Match point

"Jennifer, do you feel that you have suffered such retribution for humiliating the fans, do you think you should apologize to the fans..."

One point, one point, the reporters are destroying Lawrence's last line of defense. Looking at the bewildered Lawrence, the reporters in front of them are getting more and more excited and excited, swarming up like a school of sharks losing their sense of blood. Even crazily biting at the expense of the same kind.

The scene showed faint signs of collapse.

Even though Gao Wen didn't like Lawrence's rough treatment of fans, he refused to take a photo and refused to sign, no problem, but the three-piece suit of slapping, slapping and drinking went beyond the line, which is obviously not the way Gao Wen agrees with.

But at the same time, Gao Wen didn't like the way the reporters treated Lawrence. It was like a court trial, condescendingly pronouncing crimes and giving punishments. They didn't have such power, let alone such qualifications.

Because Gao Wen knew that the reporters in front of him were not messengers of justice.

With one step forward, Gao Wen cut off the line of sight bridge between the reporters and Lawrence, covered Lawrence behind with his body, cut off all sight lines, and then he could feel the eyes of the audience rushing towards him, The bloody breath stabbed the skin with teeth and claws——

Every look, so fierce and so violent.

It's a pity that Gao Wen doesn't like this.

"Humph!"

"You guys should stop being clowns, this isn't a circus after all."

After coldly complaining, Gao Wen ignored the astonished reporter, turned around and walked towards Lawrence, keeping a certain distance, showing a smile and making an inviting gesture.

"How about we get away from this ridiculous farce and enjoy some really good performances?"

Beckham: Ouch!
On the front foot, Beckham came back busy, ready to greet Gao Wen to enter the field.

On the back foot, Beckham heard Gao Wen's words, and couldn't help crying for the reporter. This easy-to-hand attack is truly high-end if it is completely blind.

With a glance out of the corner of his eye, Beckham could see the constipated expressions of the reporters in front of him. Although he wanted to laugh, he still controlled himself.

Lawrence seemed to have finally regained his composure, nodded in a daze, followed Gao Wen's footsteps, and walked towards the screening hall step by step.

Footsteps, one deep and one shallow, one deep and one shallow, as if stepping on clouds, and the disturbing thoughts finally came back to reality bit by bit.

At this moment, Lawrence realized that the reporter was going to dig a trap for her to jump into just now. As soon as her temper came up, she turned her head and was ready to go back and fight the reporter hard, but at the end of the hesitation, she finally restrained herself.

Raising his head slightly, he glanced at Gao Wen out of the corner of his eye.

He was taller than I remembered, and he seemed to be a little stronger. He was obviously thinner visually, but the strength hidden under the white T-shirt seemed to break free at any time.

Thinking of this, Lawrence's heartbeat became a little disordered.

Taking a deep breath, Lawrence quickly controlled himself, rummaged through the thoughts in his mind, and thought about how to speak, but before they could catch a clue, their footsteps stopped——

arrive?

For the first time, Lawrence realized how short the red carpet was.

"……thanks."

In a hurry, Lawrence couldn't sort out an idea in his mind. In the end, he still started in the most clichéd and simplest way. The expression that gradually became clearer has regained some of the usual hearty and strong, but the tone is still full of ambiguity. With some uncertain hesitation.

Gao Wen was a little surprised, and raised his eyebrows slightly——

Judging from their previous two meetings, it was really not friendly. Gawain was a little surprised that Lawrence expressed his gratitude so straightforwardly.

Lawrence was a little cautious at first, but when he saw Gawain's expression, he immediately became angry: What does this mean?
"You!" Lawrence widened his eyes and was about to speak.

However, Gawain interrupted, "No, it's just a matter of raising your hands. This is the basic thing a gentleman can do. I believe David is willing to do the same, if the distance is right; it's just that I was half a step ahead of me this time." .”

Beckham: Me?

Beckham is also a smart person, and he can tell at a glance that the atmosphere between Gawain and Lawrence is a bit weird. Coupled with Gawain's response before, it is inevitable that there are some guesses in his mind, but now that he is involved in it, he is also satisfied. With a question mark on his head, he secretly scolded Gao Wen:
This cunning boy.

On the surface, Beckham still showed a smile, "I'm definitely not as relaxed as Gao Wen. For this matter, I still have to thank Gao Wen."

Lawrence took a quick look at Beckham, smiled politely, and then looked at Gao Wen again:
Even though she was emotionally wanting to piss off Gao Wen, what was the expression just now, what was the expression and words that were eager to get rid of the relationship, and she was not a virus, but rationality still refrained from the precipice and tried her best keep Calm.

At least one of Beckham's words was correct. The brawny tattooed man just now was definitely not a piece of cake. She was also a little worried about Gao Wen's condition.

But how should I speak?
"you……"

Lawrence tried to open her mouth, but was interrupted by a call, and then her manager could be seen rushing to her.

"Jennifer, are you okay?"

"Jesus Christ, I'm going to kill those security guards, what the hell is going on with the organization? And those reporters! God, you better be okay!"

Chattering and chattering, the voice is already stealing the show before the person arrives.

Lawrence was a little overwhelmed, looked at his manager, and tried to stop Gao Wen, but Gao Wen and Beckham just exchanged a few polite words and then left, leaving no chance for Lawrence.

The agent also ignored Beckham and Gao Wen, and held Lawrence to look up and down, which also killed Lawrence's last struggle in his infancy.

Lawrence turned his head to look at the two figures that were drifting away, but finally gave up, drooped his shoulders, and wailed a little angrily.

"Ugh!"

As a result, the manager was nervous for a while, thinking that there was something wrong with Lawrence's body, so he hurriedly asked, and then there was a burst of nonsense.

Obviously, they need to communicate a little better.

In this room, Beckham confirmed his status with Gao Wen again, carefully looked up and down, and only after receiving Gao Wen's affirmative reply of "nothing" again and again did he let out a long breath.

"... Fortunately, fortunately. Otherwise, I don't know how to explain to John."

Gawain caught the details of the words, and looked over curiously, "David, what do you need to tell John? What did John tell you?"

Beckham: ...

The expression was slightly stiff, and it was obvious at a glance that this was obviously the appearance of being caught.

Seeing Beckham's expression of not knowing how to respond, a smile appeared in Gao Wen's eyes, "Don't worry, I won't hit anyone, it's the truth."

Wait, why does this sentence sound weird?

Beckham's mind automatically recalled the appearance of the tattooed burly man falling down just now, and he couldn't help but tense up.