As soon as the Mercedes-Benz sedan came out of the underground parking lot, Matthew saw a large number of sixteen or seventeen-year-old children gathered on the road near the exit, pointing to the car and not knowing what to say.

In addition, dozens of paparazzi gathered here to shoot wildly.

There is no need to guess, Matthew also knows that there must be a hotel employee who leaked the news of his own out.

This kind of thing is normal, let alone in a place like London, even in Los Angeles, where paparazzi informants are everywhere.

Due to the large number of people on both sides, the Mercedes sedan could not raise its speed, so it could only drive slowly, and suddenly two boys jumped from the side of the road, clinging to the window on his side and raising their middle fingers......

Matthew couldn't help but shake his head, even if he pointed out 10,000 sticks, these people couldn't change that he would spend the night with Emma Watson tonight.

"It's all envy, jealousy, and hatred......"

On the contrary, he is in a very good mood, and being with a popular idol like Emma Watson is more of a spiritual enjoyment.

I guess Emma Watson is about the same as him.

Emma Watson is not very old, and she pays attention to spiritual enjoyment.

Just as Matthew flashed such a thought, an egg suddenly flew from the side of the road and smashed on the glass on his side, and the egg instantly shattered its bones, and the white and yellow flowed down the glass.

Then, another egg flew out, but it didn't hit the glass here, Matthew probably smashed it on the back of the Mercedes-Benz sedan.

"These guys ......" Matthew looked at the blurred window of the egg, which didn't look like rotten eggs, "a little too much." ”

At this time, the Mercedes sedan drove out of the place where Harry Potter fans gathered, and its speed suddenly accelerated, leaving those who were not angry that their idols were being picked up, far behind.

Matthew glanced back, and the guys didn't seem to have any intention of leaving, but continued to gather at the door of the Hilton Hotel, as if to wait for him to return to settle the score.

"So obsessed with Emma Watson?" Matthew turned around and muttered to himself, "I'm still a fan of mine, I never protest because of women, and I don't have that kind of crazy guy, how nice is it......"

As soon as he thought of this, the name of the panty thief suddenly flashed, Matthew touched his nose, the group of pigs at the Beverly City Police Department has not solved the case until now.

As the speed of the car increased, the eggshell on the window glass quickly fell, but the egg white and egg yolk still left a large stain, although this is the Hilton hotel's car, Matthew is still a little unhappy.

He thought about it for a while, and quickly made up his mind, if Emma Watson was okay, he wouldn't spend the night in her apartment tonight, and would take her back to the Hilton Hotel directly, and then he would go to the front door.

Suddenly, a car rushed to the side of the Mercedes Benz from the side, the sunroof opened, and a paparazzi came out with a camera and shot at the front windshield here, not worrying about danger.

These British paparazzi are much crazier than their American counterparts.

In the rear, more cars and motorcycles followed, many of them frantically rushing from the side to the front, and some paparazzi on motorcycles kept pace with the car, allowing the people in the back seat to shoot at the side window.

It's nothing short of acrobatics.

It is estimated that after the "Sun" exposed him and Emma Watson, the British paparazzi blew up their nests, right?

Matthew didn't even look at the paparazzi around the car, and the window glass was a special film, and there was nothing to shoot outside.

More than twenty minutes later, the Mercedes sedan stopped in front of a high-end apartment building, Matthew got out of the car and entered the gate, and the paparazzi were stopped outside.

He took the elevator up to the eleventh floor, and since he had been there once last night, he quickly found the door of Emma Watson's apartment and rang the doorbell.

The door was opened from the inside, and Emma Watson stood in front of him.

"Come in. Emma Watson let Matthew into the room and said, "I just saw so many paparazzi coming outside, and I knew it was you." ”

Matthew glanced at Emma Watson, who was clearly well-groomed.

"The paparazzi here are so annoying. Matthew walked to the window on the side of the street and looked ahead, "They're all outside." ”

He turned to look at Emma Watson, "Did you see that? ”

Emma Watson didn't really care, "I'm nineteen, isn't that weird?"

Matthew turned back to the living room and asked, "Why don't you go to me tonight?"

"Hotel?" Emma Watson was a little curious, "Am I not good here?"

Matthew sat on a couch and said with a smile, "Emma, today I was besieged by your fans and someone threw eggs at me. ”

Emma Watson raised the corners of her mouth, "Really?

"Nope. Matthew shook his head, "Thrown on the window glass when I came." ”

"It's a pity. Emma Watson shook her head as well.

Matthew deliberately said, "Emma, this is your fan, are you responsible?"

Emma Watson was stunned for a moment, then understood that this was a joke and asked rhetorically, "How is it responsible?"

"We went out for a walk together and then went back to the Hilton Hotel. Matthew said what he had thought when he came, "A lot of your fans are still standing at the door of the hotel, waiting to strike me with a new wave, and since they're hitting me, I'm going to hit them too." ”

Emma Watson didn't answer immediately, thought for half a minute, nodded and said, "I've grown up, it's impossible not to fall in love, that's fine." ”

She tilted her head to look at Matthew, "I won't admit to having anything to do with you, we're good friends." ”

Matthew said very seriously, "We've always been good friends. He spread his hands, "Is there anything else?"

Emma Watson smiled again, in terms of the relationship between men and women, she didn't care too much, she said that she had a crush on Malfoy before, it was only very short-lived, she always knew that what she wanted was a colorful love life.

Wouldn't it be too much of a loss to be easily tied to a man?

She knows very well that Matthew Horner is a very good friend, but he is an emotional scumbag, so she doesn't plan to get too involved in feelings.

Wouldn't that be nice? She can enjoy both mentally and physically without adding to the emotional burden.

Emma Watson has no burden, and Matthew certainly won't have a burden, I vaguely remember reading it on the Internet, saying that Emma Watson has a rich love life, and the speed of changing boyfriends is comparable to Leonardo DiCaprio's changing girlfriends......

At that time, he was just reading the gossip on the Internet, and he didn't know exactly what it was.

In fact, it is easy to understand that the feminist movement is developing rapidly, and women are in line with men in many aspects, which is also the power that women's rights are actively fighting for.

Maybe it's not obvious at this time, when the Harry Potter series ends, Emma Watson is older, and she can be regarded as white and rich in the whole of Hollywood, with a rich net worth and good looks.

It's not at all strange that such a woman is looking for a man she likes.

There are not many such female stars in Hollywood.

For example, Sandra Bullock, who soaked Ryan Gosling at his most tender age, although he has been married for the past two years, the rumors of old cows eating tender grass have not stopped.

Hollywood, an entertainment industry, can basically afford to let go, and even if they are divorced, they rarely tear their faces like Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman.

Of course, in the past two years, Nicole Kidman has become a veritable box office poison, who plays the movie who is finished, her career has seriously declined, and Tom Cruise has become the person she can't forget.

By the time Emma Watson had changed her clothes, Matthew had taken her out the door, and had just left the apartment building when dozens of paparazzi frantically surrounded her, all of whom dared to pose their camera lenses in front of their faces if it was possible.

But before Matthew came down, he called Brown Williams, and six bodyguards isolated the paparazzi and escorted him and Emma Watson to the car.

This is not Matthew's home base, Los Angeles, and he turns a blind eye to the paparazzi's behavior, as long as they don't go too far, he will selectively ignore them.

In Los Angeles, the paparazzi will maintain a tacit understanding with him.

This is London, after all, and Matthew is also the American hillbilly in many people's mouths.

The Mercedes sedan started, and Matthew looked at the window glass, which had been wiped off the broken eggs.

Back at the Hilton Hotel, the car was deliberately parked at the main entrance, and Matthew got out of the car first, and took Emma Watson out of the car amid the abuse and raised middle fingers of many Harry Potter fans.

Originally, the Hilton Hotel was disturbed and looked particularly cluttered, but the moment Emma Watson got out of the car, it immediately fell silent.

The scene was silent.

Matthew didn't look at the people until Emma Watson grabbed his arm and led her straight into the hotel.

The fans' eyes widened one by one, first in disbelief, then in despair, as if their treasures had been snatched away.

From the news I read in the newspaper, where is the impact of the picture I saw with my own eyes?

It didn't take long for these people to disperse.

"A bunch of rubbish!"

In a car in the parking lot in front of the hotel, a paparazzi wearing glasses saw the fans leave, "and hoped that they could make some exciting scenes, but it turned out to be waste." ”

Next to him was a black man, who spoke in a sullen voice, "Boss, what are we going to do next?"

As a reporter from The Sun, how can the bespectacled paparazzi die easily, he looked at the hotel door and said, "I guess Matthew Horner and Emma Watson might spend the night here tonight." ”

The black man nodded in agreement, "Inception lives here, it's very likely." ”

The bespectacled paparazzi hammered down the steering wheel, "We must get some exciting news." He pulled out his phone and dialed a call, "I'm Davis, can you help me get in? What? Don't be verbose, if I can get the news, I'll give you a third of the bonus, and you can have a future in cleaning your room...... I'll be waiting for you at the back door!"