Chapter 2643 Perfect

When Paris was gradually shrouded in darkness, Feng Yiping and his party had already arrived on a cruise ship on the Seine River.

Looking at the crowd of men and women behind him, Feng Yiping said to himself, isn't this work?

If I really wanted to do something, would I make such a big show of it?

But he quickly diverted his attention.

I have to say that seeing Paris on a boat is just like seeing New York on a yacht on the Hudson River with Lauder early last month. It feels very different.

Children will really enjoy this experience.

Hearing the movement from the gangway, he turned around and saw Marion Cotillard handing the windbreaker to the waiter and walking towards this side with a smile.

This is a very beautiful beauty with a very kind smile. "Feng," she said in a friendly tone, as if she and Feng Yiping were old acquaintances, but in fact, this was the first time they had met.

But she did it very naturally, making Feng Yiping feel like they were old friends.

She came over with the spring breeze, like a spring breeze, that should be what it meant.

"Hello, Miss Cotillard," Feng Yiping held hands with her and said, "You are so beautiful tonight!"

Her dress is actually very simple, a little black dress and big red lips.

Of course, for these female stars, the seemingly simple but brilliant looks are actually not simple at all.

"Thank you," Cotillard's smile became even brighter, "Feng, I also have to thank you for your proposal to let me star in this movie,"

"No, I should be the one thanking you for participating in our movie," Feng Yiping smiled and brought over two glasses of wine, "Please,"

As her first film with a female protagonist after winning the Oscar for Best Actress, "Inception" will naturally attract more people's attention.

"Thank you, cheers," Cotillard smiled and touched him.

"Cheers," Feng Yiping gestured, and the cruise ship started to move slowly.

The two of them held the wine glasses and walked to the side of the boat. The river water was happily lapping at the hull of the boat, splashing with waves.

“I love Paris at night,” Cotillard said.

Feng Yiping looked at the beautiful scenery on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, "I like it very much too,"

Paris at night looked demure and gentle, making him think of someone as unappetizing as Bertrand Delanoe.

"Are you familiar with Paris?" Cotillard asked.

"It seems that I only had dinner on the Eiffel Tower once," Feng Yiping said, pointing to the brightly lit Eiffel Tower over there, "but I never went deep into it."

"Paris is a city worth savoring," Cotillard twirled his wine glass.

It was not the first time for her to swim the Seine River at night, but it was the first time for her to swim the Seine River at night with such a young, famous, and super-rich man from China.

Feng Yiping smiled, "I know that Paris is a very beautiful city, so I have always kept a safe distance from her, because if you get too close and know too much, you may discover something that will make you happy." An unappetizing thing,"

“What some politicians do is really disgusting,” Cotillard said immediately.

Feng Yiping didn't expect that she actually understood what she was referring to, and was a little surprised, "Now I realize that I may have thought wrong. After going deeper, I can find more beauties."

"Haha," Cotillard covered his mouth, "Are you complimenting me?"

Feng Yiping raised his glass and said, "Of course,"

"Thank you," Cotillard smiled, and the music just started playing. She took the wine glass from Feng Yiping's hand, "Let's dance."

Feng Yiping couldn't refuse, didn't want to refuse, and couldn't refuse her proposal, because this was part of his job tonight.

In fact, Cotillard had no intention of asking for his consent. Who would not cooperate if a beautiful woman asked her to dance?

"I'm really not very proficient in this aspect,"

"Really?" Cotillard smiled and picked up Feng Yiping's hand, holding one and putting the other on his waist. "So Feng, you are also not proficient in something?"

"Yes, for example, I must not have children,"

"Hahahaha," Cotillard didn't cover her mouth this time, her smile echoing in the bridge arch, "Should I praise you for your humor, or should I say you are proud?"

"A proud guy with a sense of humor?"

"Giggle," Cotillard laughed so hard that he put his head on Feng Yiping's chest.

At this time, people sightseeing on the arch bridge also noticed something unusual about the cruise ship passing by. "Marion Cotillard?" Someone called out uncertainly, and then saw Cotillard's raised face, and finally After making sure that he saw it accurately, he shouted excitedly, "Marion Cotillard!" "Marion Cotillard, she's on the boat below,"

There was a sudden commotion on the bridge. People on both sides ran towards the middle and towards them. They raised their mobile phones or cameras and shouted at the cruise ship, "Marion!" "Cotillard!"

Cotillard held Feng Yiping's arm, resting her head naturally on his chest, smiling sweetly towards the bridge, and waving gently from time to time. Suddenly, the bridge became more lively.

Such movement even attracted people on the arch bridge in front to look this way.

On the arch bridge they had just passed, someone jumped up enthusiastically and pointed at the people on the arch bridge in front of them at the cruise ship that was sailing towards them. The people in front immediately understood that there was something lively to see.

As the boat slowly approached, they also exclaimed, "Wow, Marion Cotillard!"

I have to say that the signature of the Oscar for Best Actress is really Hibiki.

Immediately, the arch bridge became lively, and flashes of light rang out.

Feng Yiping looked at Cotillard, and Cotillard smiled and looked at Feng Yiping. They all knew that some of the flashes on the bridge were from reporters who had been contacted.

Just as they were about to drive across the arch bridge, suddenly, a female voice shouted, "Feng Yiping?"

I don't know if it was because the voice was too loud, or too excited, or it felt too unbelievable, but the voice was a little broken.

Feng Yiping was sure that this was not in the script.

He certainly couldn't act, but as a senior audience who had watched all kinds of movies, as a big boss with many film companies, he was still qualified as a critic.

That voice just now, although it was very short, only three words, but the various emotions contained in that voice were real, natural, full, and vivid... If it were to be performed, it was estimated that only people of Marion Cotillard's level could perform to that level.

He looked up and saw a Chinese girl with glasses and long black hair, holding the arm of the boy next to her tightly, looking at him nervously. When she saw him raise his head and the familiar smile on his face, the girl jumped up with joy, "Feng Yiping!" She pointed at Feng Yiping and shouted again.

While shouting, she proudly looked at those people on the bridge who were only paying attention to Marion Cotillard and said in English, "That's Feng Yiping!"

Those guys who were originally only paying attention to the beauty, now also paid some attention to the man next to the beauty. Even the French who stubbornly thought that French was the most beautiful and best language in the world, most of them were clear enough to pronounce the Chinese "Feng" at this time.

Because there is such a dazzling "Feng" in the world!

When they finally confirmed it, many young men and women immediately became agitated, no longer caring about the new best actress at the Oscars, and shouted loudly, "Feng!" "Feng!"

"Look, they are chasing," Cotillard said, pointing to those who were chasing the cruise ship on the shore, without any intention of being overshadowed.

She knew very well that she and Feng Yiping were idols in two different senses, and Feng Yiping's inspiration to young people around the world was something that could never be compared to their industry.

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Looking at the excited people on another bridge, Cotillard, who was having dinner with Feng Yiping at the table at the bow, asked with a smile, "What do you think?"

"It's like a dream," Feng Yiping said, "I'm actually having dinner with a beauty like you on a cruise ship on the Seine?"

"I should be the one to say this, I'm actually having dinner with Feng on a cruise ship on the Seine?" Cotillard raised his glass.

"Haha, cheers!"

The river was gurgling, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and the breeze blew Cotillard's long hair and skirt. The lights on both sides were reflected in the Seine, colorful and romantic. In the deep night sky, the Eiffel Tower stood tall, and it felt like I was in two different worlds, but it made me look very close to the people on the opposite side...

The spring breeze everywhere was intoxicating!

"Congratulations on our movie," Feng Yiping raised his glass.

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For Paris Mayor Bertrand Delanoe, this was also an intoxicating night. He was having dinner with his new boyfriend at this time. The atmosphere was equally romantic until he saw the message and the photo of Feng Yiping and Cotillard having dinner on the cruise ship.

No time to meet me, but time to have dinner with a female star?

Is this what you call busy?

He suddenly felt that even the young handsome guy opposite him was so disgusting...