Being brought to Simon alone, the woman in the black trench coat tried her best to maintain the confidence she had in the museum in the morning, but her little move of not even daring to look at a man still betrayed her inner embarrassment.
Putting the black cardboard box she had been holding on the round table, the woman turned to Simon and whispered: "Mr. Westeros, this is a gift from the principal to you. It is the olive meteorite from this morning. The principal said, Maybe a girl around you might need it.”
Simon saw the woman standing there after putting down the box, waiting for his instructions after saying that, like a white swan falling into a trap, he smiled, and opened the cardboard box himself. Inside was what Evgenia had seen in the morning. He picked up the piece of olive meteorite he wanted to use as jewelry and asked, "What's your name?"
"Nikita Monapova."
As the woman spoke, her hands were still folded in front of her unconsciously, similar to the common posture of a waiter waiting for orders. In fact, it obviously revealed her inner nervousness.
"Nikita, that's a great name."
Simon praised it and picked up the piece of olive meteorite to play with and appreciate it. It reminded him of Luc Besson's "Nikita" of the same name, which was produced in 1990. This time, it seemed that the butterfly had also dropped it. Obviously, the subsequent more famous TV series will also disappear as a result.
This time, Simon plans to use many of the classic female action film materials in his memory to fill in "Charlie's Angels", so although he thinks about it, he has no idea of remaking this series.
There is also Luc Besson, who previously collaborated with Disney, who was backed by Vivendi, on "The Fifth Element". This is exactly the same as before. After all, it was Besson's inspiration when he was very young. However, after the failure, the moment also fell silent.
As for the high-concept action movies that the other party is better at, New World Pictures and Blockbuster's New Line have been making them, and in recent years they have released a few fairly good series.
Therefore, there is no need to recruit the other party.
After being distracted for a moment, Simon heard the woman next to him subconsciously say 'thank you'. Simon looked over again and said with a smile: "Are you going to leave immediately, or are you going to sit down and have a cup of coffee together?"
There was obvious hesitation, but after a moment, the woman sat down.
After receiving the man's signal, he took the cup and poured himself a cup of coffee.
It was still the middle of winter, even in the relatively warm Black Sea Coast, and with the north wind blowing today, even though there was still sunshine, the temperature was not too high, so the woman unconsciously held the cup in her hands.
Then he realized what he was doing, and quickly changed to holding the cup with one hand, took a sip, and put it down carefully.
A blush appeared on her fair face unconsciously, spreading across her cheeks and going straight to her neck.
Because he discovered that the man had switched from looking at the meteorite to appreciating her face.
He lowered his head subconsciously, and then instinctively pushed the fallen light blond hair back so that it would not cover his face. After a pause, he finally thought of a topic: "Mr. Westeros, I don't think this meteorite is actually..." Suitable for jewelry.”
Simon smiled and asked: "What is it suitable for?"
"Just like in a museum, just appreciate it as an ornament. The olivine meteorite is really beautiful."
Simon raised the cantaloupe-sized meteorite still in his hand: "I also remembered it. As a collection in the museum, can I give it away to anyone?"
Hearing this question, Nikita Monabova subconsciously gave the man opposite a look of 'You know what you're asking', a bit like rolling her eyes. When she realized something was wrong, she lowered her head slightly again, brushed her hair, and said: " Mr. Westeros, you are different, you are a distinguished guest of our school."
"If I remember correctly," Simon smiled and looked at the woman opposite: "You just said that the meteorite was given to the girl around me. So, the question is, where is the gift your school gave me?"
The woman was speechless for a moment, the blush that was about to go down appeared again, her eyes flashed and she lowered her head.
Simon took a sip of the coffee in front of him, put the cup back on the table, and knocked: "Here, give me some more coffee."
Monapova stood up obediently, even though she clearly felt something was wrong, she still walked around some round tables and came to the man's side. As soon as she picked up the coffee pot, she felt an arm wrapped around her body, and a voice came: "You have a lot of trouble with you." Fragrant, what perfume are you using?”
She helped the man refill the coffee with stiff movements, inevitably spilling some. She put down the coffee pot, and the woman's small hand weakly rested on the big hand around her waist: "Mr. Westeros, please, don't do this, I, I've already Married and have two children."
Simon paused: "Oh, that's such a shame."
So continue.
He easily picked her up and put her on his lap. He looked at the woman's already red face and wanted to continue teasing her a few more words. When he found that it was unnecessary, he lowered his head and kissed her.
About an hour later, Simon got dressed under Natasha's service. He looked at the woman with only one head exposed on the big bed in the cabin bedroom, sat down on the bed again, and stroked the woman's still fair and rosy face. , with a soft voice: "As Simon Westeros' first lover on February 13, 2000, tomorrow is Valentine's Day. What gift do you want?"
Monapova did not answer the question immediately, but asked instead, with a hint of softness and lightness in her voice that she didn't know she had: "You're leaving soon, aren't you?"
"Well," Simon said with a smile, "Actually, you succeeded in delaying me for an hour."
Monapova curled her lips slightly and said clearly it was you. However, as a young female professor with two geological-related doctorates at Odessa University, she knew very well that she would not be able to catch this man. Thinking of what he just said , did not hesitate: "I want to divorce my husband, the two children must be mine, and then go to the United States to live. You, you have to give me living expenses."
The last sentence was obviously unconfident.
It's just common sense that if I go there alone, he will probably accept it. You must take your two children with you. Maybe the man will be disgusted by it, maybe.
"OK."
Simon was straightforward and did not ask for any details. He turned to Lipskin and said, "You heard me."
Natasha Lipskin nodded.
"Then," Simon lowered his head and kissed the woman's forehead again: "Goodbye."
The woman hummed, and took the initiative to raise her head slightly, trying to kiss the man, but was avoided, so she could only glare at him lightly.
Damn guy.
After bidding farewell to his first lover of the day, Simon went ashore, gave a brief explanation, and then drove to the international airport in the southwest suburbs of Odessa.
Entering the Boeing 767 cabin, another woman who had been waiting here in advance greeted her.
It's Tymoshenko.
In addition, five or six young girls were brought along, saying they were gifts for Simon. In fact, women just don’t want to bear the pain of being tormented by men alone.
Simon was "full of wine and food", so after setting off, he just talked about business with a woman who was becoming more and more popular in Ukraine, and watched a few carefully selected girls dance. When he arrived in North America, Simon got off the plane, and a group of big people Big and small returned the same way.