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"Your Chinese is really good." At the end of the interview, the reporter put away his notebook and praised sincerely.

"Your French is also good." Jacques d'Estaing replied politely, "Have you ever lived in France? The accent is very pure."

"I studied for a master's degree in France." The little reporter shrank his head in embarrassment, "You have never lived in China, and you can speak Chinese so well, it is really amazing."

"Thank you." Jacques smiled, "But I have Chinese friends by my side."

"Is it Director Zhao?" The little reporter was also a gossip guy, so he made a joke.

"It's not just him, but Zhao is indeed my closest friend."

Leaving the interview room, Jacques went straight to the underground parking lot. A silver-gray Lexus was parked by the elevator: "Go home?" In the driver's seat, Zhao Wenyan put down his phone and raised his eyebrows at Jacques beside the car.

"Go home." Jacques opened the door.

"What do you think?" Jacques suddenly said before getting off the car.

"What I'm more curious about now is why you came back to me suddenly." Zhao Wenyan said, "I thought you and Bella's children got along well. "The Godson" is a good movie and deserves a Cesar Award."

"We broke up." Jacques said lightly, "We used to cooperate very happily, but have you ever let go of Hobbs?"

The corners of Zhao Wenyan's mouth tightened for a moment at the mention of that name, and for a moment, he said coldly: "Since you know it well, you should understand that I won't agree to you, and..." He looked at him without adding any words Concealed indifference and meanness, "If you want to find someone to make do with, don't find me!"

After a moment of tension, Jacques suddenly laughed softly.He unbuckled his seat belt, grabbed Zhao Wenyan's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "I love you, Zhao."

Zhao Wenyan turned his head sideways, his eyes obviously dodged.Jacques forced his face away, tracing the face with his eyes.

It's the same guy, he thought.

That dark and mean "Le Tartuffe" (1), who hides his thoughts heavily, is so ugly and so charming.Many people like him and even admire him, but he loves his cold and good-looking appearance very much, and also loves the cold and selfish soul under the surface.They are so alike.Even if this love is not reciprocated, even if he meets someone better, he will never give up on this man.

Their faces were extremely close, and any closer would be a kiss.Such an easy thing to achieve, but Jacques shook his head and let him go.

Zhao Wenyan took out a tissue and wiped vigorously where Jacques had just touched it.

Their relationship is too special, it is the third type besides friends and lovers, but it is precisely this kind of inexplicable and weird relationship that allows him to have someone who can face each other with their true faces without worrying about the consequences.

They are the same kind of people, they also represent that sick, exploitative world, the only difference is that Jacques is magnanimous, but he avoids it.

"You're wrong. I didn't come to you for the sake of making ends meet." Jacques waited for him to lose his breath before slowly opening his mouth, "We are the only ones who should be together in this world. Whether I have met Gary or not .”

"Oh?" Zhao Wenyan raised his eyebrows.

His facial features are blunt, even if he raises his eyebrows, there is no meanness, but no matter how gentle his face is, he is defeated by the overly cold eyes.

It was as warm and moist as jade, but it was a piece of cold jade, and all the coldness was in the eyes.When looking sideways at people, the coldness is particularly obvious.

"Because we are the same kind of people, we can keep each other warm." Jacques had an undisguised obsession and fanaticism in his eyes, "We are God's outcasts, dark, selfish, extremely ruthless, loving someone is also doomed to be abandoned. The only thing God has given us is talent, and only on this road can we not be abandoned. In this world, I am the most like you. Being with me is your last chance for happiness, you understand, Zhao."

"You know what happiness I want!" Zhao Wenyan finally couldn't control it. He grabbed Jacques by the collar and gritted his teeth without thinking about his demeanor. "I'm not like you! I have my lover! I can talk to him Together! With him, I can be truly happy, instead of finding someone to live my whole life like you!"

It was such subconscious venting, as if every word came from the heart, Jacques looked at him, but laughed again, his eyes were playful, and it seemed to be pity:

"Don't beautify your love, Zhao." Jacques said quietly, "You said you loved him, but I still remember that you almost drove your first love crazy."

(1) Hypocrite, hater