Han Xuan's happy thoughts only flashed for a moment, and then he was not so happy.

I have faced a lot of flashing lights before, and there are many reporters here today, and it is indeed the first time I have seen so many book friends gather to welcome themselves.

Of course, this also has something to do with the old man's almost doting protection.

It wasn't until I started a company and had to show up that I got a little better.

Maybe next time there will be a new book signing, but not in the form of this book, Han Xuan himself knows the situation of "Harry Potter".

Although the details have been changed slightly, but in general, it is still a book written by others, and if you think about it carefully, this kind of glory seems to have nothing to do with you, and the thought that he is a thief inexplicably wells up in his heart, which makes him a little weak.

So much so that I subconsciously don't want to make eye contact with these fanatical book lovers, for fear that my heart will be exposed to the flashing lights, which is not pleasant.

The bitter fruit planted with your own hands can only be swallowed by yourself.

Smile and wave at them, waiting for the security guards to squeeze out of the passage so that they can leave as soon as possible.

The three bodyguards were already about to jump to their feet, and the crowd was the last thing they wanted.

If it weren't for the show-off psychology back then, Han Xuan would not have given away the novels he wrote out of boredom, and he would not have suffered as much as he is now.

Ultimately.

There's nothing wrong with a child who has lived for so many years in an environment where there is no internet, no one to play, and who is surrounded by empty surroundings, and who still knows the future, and wants to gain recognition and praise by others by showing off.

If he only borrows ideas and writes specific plots by himself, or if the original is a rich man, he will not have a strong sense of guilt.

But I heard that the original author was dying of starvation on the streets, which made Han Xuan a little unacceptable, and he happened to come to the UK. If you think you can help, you have to help.

The sunglasses that come in handy against the snow are in use at this moment, and in the face of those damn flashing lights, only they can reduce the lethality, so that they will not be in a state of vertigo and ghosting for the next hour or two.

Outside the book friends are fanatical. There was no chaos in order, and when they saw the security guards clearing the passage, they collectively took a few steps back.

Jason looked at it before letting him out, with only fifty centimeters between his bodies to make sure he could deal with the problem.

The two men sent by Aston Martin Motor Company to pick them up had long since been squeezed into the area, and the banner with the cartoon portrait of the car and the boy had disappeared. This made Han Xuan breathe a sigh of relief.

The delicate pink banner is really a bit unbearable to look at.

Leaving from the silent snow-capped mountain pasture, he was suddenly greeted by flashing lights and cheers, and the huge gap made Han Xuan can't help but think about which is the life he really likes.

The clever little brain is quick to give the answer, and both like it.

Ranch life can calm one's heart, and now days like this can feel the passion and discover it unconsciously. Accustomed to the gap that comes with this transformation, I experience two completely different lives.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to calm down. I always want to escape to the ranch or to the bustling city.

"Hi friends in the UK, hello. Han Xuan said with a smile, this time he didn't pretend to be British, and greeted them with his original accent.

Gabriel whispered a quick urge. But these people don't hesitate to run so far in order to see themselves, and they stay up late at the airport, which can't make them feel cold.

The youngest is only in his teens, and his parents don't seem to approve of coming here. His expression was serious, and he looked at Han Xuan with a little envy in his eyes.

The older one was sixty or seventy years old, and there was an old man with his hands raised, one was "The Lord of the Rings" and the other was "Harry Potter".

Using his age advantage to squeeze through the people in front of him, he happily shouted, "Awesome writing! Hurry up and sell the next one! I may be dying!"

"Sir, see that your spirit will surely live to the end of the book. Han Xuan quipped, took the book and pen from the old man with a happy face, picked it up and signed his name, and returned it to him.

There was a beginning of this, and the surrounding book friends were boiling all at once, and banners, fluorescent editions, and the like were reaching out for autographs, and the passages were crowded.

The hand-made wooden plaque, of good quality, accidentally hit a security guard's head when it was stretched out, and he grinned in pain, and looked back at everyone like an outlaw who attacked him.

Dolls, letters, toys, and other things were stuffed into the hands of the three bodyguards next to the boy.

When they couldn't take it in their hands anymore and were about to get angry, they didn't even let go of Anthony in a suit, he held a super big teddy bear, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Wherever the reporter went, Jason and Gabriel had learned badly, and they knew that they couldn't leave their glasses, and they couldn't tell when they would be poisoned by these guys.

Anthony didn't bring it, it was early in the morning, the two watery eyes were redder than rabbits, and the hair that was not messy was now messy, I don't know who opened the ribbon and sprayed him all over his body.

Two old men of similar height, wearing black tuxedos, both wearing white gloves on their hands, and a white handkerchief tucked into the chest of the tuxedo, folded to reveal a horn outside the pocket.

After they appeared, several soldiers also appeared and walked into the entrance of the airport.

The scene suddenly fell silent, Han Xuan turned his head and stood on tiptoe after signing his name, couldn't see what was happening, and asked the tall Owen: "What's wrong?"

A young woman who came to greet her replied, "Do you see the gold cufflinks on the cuffs of your shirt?"

And that white bow tie, they're the butlers of Buckingham Palace, absolutely yes, maybe someone is coming. ”

Han Xuan looked at it again, there was a sea of people who were overwhelming, and he wanted to cry, but he was too short and couldn't see it.

Gabriel took the opportunity to push him forward for a short distance, and his steps were hurried, and he was about to reach the door, when a rambling shout came from behind him, "I haven't signed yet!"

"Don't run! I don't even see a face!"

"Wow! What a cute little Shota! Grow up to be a handsome guy!"

"Can you see it with sunglasses?" asked the young man next to her.

"Of course, the mouth and nose are good-looking, especially the skin is good......"

There were a lot of people who wanted to chase after them, and I tripped a few people unintentionally.

The British are full of curiosity about this demon in the United States, especially girls in their teens and twenties, and boys scream everywhere they go.

Even the way Han Xuan was carried on Jason's shoulders was fun enough in their hearts, just going out and hitting the glass, the sound would definitely not be light.

Han Xuan covered his head with his hands and hated Jason to death.

The momentum that was finally brewed was completely ruined by him, especially this guy who also hit his head.

He had seen the two butlers he had heard from the girl before.

This kind of straight waist and exact stride had also been seen in the Adolf butler of Grandpa Beverly Hills' house, but the two old men had more serious expressions and only smiled when they made eye contact with themselves.

Outside the door, there was a row of cars parked on the side of the road, and two employees holding pink banners were shouting for them to come.

The door of a Maybach next to him opened at this time.

The woman in the brown coat was sleepy-eyed and exclaimed, "You are finally here, get in the car and ......" (to be continued. )