George's voice penetrated the not-noisy air and rang, attracting a lot of attention. The scattered pedestrians came to their eyes. The middle-aged man raised his hands to express his innocence and explained the situation loudly, "I am William Morris's agent. I just think she is very suitable for potential." William Morris' agency, the oldest agency in Hollywood, ranks one of the top five.

George was not angry either, but just returned with a hint of teasing, "But she didn't seem to be interested." This made the pedestrians around him chuck with kindness. The back and forth questions and answers made everyone understand that no serious incidents happened here, and they felt relaxed. Many people recognized George Clooney, and the atmosphere immediately became harmonious.

"Mr. Clooney, this is my job..." The agent explained in a humble and arrogant manner, and he seemed to be helpless in his words, as if he was saying: Why are you meddling in other people's business and interfering in my job?

Lance leaned on the back of the chair with his elbow, relaxed his muscles, and watched George relax for the little loli. Many people around him recognized George - but did not recognize him. All the focus was on George, which made George more and more adept. The mature manly style in every move instantly gathered the surrounding focus.

Lance found this interesting. He knew that George was like a politician who could easily solve public communication problems, let alone small things like today. However, this was the first time that Lance saw George's style in public up close. The calmness and elegance in every move made time a charm.

Hollywood artists focus on image creation, not just under the spotlight, but also such trivial matters in private life are unambiguous.

Emma Stone turned around and her eyes swept across George, and then fell on the man next to her. It was him! Lancelot Strello! Emma recognized the man almost at first sight, even though he only showed one-third of his side face.

He sat there casually, a light gray vertical striped shirt made his upper body look straight and slender, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, like a cat taking a nap in the sun. His lazy sexual feeling was like a ray of sunshine leaking from the window frames in the corner of his mouth.

The man half closed his eyes slightly, as if he was sleeping, looking at George who was giving a humorous and funny speech with enthusiasm. George didn't seem to want to lend a helping hand at all, but just wanted to show off in front of the public. The man's narrow eyes directly revealed a thrilling blue, and the playful and playful light flashed slightly, as if he was a cat playing with a mouse.

Emma only felt that her heart was beating faster and faster, and the excitement and throbbing were almost out of control. She originally thought that they would meet again soon after the Sundance Film Festival - after all, she already knew his true identity, and the publicity period of "City of God" was an excellent opportunity. But the fact is the contrary, she has not seen any opportunity in the past six months. If the news about "City of God" was not everywhere, she would have almost thought that everything was just a dream of her.

Unexpectedly, they met again today, which caught people off guard.

But... Emma took a half step forward and found that Lance didn't notice her at all, or to be more precise, did not recognize her at all. Just now, Lance looked at her with interest, and the middle-aged man who claimed to be his agent, but there was no emotional fluctuation, as if the two were strangers who had first met. This made Emma's hot heart cool down in an instant, and all good moods became extremely bad.

Emma raised her head and looked at Lance seriously, trying to capture any fluctuations from his sight, but she was disappointed. This made Emma suddenly fall directly from the sky. Even though the weightlessness of falling made her feel upset and her mind was full of chaos. I don’t know whether it was disappointment, anger, or other emotions like depression. I just gritted my teeth and complained irritably, "I shouldn’t say anything, and I don’t say a word that should be said."

Pause, or pause, then Emma finally noticed something was wrong. The noise around her slowly settled down and did not disappear, but left a buzzing and depressing sound, which made the scene quieter. Emma raised her head and looked around in confusion, and then saw the middle-aged man's surprise, George's embarrassment, and... Lance's laughter.

Emma's pupils suddenly expanded, and then expanded. Wasn't what she said just now a cry in her heart? Could it be... she said it directly? Moreover, her voice was not small? Emma's mouth opened slightly, and she was extremely embarrassed, and she wanted to disappear directly from the spot.

God! She needs help! She is extremely urgent!

Emma looked at the almost uncontrollable smile on George's face, with a hint of guilt, but her eyes were soon attracted by Lance next to her. Lance's bright eyes were filled with a surging smile. Although she still looked lazy and calm on the surface, she seemed to have no emotions, but Emma just tasted a little gloating. She took it for granted that she thought that Lance was the one who mocked her, which made Emma's anger rushed directly to her head, almost like a wild horse, and the words in her mind blurted out, "Look at it, aren't you worried that I was abducted?"

Lance still looked like he was not concerned about his own affairs. He imagined how George would deal with such a situation, kindly helped him to help but did not expect it but helped him. Moreover, this little loli didn't seem to give George face. Could it be that the charm of a mature man is useless to underage loli?

"Hey, I'm talking about you!" Little Loli's voice came again, and then Lance felt several gazes projecting from different directions. Even George looked at it in confusion, Lance was even more confused - he didn't know why things were involved in him, he was just a bystander.

Lance turned his head, and then his eyes collided with the little loli in front of him. His talking eyes were filled with bulging emotions. His fair skin was almost transparent, and his slightly frowned nose was a little playful. You could vaguely see some cute little freckles on both sides of the nose. The childish eyebrows were filled with infinite youthful vitality... This loli seemed familiar, but Lance couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while.

Lance raised his eyebrows gently and raised his voice back, "So, will you be kidnapped?"

He actually treated me as a fool! "Of course not. He was so stupid. He just kept asking for a business card for me. How could I be kidnapped?" Emma said angrily, why did she think he was a gentleman? During the first two encounters, he took the initiative to help himself. Even though he had never met before, today he looked like he was not in his own way and was hanging high. What was going on?

Emma seems to have forgotten the most important point. The first two encounters were isolated occasions without bystanders, but today is not.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Lance's mouth, and the cunning in his eyes flashed away. Then Emma reacted, completely contradicting herself, which made Emma's cheeks flush red in an instant. Her fair skin could clearly see that the pink color was dyed into crimson little by little, as if she was showing her emotions in front of everyone. All the momentum she had just accumulated dissipated, but she wanted to disappear directly from the spot immediately.

But at this moment, Lance spoke again, "Sir, sir..." He did not continue to embarrass people aggressively, but shouted loudly at the agent. Such reaction also puzzled George and the middle-aged man. Emma secretly raised her eyes and glanced at Lance, but soon shrank back timidly, turned her head angrily, muttering in her heart, "It's just a vase, a vase! It must be filled with straw. But what about 'City of God'..."

When Emma thought of this, she was even more upset because of her swaying. However, Emma noticed that the surroundings were once again quiet. Could it be that she had just said her thoughts? If so, she would fall to the ground and pretend to be faint!

He quietly raised his eyes and glanced at the scene, and found that no one was focusing his eyes on her, which made Emma secretly relieved. Then, her eyes couldn't help but follow everyone and look in the direction of Lance. Then he found that the middle-aged man actually walked to Lance and handed his business card to Lance through the flowerbed.

Lance took the business card and whispered, "Sebastian Derek, William Morris' agency." Then he took out his cell phone and called, "Coll, it's me, Lance... Yes... I'll ask you something. Does your company have an agent named Sebastian Derek?" As he said, Lance looked up and down at Sebastian, "Well, less than six feet tall, with a little beer belly, black curly hair, looks like coach Ansy in the 'slam dunk', well... maybe a little thinner and taller..."

Puchi.

When Emma heard Lance's description of Sebastian, she couldn't help but laughed out loud. Then she realized that she was rude. She raised her head, but found that Sebastian scratched her head awkwardly, with a smile on her lips, which seemed not to be upset.

After Lance asked, he hung up the phone, then showed a polite smile to Sebastian, and then looked at Emma, ​​who was standing not far away, "I have proved it for you, this little lady, he is a real agent, working for William Morris's agency, and has never achieved great results, but a sincere person, if you are interested, can call him."

After saying that, Lance stretched out his right hand, clamped the business card with his index finger and middle finger, and handed it over.
Chapter completed!