NBA Emperor: Kobe Bryant's Son

Two 10 minutes later.

Catherine punched Sean on the chest and said angrily, "Oops!! Didn't you say you can control..."

With an embarrassed expression on his face, Sean whispered, "I'm sorry, I thought I could..."

The two were relatively speechless.

Sean asked softly, "It should be all right?"

Catherine's cheeks were slightly red, and she leaned on Sean's chest and sighed softly: "Although the probability is very low, it's not impossible!"

Sean scratched his eyebrows and said solemnly, "I will take responsibility!"

"God, I'm still in school, if I have a baby, I don't know what to do??"

"Hey, dear, not so lucky."

"Are you still laughing?? Asked to wear protective measures, you still say you can control it."

Catherine exasperated.

Sean smiled awkwardly, touched Catherine's cheek and said softly, "Don't mention it, go to sleep!"

"Ah~"

The next morning.

Sean and Catherine were asleep, and they didn't get up until eight or nine o'clock.

News reports from Los Angeles went viral outside, and Kobe's phone was ringing off the hook, all asking about Sean.

Because Sean inexplicably ran to Harvard University to play during the critical period of the main game, and scored a triple-double with luxurious data, which was never achieved by the Lakers.

Kobe was in a state of desperation, sitting in the lobby shaking his head, and he was handling all his son's affairs.

Sean was happy and quiet, and even felt that nothing happened.

ten o'clock.

Sean and Catherine are up, frolicking in the bathroom and brushing their teeth.

"Catherine, my teeth are whiter than yours, hehehe."

"No, the skin color of black people will make the teeth whiter."

"Forget it, I'm starving to death!"

"I ordered breakfast to be brought."

After the two finished washing, the waiter brought a hearty breakfast in less than 10 minutes.

They ate and chatted and planned to go shopping together.

Sean called Pope to inform him that he was ready to go.

Catherine helped Sean dress neatly, pulled the collar and praised: "Honey, you look so handsome in this suit."

"Haha, it seems that I don't have the right to choose clothes, I just wear what you like."

Catherine smiled sweetly: "I don't like it when you imitate black compatriots, what kind of West Coast style, decadent style, pants almost fall down to the bottom, it's so tacky."

Sean chuckled: "It's the west coast, those funny guys!"

The West Coast culture spreads all over the world, and many people like to imitate it, and if they play it too far, it will appear nondescript.

Sean actually doesn't know much about this culture. He has little contact with people like Anderson as a sports student.

There are no real hip-hop people in the circle I grew up in.

Sean walked out of the hotel with Catherine in his arms, and Pope and his gang were waiting outside in a car.

Catherine's walking posture was not right, and she looked a little awkward.

suddenly.

Catherine punched Sean, who asked innocently, "What for?"

Catherine was about to say something, when she saw the media taking pictures around her, she whispered, "Sean, there are reporters."

"where??"

Sean was a little guilty and seemed to be evasive. Catherine said in a straight voice: "At ten o'clock, be more generous. Why do you look like a thief?"

"Uh...no."

"Kiss me!"

Sean knew that Catherine was trying to declare sovereignty, so he obediently lowered his head and kissed Catherine on the forehead.

The reporter's shutter clicked hard, and within three to ten minutes the news would come out again.

Pop opened the door of the Lamborghini and shouted, "Master B.J!"

"coming!"

Pope got out of the car, and Sean took Catherine into the Lamborghini.

The gang set off.

No matter where he went, Sean's fans seemed to be everywhere, once or twice was fine, but Catherine felt a little helpless after more times.

The two took a short break at a scenic spot.

Catherine said wronged: "Sean, don't you feel very annoying? There is no personal space and freedom."

Sean shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "One thing, but fans are like this when they meet their favorite stars, so we can't blame them."

"The problem is they interrupt us."

Sean said rightly: "We are destined to lose our personal space when we are enjoying the wonderful moment that everyone is watching. Those stars who want to get the treatment that ordinary people don't have, but also want to get their private space...the idea is beautiful."

Catherine smiled slightly: "Honey, you are Kuo Da!"

"Hey, of course!"

The two walked together and warmly greeted the public in a park. Sean also found a basketball court to interact with the children.

Continuously staged super-accurate three-pointers and violent dunks, which aroused the admiration of all the children in the audience.

Just as the two and four bodyguards were about to go back, a group of little guys surrounded them.

"Don't go, sign me, please!"

"Take a photo with me, idol!"

"I want me too!"

Sean said briskly, "OK!"

After busying for half an hour, Sean and his party finally returned to the hotel and stayed in the room for lunch at two o'clock in the afternoon.

Catherine suddenly said, "Are Sen and Tom going to the Lakers?"

"Where did you hear that?"

"Didn't you tell me? Many people on the Internet are talking about it!"

Sean sighed and said, "I heard from my dad that the Lakers don't have enough funds...."

"Sean, why doesn't your dad invest in the Lakers?"

Catherine wondered.

Sean rolled his eyes and said speechlessly, "Honey, do you know how much it costs to become a major shareholder of a team?"

"How many?"

"Nine or ten digits. It's impossible to make a big purchase. How can the boss agree? The proportion is a little smaller than hers. More investment and less occupation should be able to pass."

Sean guessed.

"I'll tell you a secret."

Catherine said mysteriously.

When it comes to secrets, especially those about his lover, Sean's curiosity is instantly aroused.