After announcing the completion of "Fruit Hard Candy", Lance finally breathed a long sigh of relief, although this does not mean the end of the work, and the subsequent post-production is still very troublesome, but at least he has completed all the filming work, this is his first work that is truly created according to his own ideas, all the hardships, pain, and torture are not as happy as devoting himself to creation. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Alan stood next to him, a little dazed, but he felt that his heart was full, the movie had been filmed, but the afterglow had just begun. She looked up, and couldn't help but see Lance not far away, he and Hayden were looking down and communicating, making sure that there was no reshoot - because this was Albert's house, it would be returned to the owner after today, and it would not be so easy to reshoot the shot after that.

Seeing that the exchange between Lance and Hayden was over, Alan took half a step forward, she didn't know what she wanted to say, maybe just to express her gratitude, maybe to discuss her performance, but she just wanted to talk to Lance. But before she could step forward, Percy walked over, pointed in the direction of the door, and whispered a few words, Lance raised an eyebrow, and a shallow mockery hung on the corner of his mouth.

Alan realized that she had missed her time at this point. She had seen the incident of being surrounded by more than 100 reporters outside the door during the break before, and of course she knew that these reporters could not have come for the completion of the "fruit hard candy", but because of the recent boiling news events. This also means that Lance will need to deal with the reporter next, so naturally there is no time to chat with her.

Sure enough, Lance walked briskly in the direction of the door, Percy followed, opened the door, and then you could see the surging crowd outside, occupying both sides of the street, and the dense figures were piled together, the scene was really spectacular, and then the gate was closed.

Alan couldn't help but be a little disappointed, "Now you know why Michael and I are willing to stay on the set, right?" There was a teasing voice from beside him, and Alan turned his head, and then he saw Emma's bright smile, which made Alan laugh dumbly, and then nodded, "I guess so." ”

Brian Barlow was boredly wiping the camera in his hand, listening to the small talk of the reporter next to him, and from time to time he interjected a little voice without saying a word, but from time to time his eyes were projected towards the closed doorway, paying attention to every move there. At this time, a reporter next to him speculated, "Will Lance run away directly through the back door?" ”

Brian subconsciously wanted to refute, Lance knew that the paparazzi would follow him, and it was impossible for him to escape, so Lance not only would not escape, but would choose to respond positively. He knew Lance that running away was the least likely thing to happen. But before the words could be spoken, Brian noticed that the door was slowly open, and he didn't wait to see who came out of the door, so he immediately ran and rushed straight up.

After only a few steps, Brian saw the figure of Lance, which made his steps faster and faster, and sure enough, there were other footsteps in his ears, and the vigorous sound was like a thousand horses, everyone flocked up, the entire lane was crowded, and many reporters were squeezed into the low lilac fence wall, and the screams were endless, but they were soon drowned out by the shouts of reporters - there were still more than a dozen steps away from Lance, and before the people arrived, the reporters had already begun to shout.

"Lance!"

The terrible screams were particularly conspicuous in the cacophony, and then disappeared into the shouts, "Lance, you ......", "Excuse me......", "...... Bastard ......", "...... Woman", the fragmented words flew all over the sky, but no one could hear a complete sentence clearly, only a buzzing sound lingered around, as if thousands of bees had taken off en masse.

Brian took a slight lead, but was soon overtaken by the others, but fortunately the lane itself was not long, and he gritted his teeth and rushed in front of Lance, then braked sharply. But before he could stand firm, the crowd behind him swarmed in, and with an unsteady center of gravity, he staggered a few steps forward and pounced on Lance.

In a flash of lightning, Lance dodged.

"Bang", Brian's whole person slammed into the door panel, only to feel dizzy, as if there were countless birds in circles on his head.

However, Brian was not alone, and the sound of "bang bang bang" came one after another, and six or seven people in a row slammed into the door panel, blocking the way out of everyone else who was preparing to come out, only Lance and Percy were blocked.

Lance and Percy tried to find a space to stand, but the crowd around them was so crowded, as if they were full of people as far as the eye could see. So, Lance simply stood in place, and Percy raised his hands to stop the reporters from approaching, so as to form a small circle, and the surrounding reporters slowly found their center of gravity and gradually stabilized.

There were more than 100 reporters at the scene, but the visual effect was like a sea of people, even if there were two or three hundred people, it was very convincing.

Now, all the reporters surrounded Lance in the center, and there were more than a dozen reporters on the periphery, embarrassed, not to mention them, at this time, the reporters standing on the outermost part of the encirclement could only see the top of one Lance's head - you know, Lance is six .2 feet high, like the World Trade Tower, but now their view is completely blocked, let alone hear the news, which makes the peripheral reporters all anxious, one after another, shouting, "Lance, we can't hear!" We can't hear it! ”

It's okay if you don't have a photo, you can bear it without a chance to ask questions, but you can't even hear the voice, this isn't a cheat.

For a while, the scene was extremely noisy and noisy, even the traditional Chinese/Chinese vegetable market was not so exaggerated.

Lance only felt ridiculous for a while, and actually chuckled. Dorothy told him about the recent news events as soon as possible, and would communicate with him every day to discuss public relations solutions, so Lance was no stranger; But the point is that just a "suspected illegitimate child" news event made these reporters so crazy, and there was really an inexplicable sense of joy.

Of course, Lance missed an important point: everyone thought that the bastard child belonged to him, and the name "Lancelot-Strello", as well as the news for some time before, all added up to create today's situation. In a trance, Lance's appeal and appeal have reached the level of Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt.

Although Brian hit the door panel, but at this time he was a step away from Lance, he didn't pay attention to the situation of the other reporters, and directly stretched out the tape recorder in his hand, "About ......" Brian almost screamed and asked his own question, but Lance's eyes widened, and he replied with a puzzled look, as if to say, "I can't hear you." Brian had to shout again and repeat his question, but the noise around him was not audible at all, Brian felt that his voice was already hoarse, but Lance still only pursed his lips lightly, shook his head, and then said no more.

Brian felt that the top of his head should start to smoke, hot and irritable, but he still had to look around, the reporters on the periphery were shocking, and if they couldn't hear Lance's response, they would rather the interview not take place, and the protest was getting louder and louder.

At this time, someone behind him patted Brian on the shoulder, and as soon as he turned around, he saw a horn appear in front of him, startling him, "Pass it!" There was a voice from behind, Brian turned his head to look, and then he vaguely saw Albert standing in the yard, as well as the other members of the crew, all standing there watching the excitement.

Brian took the horn and handed it over. Lance saw the horn, and a sense of absurdity invaded, but looking at the increasingly noisy crowd in front of him, like a strike or a demonstration, he still took the horn, then turned on the switch, and shouted, "Quiet! Be quiet! ”

The sound was transmitted through the loudspeaker, which seemed a little funny, but it did make the riot gradually quiet, all eyes were concentrated on Reims, and the scorching gaze made the air boil, at this time it was already more than six o'clock in the afternoon, the blood and remnant sun stained the whole blue sky red, and the boiling air outlined a sense of grandeur.

Lance exhaled lightly and looked at the reporters in front of him, the reporters who were still chattering and unwilling to stop just now are like gourds with saw-mouthed mouths, and they are unwilling to say a word. Lance shrugged, "So, you're looking for me?" Although Lance was informed of the progress of the matter from Dorothy, it was clear that the reporters arrived on the scene today to have the latest news, and Lance had no intention of making an official response - he didn't care about the so-called negative news, so he once again gave the voice to the reporters, and the reporters asked questions, not him to hold the press conference.

"Oh, Helen-Kelly." Brian was the first to shout that he would never miss the opportunity to capture the first-hand information, "Excuse me, what do you think of Helen Carey?" ”

"Who?" Lance raised an eyebrow, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

A single word of the answer succeeded in getting the reporters into an uproar again - how could the reporters not be agitated when Lance's disdain was so justified that the smell of gunpowder was already brewing?

"Helen Carey, the mother of your child?" Brian explained, "Recently she said in the media, you refuse to admit that you are the father of the child in her womb? Moreover, she also gave an interview to Oprah Winfrey yesterday and talked in detail about the romance/flow/rhyme/affair between you? ”

Lance tucked his jaw slightly, revealing a look of sudden realization, and only then did he connect the waitress with Helen Haley, "So, Oprah Winfrey? Was her show last night good? (To be continued.) )