Russian tongue-twitching sound.

I didn’t feel it when I was with Sylvie Guillem before, but now when I come into contact with actresses like her who work in the film and television industry, I find that… No wonder they say the French speak like singing, and it’s known as the most beautiful language. Now when I listen to it, it sounds so good!

This sound, when it is called at night, instantly brings the atmosphere to its fullest.

…

After leaving the cafe, it is not far from the beach. In front of the cafe is a seawall. The flat surface of the dam is the road. Go down along the stone stairs reserved on the dam, which is about a few meters high, and you will find the beach below.

The beaches on the eastern Atlantic Ocean have sand and gravel that is slightly yellowish and whitish in color, and the sea water here is very blue, which looks very picturesque. The weather is not very hot now, and there is not much foam on the waves on the beaches by the sea. The waves slowly beat on the beach, which is, to be honest, a bit poetic.

No one knew what Isabella Adjani was thinking. She was wearing jeans, but a country-style skirt with long sleeves on her upper body. Now she took off her shoes and walked barefoot along the beach.

…

Alan was a little unwilling to chat with her. He used to look down on Quentin in Hollywood, thinking that he was a foot fetishist and his behavior was too perverted.

But now!

Alan began to understand why Quentin had this hobby.

White and tender feet step on the beach, with bits of sand sticking to the feet. When the waves slowly cover the feet, the sand on the feet is taken away...

This feeling is a little bit **.

My elder sister is better. She knows more. Unlike those young ones, they are always in a state of anxiety, cry at every turn, and know little.

Alan narrowed his eyes slightly. This Isabella Adjani seemed to be well prepared. Interesting. She almost failed to catch it.

…

"I haven't seen any news about you in the news recently. What's wrong? Aren't you planning on making a movie in the next two years?"

Isabella Adjani opened her arms and walked on the beach, holding her high heels in her left hand. She moved her right hand, motioning Alan to hold her hand. After Alan gently held her hand, she asked with some concern.

Theoretically, the wilderness survival film that came out last year was a TV series, not a movie. If you count carefully, Alan hasn't made a movie for nearly two years. This was Isabella's biggest concern, so she inadvertently wanted to ask some questions.

If this person has any ideas recently, then wouldn't it be a good opportunity for me to make a comeback and make a movie?

…

"Haha, I went to college for further studies. I was busy with family affairs and couldn't take care of some things."

Alan moved his left hand and gently held Isabella's right hand. This little hand had no calluses at all. With this skin and this figure, who would believe that this person's son is already in his teens and older than William.

But Isabelle Adjani is also a wonderful person. The French are romantic.

According to Allen's understanding of the word romance, there should be a comma in the middle of romance. Wave is one meaning, slow is another meaning. They play in a very colorful way.

For example, falling in love is falling in love, and sleeping is sleeping. These are not the same thing, and they do not have to be done by the same person. When it comes to love, it is about the heart, and when it comes to sleeping, it is about the body.

And if these two are compatible, do you think they will get married next?

No, no, no, the person you’re marrying is the same as the previous two, not the same person.

Falling in love, sleeping, and getting married are three things that are more interesting than doing them with three or more different people.

Of course, ordinary people may not play so fancy, but ordinary people are just relatively simple.

This Isabelle Adjani, even though she has given birth to a child, she has never been married!

She only admitted that she had been in love before. As for the child, it was an unexpected result, a gift from God. Isn't it romantic?

…

Isabelle Adjani's eyes lit up when she heard Alan say he was going to university for further studies. She was just worried about having no common topics to talk about, and now she had one!

"Further study? What a coincidence! Ever since I finished filming Rodin's Lover in 1988, I was nominated for an Oscar for Best Actress but lost. I wanted to go for further study to improve myself, and finally I was admitted to the French National Theater. I have been studying for the past few years."

"oh?"

Alan looked Isabelle Adjani up and down. She was in her thirties, but just because she didn't win the Oscar for Best Actress for a movie, she could endure the pain and stop making movies for a few years and go to study. This woman is quite ambitious.

As for the movie "Rodin's Lover", it is a good movie! Very artistic and full of French style. As for the specific content of the story, it is very straightforward, just like the title!

Rodin is a person that everyone should be familiar with. His sculptures are very famous.

The sculpture called "The Thinker", in which the man is squatting on a stone pier, with his chin supported by one hand and his head down thinking, is the work of Rodin.

When a sculptor sculpts, he actually needs a model just like a painter.

In this film, Isabelle Adjani plays a lover who has been with Rodin since she was a girl, and then she also serves as his sculpture model. The story is bloody, but the movie is very good, mainly because Isabelle Adjani's figure is undoubtedly revealed in this movie, plump, but not fat, and glowing white...

…

Seeing that when she mentioned the movie title, Allen fell into deep thought, and then turned his head to look at herself, Isabella Adjani raised her head slightly, revealing her swan-like white neck, raised her right hand slightly, posed, and asked calmly: "Is my figure out of shape?"

"hehe……"

Alan laughed twice, looking openly at the figure under the tight skinny jeans. It was indeed wild... He felt a little embarrassed by asking so directly.

"Your outfit today is very nice, but it covers up part of your beauty. I can't see it clearly, which is a bit regrettable."

Isabella Adjani glanced at Alan with a smile on her face and said in a very charming voice: "It seems that you, Alan, like pure art and don't like haziness."

Tsk tsk tsk…

Listen, listen!

Alan was somewhat moved. This was the artistic environment of Europe and France. Look at how other people spoke. They liked pure art and did not like haziness.

This is art... this is a soulmate!

…

“It’s not that I only like pure art. Sometimes, I still have a strong desire to explore various types of art that I have never been exposed to.”

"Oh? What about me? Alan, do you have a desire to explore?"

"There is a little bit, but it's not clear. This is not a suitable place to explore."

Alan pulled Isabella Adjani towards him, lowered his head, and said in a low voice.

We are all adults, not novice. The process is not that important. What matters is the stream of consciousness. Once the eyes meet, just understand what they mean.

Right now... Alan really likes Isabella Adjani's character. She is very direct, but there is a hint of euphemism in her words. This feeling is very attractive.

"Then...where is the best place to explore?"

Isabella Adjani raised her head slightly, looked at Alan with eyes that seemed to be drawn, and asked in a very soft tone.

“…”

At this time, if Alan directly took out the key to the villa he had reserved, it would seem very silly. Although the atmosphere was right, it would still seem that he was well prepared, which was too deliberate and impolite.

Under such circumstances, I could only reluctantly speak: "Then... Ms. Isabella, can you recommend a restaurant? We should eat something first and talk while eating. I think... I should slowly explore you."

"Hahaha...you are a true gentleman."

When Isabella Adjani heard Alan's next arrangement, she chuckled and the blush on her face looked more obvious.

Being able to be calm and show full respect to ladies is what a gentleman does. Even though she teased him so much, Alan actually held back. This made Isabella Adjani have a higher impression of Alan. If a person is only good-looking but has poor quality, then he is not perfect. Isabella Adjani likes perfect things.

…

Isabella Adjani, who has given birth to a child, has not lost her figure at all. In fact, in Allen's opinion, this period is her golden period.

However, the only thing that disappointed Alan was that he thought Isabella Adjani was unusual, but when the time came, she still cried. This made Alan feel a little guilty.

You said that if you were really sad, we could stop and rest for a while, but since you were crying and didn't ask me to stop, what does that mean?

Master Allen is a gentleman!

Gentlemen should respect women. Should this stop now?

…

A little after ten the next morning, Alan leaned on the edge of the bathtub with his hands, looking at the beach outside the window. Today's sunrise looked extremely beautiful. This place was indeed as Luc Besson said, with few people, beautiful scenery and nice people.

Alan likes to just wake up in the morning and take a bath facing the morning glow. It's a pity that the old castle at home doesn't even have a big window. He is now looking forward to his new home. After the house is built, he can enjoy the feeling of taking a bath while looking at the scenery at home.

"What would you like to eat later?"

Isabella Adjani, wrapped in a bath towel, bent over and gently hugged Alan from behind and asked.

"What to eat?"

Alan leaned back, looked up at Isabella Adjani and said, "With you here, I'm not in the mood to eat anything else."

"Hahaha...you are awesome and a gentleman."

Isabella Adjani was no longer as bold as she was yesterday when she first met Alan. She seemed a little shy when she heard what Alan said and only gave a slight compliment.

"How great is it?"

Alan asked with a smile.

“…”

Isabella Adjani licked her lips. Alan's words stirred up a little in her calm heart. When she thought of last night...

…

Alan looked at Isabella Adjani's rosy face and suddenly remembered a very cold joke.

But considering the occasion, I decided not to say anything more.

Accompanied by the sound of splashing water, Alan stood up, pulled a bath towel, and prepared to take Isabella Adjani for another morning exercise.

Just as they were about to walk out of the bathroom, the bedside phone rang. Alan and Isabella Adjani looked at each other and walked to the phone. Who would call so early in the morning in this rented villa?

"Hello?"

"Alan! Where are you? Help me."

"Um?"

Alan moved the microphone slightly further away and looked at it with some confusion. Why did this voice sound a bit like Spencer's?

But compared to yesterday, why does Spencer's voice sound weak today?