After looking at the watch, it was already 2:30 in the afternoon. Sebastian hesitated. The time for Lance to set off was already up. So should he remind Lance? His understanding of Lance is still limited, and he is not sure what he should do. I usually heard that Lance must not disturb him at work, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable. Even Tom Cruise was scolded to death.

Now Lance is working...

Suddenly, the sound of the door opening came from behind, interrupting Sebastian's random thoughts and stood up immediately. Then he saw Lance saying to the room with a smile, "If you don't mind, I can take over the editor's job..." The person inside just shouted "get out", which made Lance laugh out loud, closed the door of the room, and looked at Sebastian and said, "Let's go, leave this stuffy little iron can."

It can be seen that Lance is in a good mood, and the post-production progress of "Rampant Road" should be very smooth.

However, as I breathed in and out, Lance's figure had already reached the stairs. Sebastian quickly said, "Lance, there are paparazzi downstairs." He chased after him all the way, but Lance said with a smile, "Don't worry, they won't bite people." Sebastian couldn't help laughing.

As soon as he walked out of the building gate, the paparazzi who had been guarding the distance rushed over in the 100-meter Olympic race. Paparazzi suddenly appeared from all directions. The scene was spectacular. In the blink of an eye, about seven or eight paparazzi surrounded Lance.

"Lance, rumored that you will return to the comic adaptation of the next work again. Is this true?" "There are rumors that you are negotiating a long-term cooperation project with Universal Pictures. Do Chaos Pictures have any special plans next?" "Did your next work decide the subject matter? Commercial films, or art works?"...

Questions one after another, all revolve around the next work. In recent times, there have been countless news in the circle. Although no positive answer has been received, just this detail can be seen that after the end of this year's Oscar farce, Lance continued its upward momentum. If it weren't for the irregular time bomb of the "Raging Road" that suppressed the restlessness within Hollywood, I'm afraid the situation will be even more lively now, far from being involved in a Universal Studios.

Lance's footsteps did not stop, and he was still moving forward calmly and vigorously, as if he was not affected at all. Sebastian found that his pace could not keep up at all. He had to take three steps in Lance's two steps. In desperation, he could only trot and chase them all the way. The speed of the entire team was completely beyond imagination.

"My movie is about to be released, you should care more." Lance teased Dylan Wilde in the paparazzi group with a smile.

Dylan just paused slightly, then shouted, "There is no news about the new movie yet. Is it because he wants to continue to remain mysterious, or is it because he found out that he was shot in the post-production film?"

The propaganda offensive of "Rampant Road" is vigorous, and almost no work can form a confrontation, even "Return of Superman" and "Pirates of the Caribbean 2" cannot, but all propaganda is a peripheral offensive, and no plot-related content has been leaked, and even the trailer has never been released. This mysterious propaganda strategy has raised the appetite of all viewers, but has encountered collective complaints from media reporters - no news, no explosive points, no gimmicks! They have no room for play.

Not only was Lance not angry at Dylan's attack, but instead laughed softly, "If you say yes." After that, Sebastian opened the co-pilot's door, Lance successfully got into the car and blocked all the paparazzi outside.

Dylan stood there in surprise, so, was he just transferred to the scene?

After starting the engine and set off, Sebastian couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his forehead, looked back, worried that the paparazzi would continue to follow. However, Lance waved his hand, "There is no news, they won't follow." No vehicles in the rearview mirror followed, confirming Lance's statement, and Sebastian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"By the way, I'm going to go to the acting school to pick up Emma, ​​and then go to Burbank together, no problem?" Sebastian remembered this and said casually.

Lance paused for a moment. After he returned from Namibia, he had not met Emma yet. In a blink of an eye, nearly three weeks passed. "Well, no problem." Lance put away his thoughts and answered casually. He turned to look at the sunlight outside the window, was stunned for a moment, and then temporarily excluded all the complicated thoughts and began to think about the post-production of the "Rampant Road".

In the afternoon, the whole city was shrouded in a heat wave, and there were no vehicles on the road. In just twenty minutes, we arrived at our destination. "It's just a traffic light." The red light made Sebastian stop the car. He turned to Lance in the passenger seat and said, lifting his finger and pointing to the building not far away, "Where. Hey, have you seen Emma? She's already waiting at the door."

Without Sebastian's reminder, Reims saw Emma at a glance.

The fair and slender legs were particularly conspicuous under a white dress. The royal blue flat shoes and navy polka dot hairbands were paired with the simple and clean outfit revealed a strong retro 1980s flavor. Emma was holding a few books in her arms, standing under the shadow of the big tree at the door, a breeze blew, and the skirt was flying, and the ladylike temperament danced on the light skirt, revealing a touch of playfulness.

At this moment, four or five young boys walked out of the building playing and were standing not far away and clamoring, pushing a tall and thin boy. The boy was pushed and staggered forward a few steps without the center of gravity. Fortunately, he stood firm and avoided the dilemma of falling. The boy stood shyly and scratched his head, then took a step forward and walked towards Emma.

The boy probably called out, Emma turned her head, and the hem of the skirt gently floated, rippling in the air. The boy scratched his head embarrassingly again, and said something stammeringly. Then he saw Emma laughing heartily. Instead of pretending to be a ladylike gesture, she laughed unscrupulously. The bright smile shone brightly in her bright eyes, and even the sunlight that stayed on the treetops was eclipsed.

"Hu", Lance's breathing suddenly suffocated, and his heart stopped suddenly and attacked without warning. This made Lance a little panicked. Before he even had time to think deeply, the car started again - the red light turned into a green light, and the distance was getting closer and closer.

Lance could clearly see that the boy also smiled brightly, and the joy flying on his eyebrows was filled with the youthful and ignorant nature of a boy. Emma said something else. The boy seemed to let go and did an exaggerated move of an orangutan walking. Emma laughed out loud, without the lady's hypocritical behavior, but showed her true self. The boy seemed to be inspired, and his body movements gradually became loose, saying something like a stroke. Emma still had a smile on her lips, raised her head, and looked at the boy with concentration...

The car parked on the side of the road, and the sound of brakes made the boy look up, and then Emma turned her head.

Aaron Taylor-Johnson raised his head and saw the black sports car in front of him. A hint of curiosity appeared in his eyes. Then the door of the passenger seat opened, and a pair of feet wearing light brown sailing shoes appeared in his sight first. Looking up along the shoes, the sky blue casual suit pants, white collarless linen shirt, and light blue motorcycle jacket, which seemed out of place, was naturally integrated with the man. The elegance and a hint of unruly mature temperament easily attracted all eyes, and even the noise on the street seemed to disappear.

Aaron only felt that he had become extremely small in an instant, not physically. His height was six or one foot, and even if he stood in front of the other side, he was not inferior to him. Instead, he was psychologically, the illusion of looking up surging in an irresistible and turbulent manner. His powerful aura had an irresistible absolute strength, which made him panic.

He raised his head and his eyes fell on the man's face. Aaron opened his mouth, and the name "Lancelot" stuck in his throat, unable to make a sound, and even his brain was in a state of crash.

Sebastian was ready to get off the car and pick Emma up, but Lance had no need to get off the car. Unexpectedly, the sound of the door opening came from his ears. He turned his head with confusion, "Lance..." Before he could even say anything, Lance had already gotten off the car. He looked at Lance's back with confusion, and was in a dilemma for a moment.

"Lance?" Emma did not hide her surprise at all and cheered, "Why are you here?" Emma trotted towards Lance.

But unexpectedly, Lance walked up to the shoulder and walked towards Aaron. Emma could only follow Lance's pace and turn back. "Is this your friend? Don't plan to introduce it?" Lance's magnetic voice came over, with a slight smile in his words, but Aaron felt a chill flashing behind him.

"This is Aaron, my classmate in the acting class; Aaron, this is Lance." Emma did not notice anything wrong and began to introduce it generously. "Aaron has some experience in performing stage dramas, and we communicated a lot in class."

Aaron felt that it must be his own illusion. Lance's vast eyes, like the sea, flashed with a gentle halo, but the invisible oppression came to his face, "It seems that I must thank you, thank you for your care for Emma." Lance stretched out his right hand and expressed his etiquette. Aaron was stunned and reached out and held Lance's right hand in a daze.
Chapter completed!