Chapter 176

Scarlett Johnson was obviously a little stunned. She didn't expect the other party to recognize herself so quickly in such a dark screening hall.

Facing Tracy's sunny and polite smile, Scarlett smiled at him, nodded, and then took off her hat. Now that they have been recognized, there is no need to hide their identity.

These days, because "lost in Tokyo" is very popular, she is often recognized by some fans. The reason why I wear a hat is to avoid some unnecessary trouble.

The hat came off, and the blond hair with curls scattered on her shoulders. Scarlett combed her hair with her fingers, then sat upright and looked back on the screen.

She did not know that the handsome young man who had just recognized her was secretly looking at her.

The widowed sister who is less than 20 is now taking a youthful literary style, with a Book temperament, and her exquisite face does not lose the sexy charm. Many people say that widowed sister is a combination of sexy and lovely, and it doesn't violate it at all.

Tracy looked at it from top to bottom at such a close distance.

Tut Tut, it's developing very well.

Tracy rubbed her chin and looked at her for a long time before she came back and focused on the screen again.

However, while watching the film, I will use my spare light to compare the characters in the film with each other from time to time.

Renault's violent drink made her boyfriend honest, but now he's ready to move again.

He seems unwilling to give up the opportunity to get along with his widowed sister alone and wants to show himself.

But he didn't know that his widowed sister didn't call him. Now he was even a little angry. He implicated himself in exposing his identity. My sister's patience is almost to the limit. She doesn't even bother to perfunctory him.

I really shouldn't agree to the British invitation. It's too wordy.

My sister has regretted her original decision and agreed to watch her own film with this little British director.

The British man's name is Stephen Norrington, 39, from London, England. When I was young, I worked as a makeup artist, then transformed into an actor and screenwriter, and slowly became a director and producer.

His representative works include "Heaven falling soldiers", "blade soldiers", etc. this time, he came to the exhibition with his work "LXG gentlemen's League".

In Britain, his fame is not small, but it is dwarfed by Hollywood.

In Tracy's memory, there is no impression of the this man. It is undoubtedly a small director.

"I say, sir, do you have to let me remind you a second time?" Tracy interrupted him by pointing at each other's shoulder.

Stephen Norrington's body stiffened and an angry look flashed on his face. He turned expressionless and looked at Tracy, "it's your turn..."

It's none of your business. Before the last three words were said, Renault stared back with wide eyes.

Shivering all over, he subconsciously took back his eyes. Is he great with his bodyguard? He really has no quality.

"Oh, egghead."

Tracy smiled disdainfully and ignored each other.

Renault whispered in Tracy's ear and asked, "boss, do you want to teach him a lesson secretly?"

"No, we are civilized people."

"..." the boss is holding back again. Renault feels his back cold.

As time goes by, the film ends after the male and female protagonists hug each other. Everyone who watched the film felt sorry for the male and female protagonists. The two people who loved each other couldn't come together in the end. This outcome was unacceptable.

Having this feeling after watching Lost in Tokyo proves that Sophia Coppola has become. It is often regret that makes people remember better, isn't it.

After watching the movie, Tracey left his mouth open, and he couldn't help but Tucao. The director was absolutely make complaints about the young woman. The male and female protagonists took off their pants and went to bed. They only talked about the ideal of life.

With the end of the film, the lights in the screening hall lit up. The applause lasted for a few seconds, and everyone began to leave.

Many fans found that Scarlett Johnson came up one after another to ask for an autograph. My sister met their requirements one by one with a smile.

Stephen Norrington stood quietly beside her until he left the screening hall. He looked at his watch and said, "Scarlett, the time is just right. I know a good restaurant. How about going together."

Facing his invitation, my sister was also a little embarrassed. At this time, her phone rang. I looked at him and answered the phone.

"Hi, Sophia, I'm here at the film exhibition center... Uh huh, OK, I'll come right away."

Sophia Coppola called, which just solved her urgent need. After she hung up the phone, she smiled apologetically at Stephen Norrington, "sorry, Norrington. Sophia, they are waiting for me. I'll go right now. Next time I have a chance..."

"Oh? Where are they waiting for you? I can go with you. At the same time, I also want to know director Coppola." Stephen Norrington interrupted my sister's declined words with a smile and put forward his own ideas shamelessly.

The expression on my sister's face froze. Why is this man so shameless? Is this trying to make me angry.

My sister's face became overcast and her anger rose in her heart. However, after looking around, she still reduced her anger. She didn't continue to talk nonsense with Stephen Norrington and turned away.

Although my sister looks very easy to get along with, in fact, her temper is not small. Otherwise, there are reporters everywhere, she would have turned her face long ago.

Stephen Norrington didn't seem to see the change of my sister. He followed up like a follower.

"Boss, this man has a thick skin."

"Yes, I've never seen such a brazen man. Let's go and we'll follow."

“.…….”

My sister's conversation with Stephen Norrington fell into the ears of Tracy and Renault who stood on one side. Even Renault couldn't see that the man was shameless, and Tracy didn't see it.

Tracy and Renault quietly followed them into an Italian restaurant. Tracy's idea is very simple. He just wants to know my widowed sister. Such a good opportunity can't be wasted.

"Welcome, do you gentlemen have reservations?" a waiter came over and asked Tracy with a smile after entering the door.

"With them," Tracy naturally raised her hand and pointed to the widow walking in.

Then he took Renault past the waiter.

Boss, what are you doing.

Renault, who followed behind, was a little embarrassed by Tracy's behavior.