The seven emotions and six desires are all my nourishment

Chapter 346: Little Pigeon of Hollywood 10

"Oh, this elegant and beautiful lady, you have really good taste, John is really great!" The little pigeon looked at the somewhat dazed woman with shining eyes.

Little Pigeon smiled brightly, took the woman's hands, and proudly introduced herself, "Beautiful lady, my name is Little Pigeon. Daddy gave me the name. It represents peace! Isn't it wonderful?"

"It's so cold, let's go back to the house and talk! Please let me give you a gift for our first meeting!"

The woman was originally fair-skinned, but after being teased by the little pigeon, her face suddenly turned red.

John's face flushed red. He stood up and waved his hands anxiously, stammering to the woman, "No! No! No!"

"Ms. Sophie Marceau, I didn't, I didn't mean that, I didn't say that, please don't misunderstand me!"

The woman blushed and glared at him secretly, and John's face turned even redder!

"Little pigeon! You...you misunderstood! Oh! My God!" John took a deep breath, pulled the little pigeon over and explained.

"This is my good friend, Ms. Sophie Marceau Brandon. She's an excellent writer and screenwriter. I asked her to help you realize your dream of becoming a star!"

The little pigeon was visibly disappointed for a moment, then her brilliance returned. However, she still sighed, looked at the two of them and said, "But you two are really a good match. Can't you continue to develop your relationship?"

John's face was about to burst with redness, and he covered her chattering mouth.

Sophie Marceau burst out laughing at this. She took the little pigeon's hand and said, "Dear little pigeon, John has praised you to me many times. Today I see that you are indeed so adorable."

The little pigeon broke away from John, "Yes ma'am, Daddy is right, but please still consider John, he is really good~"

John was so embarrassed that his toes were about to tear his soles. He grabbed a handful of hair and laughed dryly. "Haha, Sophie Marceau, let's go to the study and talk. I prepared some black tea for you. It tastes very mellow!"

Sophie Marceau lifted her skirt towards John and said, "It's my honor."

She held the little pigeon in her hand, touched her head, and said with a smile, "Your suggestion is very good, but ladies should be more reserved to appear more elegant."

The little pigeon's eyes lit up, "Hehehe, I understand. I will urge John. He is a little clumsy in this area, please don't mind."

"But he's very caring. Look, he's even prepared some black tea for you. Let's go and have some!"

The conversation between the two made John blush and his heart beat fast, and smoke seemed to come out of his head!

The two of them ignored him and just left him there, holding hands and kissing each other as they returned to the study.

John stood there for a long time, slapped his face hard, took several deep breaths in the heavy snow, and finally got rid of some of the heat. Then, he walked back to the study slowly with embarrassment.

At the door, John heard the little pigeon's words.

"Ms. Sophie Marceau, I'm pleasantly surprised and surprised by your arrival. I'm also very happy that Daddy loves me so much. I'm really very lucky."

"I've considered all the issues you mentioned, so don't worry. You should have heard my story from Daddy before."

"But since you're here, listen to the story from my perspective~"

The adult and the child were chatting happily in the study, and Sophie Marceau was surprised by the little pigeon's intelligence.

After all, what she said was cruel and realistic. The United States would not let a third-class citizen play the female lead.

This time she came just to give face to John, the fool, and coax the child.

But the little pigeon not only understood what she said, but also had her own ideas, and these ideas made her interested in a deeper conversation.

Listening to the story from the little pigeon's perspective shows that John is a person with such great love, without any national boundaries, only pure faith and kindness.

John's perspective is to praise how smart and pitiful the little pigeon is, and how terrible the war is. His story gives people a boring feeling. The two are different.

John was already crying at the door. After making the sign of the cross, he sighed inwardly and repented, "Oh! My God, the little dove's image of me is so great, but I haven't done anything. This makes me ashamed."

The more Sophie Marceau listened to the little pigeon, the more interesting it became. She was already overflowing with inspiration. She put down her teacup and picked up a pen to start writing.

The little pigeon is very good at telling stories. She is about a little girl who has never felt happiness or stability.

When she was threatened with death, she met a hairy monster who gave her love.

The story she told was humorous and interesting, yet also thought-provoking, and the cruelty of the war background was revealed bit by bit as the two of them got along.

This made Sophie Marceau obsessed. She kept writing with her pen and didn't even notice when John came in.

That day, Sophie Marceau did not leave, but sat in the study in this position and wrote all night.

After she finished writing the first draft and rubbed her sore wrist, she realized that it was already dawn!

"Oh my god, I haven't felt this good in ages! If this story were made into a film, it would definitely be a huge hit!"

Sophie Marceau stood up from her chair excitedly, holding the manuscript. Her movement caused the cloak that she had put on her body at some point to fall off.

Sophie Marceau was stunned. She picked up the man's cloak and touched it, a smile flashing in her eyes.