Stendhal Syndrome [Entertainment]

After learning the news that Brandon had left, Mo Ci was the one to pick him up in person. A good courteous person should be careful and careful. This is the wise saying he heard from Bei Ran, who was a prodigal son before, although the other party did not Really carefully chased who, with arms spread out, some people threw themselves into their arms.

Mo Ci drove that not-too-obtrusive sand-white Cayenne over here. This car hasn't been in an accident yet, and it's staying there. He was a little bit embarrassed when he saw it, and he didn't know the damage to the "over there" car. To a certain extent, if it is not repaired well, it will turn from more than 200 million yuan into a pile of scrap copper and rotten iron that can be disassembled and sold.

When Meroving came out of the hotel, he saw Mo Ci leaning on the car waiting for him wearing sunglasses. He was tall and elegant, with long hair tied behind his back, a black T-shirt and trousers, and a pair of shiny shoes on his feet. The high-top Martin boots attracted many people's attention, far surpassing the tree full of flowers behind it.

Beautiful scenery, BMW fragrant car.

"Lance, you are here." Mo Ci smiled when he saw him, opened the trunk and put the other party's suitcase in, "Let's go, get in the car."

"Your friend left in such a hurry?" Mo Ci closed the car door.

Meroving said while fastening his seat belt, "Yeah, he's going back to France to meet his girlfriend, so he left in a hurry."

In a hurry to meet your girlfriend?I guess it was driven back by you.

Mo Ci thought so in his heart, but on the surface he just fastened his seat belt, "Well, it seems like a good thing to be with your girlfriend, but don't you?"

"there is nothing?"

"Girlfriend or boyfriend? Or something else that doesn't feel like an intimate relationship."

Other intimate relationships that are not as close as this?

Does it refer to his own emotional choice?

"No, I didn't."

"Oh. That's it," Mo Ci stopped the car at a red light, turned his head to look at him, with a smile on his face and charming eyes.

"That's good news. After all, I didn't tell you before that I was quite authoritarian when I was making movies, and I would habitually think that actors are my property."

Meroving also laughed, "Really? No wonder you didn't tell me until after signing the contract."

"What we say here is getting on a thief's boat. It's hard to think about it." Mo Ci said, just as the red light stopped, he turned his head and started the car.

But he felt that Merovingian did not want to get off the ship either.

Mo Ci thinks so.

It doesn't matter if it's a thief ship or not, here is his treasure.

Merovingian thought so.

Mo Ci took Mo Luowen to dinner. This restaurant was still "over there". Yu Chu took him to eat. I order the crabmeat tofu every time.

"When we first met you said you were an art dealer?"

"Yes." Merovingian put his forearm on the table, watching Mo Ci raised his hand and touched the flowers in the slender white porcelain vase on the table, which was the same as the flowers on the tree outside the hotel today. They are exactly the same, the small lavender flowers are matched with the branches that look a little rough, which is very in line with the aesthetic tendency of ancient China, clean and lonely.

In fact, when he was at the entrance of the hotel just now, he saw a small flower falling on Mo Ci's hair. His hair is as pure as this white porcelain vase, and the lavender flower on the black background is also beautiful and romantic. state.

He saw it, but he didn't reach out to help him take it off. After all, it didn't matter if it was inappropriate, and now he saw it again, and it was a pity.

"You want to ask me to help you buy paintings?"

Mo Ci laughed, and withdrew his hand from touching Hua, "Lance, look at you, I just asked, you want to do business with me."

"It's better to make some money, otherwise, when you see someone you like, you can really only say 'I like you', and you can't even give gifts."

His phrase "I like you" was in Chinese, and his pitch was wild that day, but practice makes perfect today.

It looks pretty good.

Mo Ci laughed in his heart.

Whether it is pretending not to speak Chinese or pretending to be poor, Cecilia must not know that her brother claims to rely on money from selling paintings to make ends meet.

"If it's your sentence 'I like you', it is probably more effective than how many gifts other people send." Mo Ci blinked, "Naturally, a good person is good in every way, especially if you feel good. People, blinded by a leaf, really can't find any shortcomings."

Merovingian sighed, "You are better at sweet talk than too many people."

"It could be a talent, like every city has its own talent, like Venice."

"Venice? Do you like it very much?" After all, he thought that Mo Ci would use some more familiar cities as examples, such as Pingjing, or Paris, but he did the opposite and suddenly mentioned Venice.

Mo Ci propped his chin, and tapped his cheek, "Well, it's okay now, but I think I'll like it in the future."

Strange but unexpectedly suitable for Mo Ci's logic.

Merovingian thought so.

Maybe he should get to know Venice seriously. If Mo Ci thinks he will like it in the future, then he hopes that the factor that makes him change is himself.

Doesn't that make sense?Because of one person, the favorability of a city has been enhanced.

At this time, the waiter happened to come to serve the dishes. The first course was the tofu with crab noodles that Mo Ci specially ordered. "You can try this, it's not bad."

"it is good."

After the food was served and the waiter left, Mo Ci began to explain the script to Meroving while eating, and suddenly got stuck after talking for a long time.

"what happened?"

"Oh, it's nothing." Mo Ci smiled, "I just suddenly felt that it's not good for me to talk about work with you here for the first time we have dinner together. Let's change the topic."

"Actually, I'd like to talk to you about this." Meroving picked up a piece of smoked fish, which had a slightly sweet taste, but he didn't dislike the taste. Compared with the crab powder tofu recommended by Mo Ci, he thought it was better Something to suit his taste. "And in your eyes, this should not be something that can be described and carried by just taking work."

"Not for me, but for you, this is a job. I can't judge others by my standards." Mo Ci said, "Share Lance with me, your hometown, I want to know."

"Yes." Meroving said, "Lance's champagne is very good, I can even say that it carries the world's champagne industry."

Mo Ci listened to his words and kept his eyes fixed on him, but in fact he was focused on two things.

"Half of it is pastoral and half is city. As the coronation place of several generations of kings, this place used to be extremely prosperous. Although it no longer has the prosperity under the religious rule of the past, it still has the unique charm brought by history."

The reason why he got stuck just now was not that he felt that it was inappropriate to talk about movies at this time. After all, it was difficult for him to avoid topics related to movies at any time. This was his lifelong love.He got stuck because he found out that Meroving hadn't eaten the crabmeat tofu except for the first bite.

"When it comes to religion, of course, you can't avoid mentioning Reims Angel Cathedral. The first French king to be baptized here was Glovis. From then on, they believed that they could keep their rights in Reims. The rose window of the church is very beautiful. King's Gallery with statues of kings."

So, Yu Chu actually didn't like this.

Yes he likes this.

It was the other party who ordered and ate with him every time according to his taste, making him think that Yu Chu himself liked it too.

"Although part of the statue was damaged during the French Revolution and World War I, it has been remade now. If you don't know it, it looks like a real one."

This was just a love affair between the other party, but he didn't know and didn't pay attention.

Suddenly, I feel a little guilty, and I feel sore pain in my heart.

It is right to love him more and treat him better.

Otherwise, how can I be willing.

"Lance has a special festival called Joan of Arc's Day. This festival is to commemorate that lady. There are many people disguised for sex activities. They will take you back to medieval France. The team ends with a parade The carriages, with the band and choir, are longer each year than the previous."

"Of course Lance is very good. I know the champagne there is very good. If there is a chance, I would like to go there again." Mo Ci said in a low and gentle tone.

"I can be your tour guide then."

"Of course, I'm going to Lance, and it must be when you are here."

After eating, Mo Ci took Meroving and drove home, and a car followed them on the road.

Meroving took another look through the rearview mirror, and then said to Mo Ci, "There is a car following us."

"I found out, it looks like a paparazzi." Mo Ci turned the steering wheel, "I'm used to being chased by cars. What they say, oh, Mo Ci alone can support half of the entertainment industry." Circle of paparazzi."

"It doesn't sound like a good thing or a bad thing."

"It's really hard to say, it can't explain anything except my strong sense of existence."

Mo Ci stepped on the accelerator while talking, and it took a few minutes to successfully shake off the car behind him.

Mo Ci drove the car and said with a smile, "If they took the photo, then it is very likely that you will be on the news with me in a while, and the topic is probably that Mo Ci went back to his villa after a sweet date with a mysterious man. But this is nothing, after all, they can edit nearly a hundred pieces of this kind of news every year."

"Is there no real news?"

"Well, yes," Mo Ci said, "After all, you can know what kind of person I am if you just get to know me casually. If you use the evaluation standards of ordinary people, I am quite casual in my relationship. The people around me are constantly changing. , so out of a hundred fake stories, there are probably thirty or forty ones that are true.”

At this time, Mo Ci had already driven the car into the community, and the speed naturally slowed down, "But don't worry, I won't treat the destined protagonists I chose by myself, and I won't treat those people with the same attitude."

"What?" Meroving felt as if he understood Mo Ci's words, but he didn't seem to understand.

"Oh, maybe I didn't explain clearly." Mo Ci stopped the car and looked at him sideways. "I'll be more sincere. It's just that I asked you if you have a boyfriend or girlfriend. It's not because of the dictatorship of the director. I just want to pursue you."

"So, Mr. Lance Meroving, do you want to think about it?"