England 1986

Chapter 116 This Feeling Comes Up With Just a Scratch

And in the bedroom next door to where he was filming?

Turning his head to look at the surprisingly few crew members tonight, Hugh Grant felt a little weird.

What are these people up to?
When Allen brought Monica to the shooting scene, there were relatively few people, only Sifis and an employee were waiting for Allen.

"Young master. I'm all ready. I just did a test shoot. It seems that the acting is okay."

"What's alright?"

In the field of art, it's OK or it's not!

No one can stop Master Allen's pursuit of art!

"Let's continue later, don't worry about me, just watch for me."

Holding Monica's hand, under Monica's confused eyes, Allen led her quietly around the filming crew, put his index finger in front of his mouth, and signaled them not to stand up and salute. Got it.

When Alan finally came to the bedroom, Monica seemed to recall a little bit, a little shy, and said nervously: "What's so interesting here."

With the door closed, the light outside the window was still on, which did not affect the visibility inside the house very much. Although it was a bit dark, it could still be seen clearly.

Allen put his arms around Monica gently and said, "Isn't it fun just the two of us?"

This is just pretending, really think that Allen is a gentleman all the time?

When fishing and waiting, you have to be patient, take your time, and don’t rush or rush, but when pulling the fish to the bait, you have to be as fast as thunder, and slowly, the fish will run!

Without giving Monica time to think, Alan's right hand went from being around his waist to sliding down.

Grant squatted in the corner of the study, holding a notebook in his hand. This notebook contained his diary, which could also be said to be his modus operandi.

His wife likes to cheat, but he loves his wife very much, and he can't bear the family to break up like this.

But he loves and hates the person his wife cheated on.

Love.
It's because he finds it very exciting every time he discovers and peeps at his wife's cheating.

Years of marriage have caused the husband and wife to lose their original passion, and their relationship has become very dull.

But his wife's cheating behavior seems to have injected new vitality into his life.

but.
Every time he finishes peeping, he feels guilty and humiliated again.

When these two feelings add up, he can't help but make a move and secretly kill his wife's cheating partner.

But everything he did was secretly and quietly.

Every time her wife thinks that the cheating partner has gone to other places, and then she will change to a new cheating partner.

This seems to be a little tacit understanding between the husband and wife.

Hugh Grant recalled the script of this movie, and felt that it was too perverted, and the three views almost exploded, but the background of the story was placed in a place like the United States.

Think about it and think it's reasonable
Their life over there is very stressful, and it doesn't seem strange to do anything.

In addition, Hugh Grant is indeed as Allen thought, because of the last movie he participated in, his psychology has not even come out a little bit, that is-it has not been straightened, and there are some bends.

Therefore, the emotions generated by being given a cuckold production line by his wife, the feelings of humiliation, stimulation, and moral violation are not strong enough.

Even though he took a shot just now, Hugh Grant almost felt like he was in a hurry. Although the photographer kept comforting him, the more anxious he was, the more he couldn't feel it.

Thinking about the plot of the script, Hugh Grant was ready to brew emotions again, but suddenly.

There seemed to be some strange noises coming from the bedroom across the wall.

The filming location where Grant is located, because it is newly built, only pays attention to the appearance and some internal decoration styles. It has done a lot of surface work, but what is inside?
That's what happened.

Small details such as sound insulation of the house were not considered at all. Anyway, this kind of house was demolished after the shooting, saving as much as possible.

There is only one wall separating the study room from the bedroom. The plasterboard wall is covered with only one layer of wallpaper. It looks thick, but the actual wall thickness is only a few centimeters.

Coupled with the fact that the position where he was squatting happened to be next to the bedside in the next bedroom, the intermittent sound came very clearly.

Several other crew members could even faintly hear it, but Hugh Grant heard it most clearly because he was the closest.

In the next bedroom, there was a slight sound of banging against the wall, and there were intermittent female moans.

Hearing this voice, Hugh Grant frowned slightly. He seemed to have heard this voice before.
Hugh Grant, who was not particularly sure, shifted his position slightly, leaning his back against the wall, and listened.

This time the voice was clearer. I don't know if it was because the woman's voice became higher, or because he moved his position.

Glancing at the several crew members present, they acted as if they hadn't heard the movement at all. Hugh Grant suddenly remembered what Siphis said, and His Excellency Allen will rest in the bedroom next to him tonight.

But
Sir Alan is not a man.
Without giving Hugh Grant any more time to think, the female voice next door became louder, and he clearly heard the voice of "Alan. Take it easy."

Isn't this voice Monica?
My wife in this movie? !
hiss.
Thinking of this, Hugh Grant instinctively felt angry.

He and Monica have been together for more than half a month!

Under the substitution of identity, although he has not done anything outrageous, there is still a little bit of emotion.

now
His "wife" is next door, and Monica can make that sound, and I know what she's doing after thinking about it!

When I remembered that His Excellency Alan was next door, he was lying on top of Monica, and the two of them were having a biology class, while he was squatting in the study room, and the camera on the opposite side was still facing him.

Hugh Grant subconsciously even slowed down his breathing.

His Excellency Allen couldn't afford to offend him, which reminded Hugh Grant of the story of the first night power that the ancient English lords liked to play.

Such a thing is similar to the current scene!

The husband is outside, listening to his wife's voice inside the house, it seems painful and refreshing.

This feeling.
Hugh Grant was instantly on the scene.

He finally knew what Mr. Sifis meant by His Excellency Allen's painstaking efforts for him.

This feeling can be substituted even if you come here alone!

It's too painful, not only painful, but when I think about it and I can't offend the other party, I can only listen, and the sense of humiliation comes again.

And
Hugh Grant's professionalism as an actor exploded at this moment. He diverted his thinking and secretly comforted himself. Not everyone could hear His Excellency Allen doing such a thing at such a close distance. Think about it. It's so exciting!

The mentality that fits the characters in the plot all appeared in Hugh Grant in an instant!
Syphis frowned, watching Hugh Grant squatting by the wall, suddenly had a strange expression, looked angry for a while, looked cautious for a while, and finally turned the corners of his mouth slightly, looking happy.

He also heard the voice next door, but it's nothing, it's none of his business, the young master can play as he likes, this is Carmarthen, he doesn't break the law, both of them are single young people, Isn't it just playing poker on the set?

Who dares to stand up and talk? !

"Start up and start up, ready to shoot."

Thinking of this, Sifis didn't forget to remind the photographer softly to start working. This is a painstaking effort of his young master, and the painstaking effort must not be wasted!
"Grant! Grant, are you ready? Feel it?"

Siphis stretched out his hand, shook Hugh Grant who was squatting by the wall, and asked in a low voice.

"I"

Grant really wanted to say that he would like to listen for a while, but seeing Mr. Sifis's expectant and serious eyes, and did not dare to say such a stupid thing, he could only nod his head to signal that he was ready.

"Okay! Let's shoot, let's shoot!"

"Baby, speak louder, I can't hear you clearly."

Allen squeezed Monica's mouth with his right hand, signaling her to speak up.

Monica doesn't even dare to look at Ellen now, this is completely different from the Earl Ellen she imagined!

Frowning and enduring the pain, Monica choked out: "I'm a little scared, they will hear."

"What are you listening to, the sound insulation here is very good, they can't hear it."

"I can hear... the voices next door."

Monica panted and refuted Alan intermittently.

He bowed his head and took a deep breath. Seeing that Monica was still a little shy, Allen felt more and more excited.

Now I can't help her, don't want to be loud?
Wouldn't it be enough to suddenly force a few times? !
He just wanted Monica to cooperate, but this chick obviously hasn't experienced such an exciting thing right now, so she can't let go.

This night scene was filmed three more times after His Excellency Allen showed himself.

It's not that Hugh Grant's condition is not good, but that his condition is getting better and better, and the more he shoots, the better he feels.

Syphis couldn't bear to interrupt him, so he gave him a few minutes to rest after each take, and then went on to do it again.

Just shoot Hugh Grant's facial micro-expressions and that kind of humiliation, pain, and a little bit of cruelty.

"Click! Grant, come here."

Hearing that the voice from the opposite side could be heard intermittently in the room, Syphis stopped the shooting in a low voice and waved to Hugh Grant.

"Mr. Siphis, can't you?"

Now Grant's face was a little red, and his breathing was a little heavy. After listening to the wall for so long, he found that he was completely straight, and he didn't even bend!

"No, this time is very good. Let's shoot here today. Your Excellency specifically told you that after today's filming, the crew will have two days off. You can go back to London to rest and find your girlfriend!"

Syphis whispered something to Hugh Grant.

Hearing Sifith's words, Grant suddenly felt a little weird. Your Excellency Allen is very considerate. Although the way he helped himself into the play was a bit hard to say, he was very considerate after the filming and knew what he needed most now!
Before Grant could continue to speak, Syphis pointed out the window and added: "The car is ready, and a driver will take you back to London overnight. If you have nothing to pack, you can leave now."

"Ah, thank you, Mr. Sifis, for your hard work, you guys."

After Hugh Grant listened to Sifis's words, he held back even the last bit of complaints. Although His Excellency Alan insulted his "wife" in front of his "face" today, His Excellency sent the driver to give him a holiday He went back to London to find a girlfriend.

I wanted to be polite to Sifis again, but Sifis waved his hand and said, "You don't have to worry about us, I will wait here until your Excellency calls you at any time, so go back quickly."

"Okay. Then, Mr. Sifis, I'll go first!"

Hugh Grant heard Monica's louder and louder voice echoing in the room, lowered his head, opened the study door lightly and left.

"Master?" When Syphis saw Allen again, he subconsciously raised his wrist to look at his watch. It is now [-]:[-] in the morning, and several hours have passed since the young master entered last night!
I saw Allen half-embracing Monica, appearing in front of him with a calm face.

Looking at Monica who seemed to be about to fall asleep, Sifis pointed to Monica in Allen's arms and gestured at Allen.

"Send Miss Monica back to the hotel. I'll go back to the manor and send someone to take care of Miss Monica. Miss Monica has worked hard tonight."

"understand!"

Although it's a bit strange why the young master didn't bring Monica back this time, it's not easy for Sifis to ask about this kind of thing, so he simply listened to the young master's arrangement. There are more than 20 people left on the set, all waiting Let the young master come out to serve him.

now
Now that the young master had spoken, Sifis turned around and started arranging people, arranging a maid to serve Monica, and arranging a driver to deliver her.

On the way back to the manor, the rear window was opened for a little ventilation, and the cool night breeze was blowing. Allen lit a cigarette with a calm face.

He has a bit of a sage time feeling right now.

It seems that nothing is worth reminiscing about. I just want to restore the glory of Daying and the glory of the Hill family.

Shaking his head, Allen suddenly felt that he had nothing to pursue in life.

What's wrong with wasting time playing these messy things?
If he can be a good-for-nothing with peace of mind, with his current net worth, even though it is not much, he can live a carefree life for ten years or so.

Why do you have to work so hard?
A sudden sense of guilt came over me.

It was getting late, and I was too lazy to wash up. As soon as I got back to the manor, Allen went straight to the bedroom.

Lying on his spacious bed, he swiped his right hand to put his hands behind his head, but as his right hand touched the paper under the pillow, he took it out to have a look.

It was a letter from Princess Christina, who had just arrived a few days ago.

Allen hasn't had time to check it yet.

Looking at the letter with the Spanish royal family logo, Allen pouted. He wrote to Christina and sent it according to the address, but the reply from Christina, a rich woman, was also a letter, but she It was sent to the manor by a special person by plane.

Just highlight a sense of arrogance!
Just now on the road, the fighting spirit that disappeared because of the sage's time, and because of this unread letter, instantly recovered a little.

Moving up and half leaning on the head of the bed, Alan crossed his legs and opened the princess' reply letter. Alan didn't bother to reply to the last letter, but he didn't expect this one to send him another one.

She tore open the envelope, and looked at the letter, in which Christina invited him to go to North Africa with her on her family's private yacht next week for a sea vacation in a polite but intimate manner.

(End of this chapter)