The President’s Five Children

Even though the road has already done countless times of heart building, but really came to the press conference, Yembi still balked in her heart.

Once again beating the drum of retreat, “Bruno, why don’t we still … Bruno?”

Turning his head, where is Bruno’s figure in the driver’s seat.

Instead, the door on his side of the car was pulled open.

Bruno was standing right outside, slightly bent over, handing her a pair of sunglasses, “Told you I’m here, just follow me.”

Besides, it was too late for regrets.

Yembi didn’t have a chance to repent at all, and was directly brought off the bus.

Seeing the two people coming down from the luxury car, the reporters were like cats who smelled the fishy odor, the cameras all turned around, lest they miss any important news.

Yembi hurriedly put on her sunglasses, so as not to be blinded by the flash.

But in front of so many people, his heart began to beat uncontrollably.

Bruno, next to him, faced the camera with a straight face, not reacting at all.

Just like a puppet.

Even when the flash was pressed non-stop, he was still blinking slowly without any loss of composure.

The reporters shot for two minutes straight and finally determined that the two people in front of them weren’t any big shots.

Immediately, they gave up filming and continued to go squat on the site of today’s press conference.

“Did you go to Stick Country as a trainee before?” Yembi inquired curiously, “You actually didn’t react at all to such strong lighting.”

“When I was in the second semester of middle school, I did want to go over to become a star, but then I gave up.” Bruno spoke up.

“Why?” Yembi was curious.

Bruno looked around to make sure no one noticed him before continuing, “Because my sister told me that after I went to the stick country, I wouldn’t be able to eat as much fresh fruit, and I couldn’t even eat watermelon whole.”

He wanted to leave home, but if he couldn’t eat anything after leaving, what was the point of going out?

Pfft!

Yembi didn’t hold back one bit and laughed outright.

What a surprise, Bruno was actually a foodie when he was a kid.

Then the question arises.

If he was a foodie as a child, then why is he such a picky eater now that he’s grown up?

“I grew up and naturally matured.” Bruno said in a serious manner, “People learn to control themselves, just like facing these cameras, every time you attend a symposium or summit, there will be reporters, and you’ve practiced over time.”

So that’s how it is!

Yembi nodded, “Then it must have been very uncomfortable at first?”

Bruno: “…”

He expected Yembi to adoringly compliment himself a few times, but to his surprise, the woman asked about the very beginning.

What was the very beginning like?

Bruno actually kind of didn’t remember much.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

But his body had a better memory than he did, and just being asked that made his eyes start to glaze over and hurt.

Meeting Yembi’s concerned gaze again, he silently reached for the sunglasses in his pocket and put them on himself before speaking, “It was pretty much habitual at first.”

Ch!

It sounded like a lie at first.

Yembi was about to say something else when she saw a boy dressed as a staff member running over.

Seeing Bruno, he spoke respectfully, “Mr. Newman you’re here, there are too many reporters at the main entrance now, I’ll take you through the staff passage!”

Bruno hmmm’d and lifted his steps to follow the staff forward.

Yembi was dumbfounded.

She guessed that Bruno had a way to get in, but she honestly didn’t expect that it was such a blatant way.

This was turning the insiders against each other?