Although Fu Luo didn't want to move, Gao Yuanyuan didn't seem to think so. This time she didn't even cover up and squeezed into the room with him. In addition, her girlfriend who had drunk a lot of alcohol before, looked at him with blurred eyes, and then pointed her white index finger at Fu Luo's chest, and finally pushed her gently.

"Hey, Yuanyuan, what do you want to do when you sit on me?"

"What do you think of the big actor?"

"I don't know, I said, are you still wearing clothes?"

"It's okay, I'm wearing a skirt today!"

"Forehead"

Time turned back to the capital city several hours ago. An Liman, who was sleeping soundly at 2 o'clock in the morning, suddenly woke up by a phone ringtone. Finally, he had to connect the phone with annoyance and shouted: "Who? It's only at what time, can you let people sleep?"

"Editor An, I am Kobayashi, something big happened!"

"What happened? Who died?"

"Editor, who died?"

"Who is dead? I, am I asking you, or are you asking me?"

"Ah, yes, yes, that no one is dead, it's Fu Luo who has won the best actor and the best actor in Cannes."

"Oh, Cannes Best Actor, Alas, wait a moment, you, what are you talking about? Are you talking about Cannes Best Actor?"

An Liman, who had just yawned, suddenly felt shocked again after muttering, and finally woke up completely, and his sleepiness disappeared in an instant. What did he just hear? Kobayashi said that someone had won the Cannes Best Actor?

"Yes, it's Fu Luo, it's Qinghong's male protagonist Fu Luo."

Kobayashi's voice was also a little excited. This was five years later, another Chinese won the Cannes Best Actor Award and was also a mainland actor.

Speaking of which, in 1994, Zhang Yi's life made Ge Youge win the first Cannes Best Actor and the first in China. Then, six years later, the early new century, Xiangjiang actor Liang Chaowei won the second Cannes Best Actor in China with his youth. Now Fu Luo is the third male actor to win this honor. Can this not be exciting?

"are you sure?"

After An Liman confirmed the news, he felt a sense of incredibleness for a moment and asked again stupidly.

"Editor An, I'm very sure and sure, Fu Luo really won the Cannes Best Actor!"

Hearing An Liman's words, although Kobayashi's mouth twitched, he still confirmed again that the other party was his own leader.

Bang!

oops!

Hearing this, An Liman finally couldn't help but slapped hard with his left hand excitedly, but forgot that his wife slept on his left. As a result, An Liman directly slapped his wife's face with this shot. This was so embarrassing.

"An Liman, why are you crazy in the middle of the night? You dare to hit me in the face. Seeing that I won't beat you to death, I'll get out of bed. You bastard."

"Wife, please spare me, I forgot, I forgot that you are still sleeping next to you!"

"Okay, An Liman, you dog, who do you think is sleeping next to you? Say, are you having a mistress outside?"

"What is the mistress who is not a mistress, that Kobayashi"

"Kobayashi, An Liman, who is Kobayashi? Is that vixen? I dare to call me in front of me, An Liman?"

"Kobayashi, send me your prepared press release back immediately, and I'll hang it up first!"

Doudou!

By the way, Xiaolin, who was on the phone, was talking to the editor-in-chief just now, but then he suddenly heard the conversation like that just now, which made him really not know what to say. It seems that Editor-in-chief An, who usually talks the same thing, is also sad to have a status at home.

At the same time, among many cities throughout China, there were countless newspaper editors like An Liman who were woken up in the middle of the night, and there was no other one who had encountered such an experience as An Liman.

The next day in Cannes, Fu Luo actually slept until nine o'clock before he woke up. He looked at Gao Yuanyuan who was still sleeping soundly. Last night it was really hard to describe.

Then Fu Luo took the phone on the head of the bed and turned it on again. He knew that a phone call came in immediately. After a look, he realized that Deng Zhao had called.

Without hesitation, Fu Luo immediately connected his phone and said, "Hey, is it Brother Chao?"

"Hey, the best actor, are you finally turning on the film?" Soon, Deng Zhao's slightly frivolous voice came over.

"Why, do you know too?" As soon as he heard Deng Zhuan's words, Fu Luo immediately realized that it must be his winning of the actor's hero, and it had been passed back to China.

"Nonsense, congratulations, the big actor, why do you feel that the distance is getting farther away in an instant? You said, can we both be friends in the future?"

"You mortal, break up with friendship!"

Deng Zhuan was still the same Deng Zhuan, and even a word of congratulations was in a funny style.

"No, I'm still waiting to hug your thigh!"

"I won't hug my thighs. I said, Brother Chao, are you still okay? This is an international phone call. By the way, have you charged enough phone bills?"

"I'll tell you if I'm going, I'll die!"

Doudou!

When Fu Luo heard the blind voice coming from his phone, he was speechless. He hung up so simply. Is there anyone like Deng Zhuan? Shaking his head, Fu Luo was about to put down his phone when he immediately called another phone call. When he saw that it was changed to Hu Ge again.

Fu Luo thought in his heart that the time point of winning the actor may have spread throughout the entertainment industry, and everyone who should know may know it.

In fact, Fu Luo was probably right. Early this morning in the East Eighth District, at least more than half of the newspapers in China used the news that he got the Cannes Best Actor as the front page headlines, and it instantly spread across the country.

After all, the movie Qinghong passed the above review, and also participated in the competition through formal channels, then entered the shortlist, and then won the award, which naturally made all the media unattended big newspapers. Scarcity is precious. Fu Luo, the third person who won the Cannes Best Actor, naturally became a "hot product".

Moreover, Fu Luo also took advantage of various developed media today, and the sensation caused was much higher than that of Ge You and Liang Chaowei at that time. In addition, Liang Chaowei was always from Xiangjiang, while Ge You suffered a natural loss, was not young anymore, and his appearance was difficult to evaluate.

Looking at the current newspapers, Fu Luo, who is wearing a black slim suit, has a handsome appearance and a perfect figure, holds the Golden Palme d'Or, and has an infinitely charming temperament. Who wouldn't notice it if you see it?

The entertainment industry is always a place to look at the face. In fact, even Fu Luo himself doesn’t know it. Just because of a photo and the blessing of the title of Cannes actor, his popularity is soaring at a crazy speed. It really made the whole country famous overnight.

In the hotel room, when Fu Luo threw the phone that had completely black screen aside because of the power in his hand, he also let out a deep breath of turbid air. After he answered the phone call between Deng Zhao and Hu Ge, he then called in one by one as if he had opened Pandora's magic box, and all of them came to congratulate him.

Just now, I finally calmed down when my phone ran out of power.
Chapter completed!