Chapter 536 She Is Like the King of Birds in the Forest

Before getting off the bus, Xia Mint memorized the introductions of all the characters.

He silently recited it to Luo Tianlin, which attracted admiration in his dark eyes.

"But Big Brother Luo, I'll tell you secretly, I'm a little blind, and I've memorized all the words, but I may not be able to match the number."

"..."

Luo Tianlin's thin lips were stunned, and it was only after half a paycheck that a faint smile appeared, "It's okay. See you a few more times and you'll be right."

The Bentley stopped at the gate of the manor.

A team of professional waiters, neatly dressed in three-piece suits and white gloves, opened the back door for them.

Luo Tianlin did not move.

Chen Xin in the front seat stepped out first, and a flash of light came on.

It was the media reporters who came to the scene.

However, Chen Xin quickly ordered the security personnel of the next two cars to come down, separated the reporters and prohibited them from filming.

"Who are you? You can't take pictures." A man with glasses in the reporter team of Xinjiang Entertainment asked the old senior beside him curiously.

"The current Luo family..." The old reporter gave him a thumbs up, "He does not accept any interviews, and he is not allowed to publish photos."

"Ah? So exaggerated?" The young reporter didn't understand.

The captain of the security staff, who had already turned back to the back door of the Bentley, bowed respectfully, and only after he had whispered to the person inside, did he step out with his long legs stretched in suit trousers.

Luo Tianlin is slender and tall, and works out all year round. He has a custom suit that is tailored to fit. He only buttoned the middle button, leaving the upper and lower buttons unfastened. He flattened the corner of his shirt with his left hand with the watch, and stepped on it with his legs. on the ground.

As all journalists are not allowed to press the camera.

There was no camera flash that flashed before, and there were only lampposts arranged at random intervals on both sides of the stone road in front of the manor.

He was almost hidden in the intersection of the dark and the light.

The lamppost slanted on his stern face, and a beam of light fell, which made his face smooth, yet rigid and distinct.

There was a row of security guards, assistants, and waiters around, all wearing formal suits and dresses that matched the host's pomp.

People rely on clothes, and everyone is full of energy, which should not be underestimated.

But as soon as Luo Tianlin appeared, these people became foils.

They were all made mediocre by him, and their momentum was all lost.

"Fuck!" The young reporter from the Xinjiang Evening News immediately spilled out, "No wonder I had to take a photo!"

A man like this is at the level of a movie king!

"He's no worse than Zhou Weize who just went in! If they stand together..."

It's really hard to say who is the best actor!

The old reporter chuckled, "You're a familiar face today, remember what Mr. Luo looks like, and put the camera down when you see Mr. Luo, or else the security will come up and you'll have to suffer."

The young reporter hurriedly responded.

Do you want to remember such a striking appearance?

But he only dared to complain in his heart.

He glanced to the side, and the female reporters were already fascinated.

No wonder the female reporters were all rushing forward for the front row, those with cameras and those without cameras rushed forward.

Is this not only waiting for Zhou Weize, but also for Mr. Luo?

The young reporter thought about it for a while, and then had no time to think about it.

Because of the parking lot in front of him, Luo Tianlin, who was like a stern emperor, got out of the car, buckled the topmost suit twist, and did not move forward. Instead, he stood on the side of the car door and handed out his arm to the gentleman in the car.

In the blink of an eye, a slender hand that glowed white under the street lamp lightly rested on his palm.

Small falls on wide.

The young reporter only felt the flowers before his eyes, and saw the beautiful legs that were shining white and stepped on high-heeled shoes, beautifully drawn a small arc, and stepped out of the dark hurdle.

Like the king of birds in the forest, like a phoenix, the skirt with diamond-encrusted feathers rippling on the ground.