"Jennifer, do you feel that you have humiliated the fans and that is why you have suffered such retribution? Do you think you should apologize to the fans..."
Little by little, the reporters were destroying Lawrence's last line of defense. Looking at the bewildered Lawrence, the reporters in front of them became more and more excited, like a group of sharks that had lost their minds when seeing blood. They swarmed forward and bit him madly without even hesitating to hurt their own kind.
The scene showed signs of collapse.
Although Gawain also did not like the rude way Lawrence treated fans, there was nothing wrong with refusing to take photos or refuse autographs, but the three-piece set of swearing, slapping and throwing wine crossed the line, and this was obviously not a way of dealing with the situation that Gawain agreed with.
But at the same time, Gawain also didn't like the way the reporters treated Lawrence, as if he were in a court trial, condescendingly pronouncing crimes and imposing punishments. They had neither the power nor the qualifications to do so.
Because Gao Wen knew clearly that the reporters in front of him were not messengers of justice.
With one step forward, Gawain cut off the line of sight between the reporters and Lawrence, using his body to shield Lawrence from behind, cutting off all sight lines. Then he could feel the entire audience's gaze rushing towards him, and the bloody aura stung his skin with its fangs and claws -
Each look was so ferocious and violent.
Unfortunately, Gawain didn't buy it.
"snort!"
"You should stop playing clown, this is not a circus after all."
After making a cold remark, Gawain ignored the stunned reporter and turned to walk towards Lawrence, keeping a certain distance, showing a smile and making an inviting gesture.
"Why don't we leave this ridiculous farce and go see some real good shows?"
Beckham: Ouch! Beckham came back from his busy schedule and was about to call on Gawain to enter the field.
The next moment, Beckham heard Gawain's words and couldn't help but cry out in pain to the reporters. This attack, which was done effortlessly and without any sharpness at all, was truly high-end.
With a glance, Beckham could see the constipated expressions on the faces of the reporters in front of him. Although he wanted to laugh, he controlled himself.
Lawrence seemed to finally come back to his senses. He nodded in confusion and followed Gawain's footsteps, walking towards the screening room.
The footsteps were sometimes deep and sometimes shallow, sometimes deep and sometimes shallow, as if walking on clouds. The disturbing thoughts were finally brought back to reality bit by bit.
At this moment, Lawrence realized that the reporter was setting a trap for her. She got angry and was ready to go back and have a big fight with the reporter, but after hesitating for a while, she finally restrained herself.
He raised his head slightly and glanced at Gawain out of the corner of his eye.
He was taller than he remembered, and seemed stronger. Although he looked thinner visually, the strength hidden under his white T-shirt seemed like it could break free at any time.
Thinking of this, Lawrence's heartbeat became a little disordered.
Taking a deep breath, Lawrence quickly controlled himself, searching his mind for ideas, thinking about how to start the conversation, but before he could catch a clue, their steps had already stopped -
arrive?
For the first time, Lawrence realized how short the red carpet was.
"……Thanks."
In such a hurry, Lawrence was unable to sort out a clear idea in his mind. In the end, he still started with the most clichéd and simple way. His expression gradually became clearer, and he regained some of his usual cheerfulness and strength, but his tone still carried a little uncertainty and hesitation.
Gao Wen was a little surprised, and raised his eyebrows slightly——
Judging from their previous two encounters, they were not cordial and friendly. Gawain was a little surprised that Lawrence expressed his gratitude so straightforwardly and directly.
Lawrence was a little reserved at first, but when he saw Gawain's expression, he immediately became furious: What does this mean?
"You!" Lawrence's eyes widened and he was about to speak.
However, Gawain interrupted him, "No, it's just a piece of cake. It's a basic thing a gentleman can do. I believe David would be willing to do the same if the distance is right. It's just that I got there first this time."
BECKHAM: Me?
Beckham was also a smart man. He could tell at a glance that the atmosphere between Gawain and Lawrence was a bit weird. Coupled with Gawain's previous response, he couldn't help but have some guesses in his mind. As a result, he was now involved in it. He was also full of question marks and secretly cursed Gawain in his heart: This cunning boy.
On the surface, Beckham still showed a smile, "I am definitely not as relaxed as Gawain. I still have to thank Gawain for this."
Lawrence glanced at Beckham quickly, smiled politely, and then looked at Gawain again: Although he wanted to scold Gawain emotionally, what was that expression just now, what was the expression and words that were eager to distance herself from the matter, she was not a virus, but his reason still managed to stop himself from going too far, and he tried his best to stay calm.
At least one of Beckham's words was correct. The tattooed muscular man just now was definitely not a "piece of cake". She was also a little worried about Gawain's condition.
But how should I start? "You..."
Lawrence tried to speak, but was interrupted by a call, and then her agent could be seen rushing over.
"Jennifer, are you okay?"
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"Jesus Christ, I'm going to kill those security guards, what the hell is wrong with the organization? And those reporters! God, you better be okay!"
There was a lot of chattering and rambling, and even before the person arrived, the sound was already stealing the show.
Lawrence was a little overwhelmed. He looked at his agent and tried to call out to Gawain. However, Gawain and Beckham just exchanged a few polite words and then left, leaving Lawrence no chance at all.
The agent didn't care about Beckham and Gawain, and pulled Lawrence to look him up and down, which strangled Lawrence's last bit of struggle in its infancy.
Lawrence turned his head and looked at the two figures walking away. Finally, he gave up, drooped his shoulders, and let out a wail in a somewhat depressed tone.
"Ugh!"
As a result, the agent became nervous and thought that Lawrence had a health problem. He kept asking questions, and then there was another chaos.
Clearly, they need to communicate.
Here, Beckham confirmed Gawain's condition again, looked him up and down carefully, and only after getting Gawain's affirmative reply of "It's OK" several times did he let out a long sigh of relief.
"… Fortunately, fortunately. Otherwise, I don't know how I would explain to John."
Gao Wen, however, caught the details of the conversation and looked over with curiosity. "David, what do you need to tell John? What did John tell you?"
Beckham:……
His expression was slightly stiff, and one could tell at a glance that he looked like someone who had been caught.
Seeing Beckham's expression of not knowing how to respond, Gao Wen smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't hit anyone. This is the truth."
Wait, why does this sound weird?
The image of the tattooed man falling just now automatically appeared in Beckham's mind, and his body tensed up involuntarily.