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Han Yi thought to himself: How many times have I been reverse-raped now?

After a long while, until they were both somewhat agitated, Emma gently pushed him away:

"Han, I forgive you. But you have to treat me to dinner!"

"NO is not weak!"

Han Yi made a gesture and raised his hand to flag down a car, but he didn't expect that Emma had driven there herself.

The two got into her car.

The model is the second-generation Renault Clio, a standard hatchback subcompact car that was launched in recent years.

With its smooth lines, rounded headlights, and simple grille, it exudes a youthful and fashionable vibe.

The car has a moderate height and a slightly sloping C-pillar, giving it a sporty look. Although the hatchback tailgate opening is narrow, it is wide enough for a driver to enter comfortably.

The interior design prioritizes simplicity and practicality, featuring a white base and a clear layout. Soft-touch materials are predominantly used, creating a smooth and comfortable feel, and the seats allow the user to fully sink into them.

The 1.6-liter gasoline engine provides sufficient power, but fuel consumption is slightly high. The transmission is manual, requiring a certain level of driving skill.

The independent suspension is tuned for comfort, resulting in slightly noticeable body roll when cornering.

Inside the security room, the old man on duty looked at the Renault swaying slightly by the roadside and revealed a meaningful smile.

......

"Emma, ​​what do you want to eat? I'll take you there."

"No, Han Yi. This is my territory. I should be asking you."

"Alright then." Han Yi sighed.

"Do you know where I can get noodles? I've been craving noodles in Paris."

In the driver's seat, Emma's cheeks were flushed, and she thought for a moment:

"How about we come to my place for pasta? Let me tell you, my pasta is amazing!"

"Okay, it's settled then."

"GoGoGo!"

Emma's place is a two-bedroom apartment. The living room is not big, but it is very tidy. There is a yoga mat in front of the TV and a laptop on the coffee table, which is probably for her to use for work.

There were also two plush toys on the sofa, a black bear and a white bear.

Han Yi thought to himself: It has a real sense of everyday life.

Han Yi plopped down on the sofa, picked up the remote control from the coffee table, and started fiddling with it, turning on a local Parisian TV channel.

"Han, should we put salad on the pasta?" Emma's voice came from the kitchen.

"No, do you have any chili sauce? Just add more chili sauce." Han Yi shouted back.

"No!"

"If you really don't have any, just add some ketchup."

A moment later, Emma placed two plates of freshly cooked spaghetti on the table, and Han Yi began to slurp the noodles.

Hmm, pasta with tomato sauce, sweet and sour, tastes alright, but it's not as authentic as spaghetti bolognese.

Emma sliced ​​some pickles and ham, opened a bottle of red wine, and the two drank together in the living room.

After finishing his meal, Han Yi got up and took the plates, knives, and forks to the kitchen to wash and rinse them.

Emma, ​​meanwhile, nestled on the sofa, watching TV while rubbing her tummy.

One person cooks and the other washes the dishes; the division of labor is clear, and Han Yi feels it's very fair.

Afterwards, Han Yi leaned against the sofa, feeling dizzy, and put his legs on Emma's legs. Emma pushed him away, and Han Yi put his legs back on.

With a pull and a tug, up and down, sparks flew between their eyes.

Just as Han Yi was about to get up and turn off the TV, Emma snatched the remote, changed a channel, and said excitedly:

"Han, I'm still recovering from that. Let's watch this show; it's my latest episode tonight!"

Han Yi became interested, sat up straight, put his arm around Emma, ​​and asked, "What program? Is Xiao Li helping out? Is something big happening at home? Could it be Tan Tan Traffic?"

"What are you talking about?" Emma squirmed in Han Yi's arms, looking unhappy.

"This is a new program launched by our TV station called 'Extraordinary Sunday,' which involves interviewing celebrities from the entertainment industry."

"Don't move, *smack*!"

Han Yi patted his shapely buttocks and asked, "Is this a new program from your TV station?"

"No, it's already the sixth season. I was added at the last minute. The previous host thought it was too much trouble to host alone."

Han Yi held a peanut between two fingers, rubbing it as he watched. An hour later, the program ended.

"Very Sunday" is a Sunday evening entertainment talk show on France 2, similar to a roundtable talk show in China. It features a host, two guests, and a chat in a studio, with hired people in the audience asking questions according to a set script.

Emma's performance on TV was unremarkable. After watching, she excitedly raised her head, looked at Han Yi, and asked, "How was it, Yi? My performance was alright, right?!"

Han Yi, still inside the baby carrier, gave a thumbs-up and said, "SIXSIXSIX!"

The night was spent in Emma's bedroom. After playing "Three Variations on Plum Blossom," Emma, ​​her face flushed, nestled against Han Yi's chest and said:

"Yi, could you be a guest on my show next week?"

Han Yi asked doubtfully, "Your program only invites celebrities, whether from the sports, entertainment, or cultural fields. Besides, I'm not French, so what's the point of me going?"

Emma lightly punched him with her fist and said, "Next week, the other host is film director Patrice Scherough. You're the biggest director I know."

As she spoke, Emma sat up and grabbed Han Yi's hand, trying to find something to hold over him.

Han Yi gasped, angrily saying, "Nonsense! Did you just randomly pick that spot?!"

Emma continued, "Just tell me if you're going or not."

He was talking while twisting and turning randomly.

Han Yi, panting, asked, "Who was that other director you just mentioned?"

"Pa...Te...Lis...Xiahou..."

Emma swayed and replied haltingly.

"Okay, I'll go!" Han Yi agreed.

"Yes! Yes! Great, Han! I want to go too!"

......

Friday, December 20, 2002.

night.

Inside the "Extraordinary Sunday" studio, guests Han Yi and Emma sat opposite guests Patrice Schauer and Michel Delluc.

"Vivement Dimanche" is a show that Zinedine Zidane, the footballer, once appeared on.

When Han Yi arrived in the afternoon, he had already figured out who this French white man named Pat, without Peter's name, was. He was a genuine old French white flag.

Born in 1944, he is 57 years old this year.

For the first half of his life, Pat only made French films or adapted operas. Last year, he made his only English film, "Intimacy," which won the Golden Bear at the 51st Berlin International Film Festival.

By the way, Pat is a regular at the Cannes Film Festival, either having his film nominated or serving as a jury member. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he should be the jury president for next year's Cannes Film Festival.

Han Yi needed to get acquainted with him.

Inside the studio, host Michelle and Emma gave their usual opening remarks, and then introduced the guests to the audience.

"Let's give a warm round of applause to Patrice Scherzog, the director who won the Golden Bear at last year's Berlin Film Festival!!!"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!"

"Slap slap slap!!!"

The audience erupted in applause; Pat, playing on home soil, still held the advantage.

Emma followed closely behind, saying:

"Another one is 'The Cowboy' from this year's Cannes Film Festival, and Han Yi, who had a friendly exchange with the French Minister of Transport a couple of days ago, promoting Sino-French friendship!!!"

Most of the audience members were seeing Han Yi for the first time. They didn't quite understand why the program team would choose a guest with yellow skin, but they were impressed by Han Yi's ordinary appearance, the Cannes Film Festival, and the name of the French Ministry of Transport.

They still cooperated and clapped in unison.

"Slap slap slap!!!"

The program continued, and the four of them exchanged opinions on the art of filmmaking, script requirements, and filmmaking ethics.