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"Duka, are you a violent maniac?"

In front of the bar, Winona held a glass of golden whiskey and stared at him and asked.

"Obviously, I'm not!"

Duca spread his hands.

"But I think you are using people as weapons to smash them. Only a violent maniac would do this."

Winona wrinkled the tip of her nose.

"Since you know I'm a bit violent, how dare you talk to me like that?!"

"You dare to hit me?"

Winona raised her chin and asked slightly stubbornly.

"Don't dare!"

Duca smiled.

"I knew you wouldn't dare!"

Winona raised the corners of her lips, picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

Ahem~

Someone next to me is coughing.

Duca looked at Quentin Tarantino who was a bit resentful,

"Oh, okay, I almost forgot to introduce..."

"No, no, no, you continue chatting, don't worry about me, just pretend I'm not here."

Quentin Tarantino waved his hand and said.

"Winona, please allow me to solemnly introduce my friend Quentin Tarantino. He is an excellent screenwriter and a very talented director. He will definitely make a mark in the history of world cinema in the future.

.”

"Haha, Duca, you are too exaggerated. Miss Reed, I am Quentin Tarantino. Although I don't like your movies very much. They are too boring and do not fit my aesthetic, but I think your movies

Her acting skills are very good and she looks very beautiful. I hope we have the opportunity to cooperate in the future."

Quentin Tarantino laughed.

Winona blinked and looked at Duca, do all your friends praise you like this?

"Quentin is a straight man who doesn't have a girlfriend at the age of 29."

Duca smiled.

Ha~

Winona covered her mouth and laughed.

"Duka!"

Quentin stared at him with a dark face and a very ferocious expression.

"I'm also a straight man, and I don't have a girlfriend either."

Duka shrugged and stabbed himself in return.

"That's pretty much it."

Quentin nodded with satisfaction.

"Director Tarantino, nice to meet you."

Winona stretched out her hand and smiled.

"Haha, me too."

Quentin shook her hand, his ferocious face actually looked a little shy.

Winona smiled slightly and said, "Director Tarantino, what works have you directed? I'll look for them when I get back."

"Uh~"

Quentin scratched his cheek, "I made a short film "My Best Friend's Birthday" two years ago, but it was burned by a fire before it was released."

"What a shame, that must have been a great movie."

"It's a pity. Now that I think about that movie, I feel that it had a lot of problems and the quality was average. If I were to make it again, I would definitely be able to make something better than it."

Quentin clenched his fists and said confidently.

"Yeah."

Winona picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

"Quentin is writing a new script and is going to direct it himself. It should be a good movie."

Duka said aloud to prevent the two of them from talking too awkwardly.

"Yes, this script is written with great feeling. One of the main characters is designed based on Duca. It will definitely be exciting when it is filmed."

Quentin laughed while holding the wine glass.

"The character designed based on Duca? Can you take a look?"

Winona asked with interest.

"No, it's not written yet."

Quentin pressed his writing book with his arm. He probably felt a little rude and added,

"I can show it to you when it's written."

"oh!"

Winona was lying on the counter, staring at the wine glass, a little disinterested.

Quentin looked at her and then at Duca. Am I wrong?

Duca smiled and refilled the two drinks.

"Winona, haven't you been filming recently?"

"No, I'm tired, I don't want to take pictures!"

Winona said with her chin pressed on her arms.

"Well, as a friend, I hope you get more rest and take care of your health. But as a movie fan, I hope you make more movies. It's best to lock you in a studio and make movies every day, 365 days a year, without finishing them.

10 departments don’t give any holidays.”

"...."

Winona raised her head slightly, stared at him quietly with her deep eyes, and pursed her lips with a fierce expression.

"Duka, how can you talk like this? Actors are also human beings, and actors also need to rest. It's so inhumane for you to say this."

Quentin criticized loudly.

Duca's face darkened, man, didn't you hear I was joking?

Winona looked at him, held her cheeks in her hands, laughed softly, her shoulders shaking slightly.

Quentin chuckled and winked at Duca, "How about it, am I good?"

Duca didn't bother to pay attention to him, and took a cocktail shaker to mix a cocktail for the new guest.

After sitting there for a while, Winona's assistant came over, pointed at her watch, and said it was getting dark, so go back and rest early, as she would still have work tomorrow.

Winona frowned, slowly drank the wine in her glass, stood up, waved to the two of them, put on her hat and walked out of the bar.

"Duka, aren't you going to see her off?"

Quentin blinked his eyes, with a smirk on his lips. If an ordinary person made this expression, he would look naughty and cute, but this guy looked too fierce, so making this expression would be a bit harsh on the eyes.

"Don't put the plot in your mind on us. She and I have only met twice."

Duka put away the wine glass and said.

"But there are many people in the world who fall in love at first sight."

"I don't believe in love at first sight, I believe in love at first sight."

"But love may not be love after sex."

"Forget it, I really have no interest in discussing love with a man. Hurry up and write your script. Don't you see that your fans are like little birds waiting for food?"

"Haha, your words are always full of philosophy and foresight. I decided to listen to your opinion."

Quentin gave a military salute, picked up his pen, and wrote quickly in his notebook.

Duka shook his head. Is this guy serious when he said he could concentrate on writing here?

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When we walked outside the bar, the sky outside was getting darker, and the street lights on the street and the neon lights in the bar were getting brighter and brighter.

There were many people on the street like them, coming out of the bar after drinking, and more people poured into the bar and dance hall to start their daily nightlife.

Winona shrugged her shoulders and got into the car parked on the side of the road.

"Weini, it's better to come here less often. There are too many people in the bar here, and there are people fighting in the bar. It's too chaotic. If we want to drink, we can go to Sunset Boulevard or Beverly Hills. There are many stars there.

Bar, the environment is better and safer.”

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Assistant Ruth advised.

"No, you will be stared at when you play there. It is better to stay at home. The atmosphere here is good and the wine is great. I like it here."

Winona leaned back on her seat, closing her eyes slightly, her fair cheeks flushed with wine.

Assistant Ruth was a little helpless. When the car started, she continued,

"Winnie, what do you think of Duka?"

"Why are you asking him?"

Winona opened her eyes.

"You and Duka...it's best not to get too close. If you are photographed by the paparazzi, it will cause unnecessary misunderstandings."

"Hey, Ruth, I've only been to the bar twice, and I don't know when I'll come next time. Is there any misunderstanding? Can you stop thinking about it for the day?"

Winona took off her hat and covered Ruth's face.

"Okay, as long as you know it in your heart."

Ruth smiled and took the hat away.

Winona leaned on her seat, tilted her head and looked at the neon lights whizzing past the car window, and suddenly curved her lips and smiled.

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