The seven emotions and six desires are all my nourishment

Chapter 347: Little Pigeon of Hollywood 11

She stretched and turned her head to look, and found that the little pigeon was sleeping on the sofa next to her. John was nowhere to be seen. She thought he must have gone out to do something busy.

She walked lightly, covered the girl with the cloak again, squatted beside the sofa, and touched the girl's black hair.

When she looked at the girl, her eyes were full of joy. "She's really like a porcelain doll. I think we will become good friends."

The little pigeon felt a little itchy on its head, its eyelids moved, and then it opened one eye, subconsciously revealing a sweet toothless smile.

The little pigeon sat up happily, yawned again, and said with a smile, "Good morning, Sophie Marceau~"

"Didn't you sleep all night? Do you want to go to my room and sleep for a while, or go to have breakfast first? There's apple pie today~"

Sophie Marceau smiled and said, "I think we should wash our faces and comb our hair first, what do you think, cute little one?"

"Oh, you're right, that's so rude. Let's go to my room! I'm your Santa Claus today!"

"I've prepared a gift for you! Merry Christmas, Sophie Marceau!" The little pigeon put on his shoes and pulled Sophie Marceau upstairs enthusiastically.

Sophie Marceau was amused by her, put the manuscript under the Bible, and ran happily after her "Santa Claus".

The little pigeon's room is all pink, which makes Sophie Marceau feel younger when she is in it.

After they finished washing up, Little Pigeon pulled her to sit down, "Ahem, please close your eyes, ma'am, or you won't get any surprises~"

Sophie Marceau cooperated and closed her eyes. "Okay, sweet porcelain doll."

She is really looking forward to it now. What is the gift?

Could it be an oriental story written by a porcelain doll?

Or a cute pink hairpin?

The little pigeon nodded in satisfaction, took Sophie Marceau's hands, and helped her to lift them up, and then told her, "Don't peek, you can only open your eyes when I tell you to~"

Sophie Marceau smiled with her eyes closed, "Okay, I'm a person of integrity. Trust me~"

"Hehe~" The little pigeon covered its mouth and laughed, and walked away with a tap-tapping footsteps, and quickly came back with a tap-tapping footsteps, "Merry Christmas~ Ding-da-da-da~"

Sophie Marceau's hand sank. She felt the gift was a bit large and heavy. She was a little surprised. What was it? "Porcelain doll, can I open my eyes now?"

"No, not yet. You need to touch it first and guess!" The little pigeon helped her put the gift on the small cabinet beside her and guided her hand to put it on it.

While fiddling with the string, Sophie Marceau heard a tatting sound, which also sounded like the sound of a bicycle chain. She opened her eyes in surprise!

"Oh my god, it's an Underwood No. 5 typewriter! It's too expensive! I can't have it, kid! It's too expensive!"

"No, this is a gift from John. My surprise gift is downstairs. If you want to refuse, you should refuse it when you see John later. After all, he felt sorry for you and spent an entire night handwriting the manuscript, so he prepared it specially for you."

The little pigeon blinked mischievously, its eyes full of teasing and mockery.

Sophie Marceau just felt that the value of the gift was reasonable, but then she felt a little embarrassed.

She stretched out her finger and tapped her nose affectionately, "You naughty girl, no wonder John looks younger and younger, it turns out you're the one being fooled!"

The little pigeon chuckled, "No, John is younger because I love him too~ Come on, take my gift and we'll go eat. I'm starving!"

"Thank you for the hard work in making the movie. Don't worry and go ahead. I'm very rich!" Little Pigeon pulled her along as he walked, patting his chest with great confidence.

It seemed that in her eyes, this matter had already been accomplished, but Sophie Marceau had to admit that she really wanted to shoot it, and she wanted to shoot it well!

Following the little pigeon, Sophie Marceau had exercised a lot in the morning. Now she ran to John's door. She was a little hot and felt hungry.

She took a breath, and before Little Dove pushed the door open, she reached out and knocked on the door seven times, then coughed twice. Then she pushed the door open and went in, pulling her hand and saying.

"Come in, you'll be delighted by my gift! It's even more surprising than Underwood 5~"

Sophie Marceau's heart beat faster as she ran, and there was some sweat on her back. She was pulled by the little pigeon into the house, which was a very ordinary men's house.

There was nothing unusual except John standing with his back to her.

Little Pigeon pulled her behind John, released her hand, and cleared her throat before commanding, "Ahem, Mr. John Bellav, please turn around!"

John wiped his face, pulled the hem of his clothes and slowly turned around, just coming face to face with Sophie Marceau.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and suddenly, Sophie Marceau burst into laughter and couldn't stop laughing. She covered her stomach and buried her head on John's chest, laughing non-stop.

Little Dove was confused as to why he reacted like that. She looked at John who had shaved his beard.

[No problem! Very handsome, so youthful! His chubby face is so cute, this is the best fake fresh meat~]