The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 123 Shoulder a Mission
In a light gray shirt and a black suit, he sat on the sofa with a calm and relaxed expression. He naturally crossed his legs and showed a calm toughness in his movements. His calm and self-confident temperament always attracted the eyes to drift over, but he did not dare to stay. , and immediately moved away in a hurry, fearing that he would accidentally bump into those deep black eyes.

Short hair, wide forehead, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, the originally tough facial lines and the stoic and expressionless look exude a sense of majesty from the inside out, and one look can directly lower the temperature in the room.

Just like this time.

The waiting area is spacious, and there are obviously free seats everywhere, but at this moment, the guests waiting here quietly distance themselves from each other, crowding in the corner in twos and threes, so that there is a no-man's land here, even just Even the flies took a detour.

However, the peripheral vision of his eyes still drifted towards him, and he couldn't hold back his curiosity, secretly observing and secretly guessing. Instead, it became a tacit understanding among the guests, and they made up eight hundred words of gossip in their minds while exchanging glances.

Until someone shows up——

"Hey!"

A slightly nervous voice warned, causing Anson to stop in his tracks.

The voice secretly glanced at the black charcoal, and immediately became nervous. He swallowed, worried that his reminder might cause misunderstanding, as if the guy would take out a silenced pistol and start killing people in the next second. He looked at Anson again, Just a word of caution.

“There’s seating here, too.”

It was a woman who looked to be under thirty. Although she was a little reserved, she still smiled at Anson, gestured to the seat next to her, and gave a subtle reminder.

An Sen understood the situation, responded with a smile, and gestured to the black charcoal, "He is my bodyguard, and he is born with a black face."

Crowd: Oh.

A sudden realization dawned on them, and they seemed to have found the correct explanation. One or two of them relaxed slightly, and could clearly feel that the temperature had warmed up slightly.

Anson thanked him again with a smile, then took a seat next to the black charcoal and placed the cheeseburger on the table in front of him.

Black Charcoal had long noticed the movement around him, but his eyes never left the newspaper in his hand. He said in a cold and stiff voice, "Who knows how to pair whiskey with burgers?"

Next to the cheeseburger, there was a glass of whiskey without ice.

The sound without temperature or fluctuation once again attracted the attention of the surrounding people.

Anson seemed particularly calm, "I started drinking before six o'clock in the afternoon. It seems that someone has been under a lot of stress recently. Isn't he already drinking?"

A hint of helplessness flashed in Black Charcoal's slender eyes, looking at Anson who was not joking seriously, but he did not refute, and just warned, "Don't tell mom."

With that said, Black Charcoal handed Anson a pack of original potato chips next to the whiskey.

Anson already had a pile of food in his hand, but he still signaled with his eyes. Black Charcoal had to put down the "Wall Street Journal" in his hand, help open the potato chips, and then put the potato chips in Anson's hand.

Anson was not in a hurry. He took out some potato chips and put them in a tissue paper. He stuffed two potato chips into his mouth. He expertly kneaded the tissue paper into a ball, crushed them all, and then sprinkled the potato chips on the hot dog. , then he stuffed the hot dog into his mouth contentedly, with a look of happiness between his eyebrows.

"Ah, as expected, the afternoon tea snack is hot dogs and potato chips."

This was the original owner's favorite, and Anson couldn't imagine such a food combination, but after trying it once, he unexpectedly fell in love with this weird combination.

Black Charcoal raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "You just like this weird combination of flavors. Don't tell it in front of your mother. If she knows that I ordered these for you, and there are also beef patties, it will probably be too much." I’m going to nag.”

——Lucas-Wood, Anson’s brother, is six years older than Anson. Because of the large age gap, when Anson was born, Lucas was full of expectations and excited, hoping wholeheartedly to be able to Having a younger brother/sister to accompany him, and finally waiting, the little guy was so happy.

In the memory of the original owner, there is a photo in which Lucas's thin body is holding the infant Anson, showing a bright smile to the camera, and vowing, "I will take good care of my brother."

Of course, Lucas didn't break his promise.

Anson glanced at Lucas calmly, "You know this means that all my fitness results this week are ruined because of this combination, right?"

Lucas looked calm, "How come I didn't know you were still working out?"

Anson: ..."Breathe. Don't you know that breathing is the greatest calorie-consuming exercise?"

Lucas blinked and hesitated to speak, but in the end he nodded silently with a "Okay" expression on his face.

The corners of Anson's mouth slightly raised, and he was very satisfied with this response. As for Lucas's expression, he simply ignored it, "Whose idea was it for the dining car outside?"

Although the dining car was unsigned, Anson knew it was Lucas's work at a glance.

After all, from choosing the menu to contacting the resort and the city hall for permission to contacting "GQ" to ask for behind-the-scenes photos to print and make humanoid cards, this series of tedious and complicated actions not only supports Anson but also plays a little prank, and also Just Lucas.

Lucas didn't answer, "Do you like it?"

"Haha." Anson laughed, "It's very trendy."

Lucas showed some helplessness between his brows, "I'm only twenty-four, not thirty-four."

When he turned twenty, Anson kept talking about him being an old guy. This kind of teasing even spread in the family, so that some relatives followed Anson in calling him by his nickname——

"Old Luca".

Lucas had a headache, but his expression didn't show. He looked at Anson who was chewing heavily, and then started to laugh at himself as Anson said, "Yes, I asked some children in the company who were born after 1990 and got some inspiration. "

After 90?
That is a baby under ten years old.

He was joking, but his face was expressionless. No matter how funny the joke was, it turned into an academic study. It is estimated that a ten-year-old baby might be frightened to tears.

Looking around from the corner of his eyes, he knew: he was shivering and couldn't laugh.

Anson smiled widely, "Are you sure? I think the kids will wet their pants before they see you."

Lucas noticed Anson looking around. He glanced coldly and said in a deep voice, "I was joking just now, can't you hear it?"

The air was silent, as if a crow was flying slowly from above.

"I was kidding," Lucas repeated.

Ah.

Dry laugh.

Ha ha.

awkward.

The innocent people around them laughed dryly, but the panic in their eyes could not be concealed. After Lucas looked back, he could see the backs of others leaving quietly one by one.

Lucas ignored it and turned to look at Anson, his face indifferent.

Snapped!
A customer was so anxious and panicked that he almost fell down because his soles were in the air. He used his hands and feet to control his balance and avoid embarrassment. But he didn't know whether it was because of fear or embarrassment, so he fled in a hurry without looking back.

puff.

Anson didn't give any face and laughed directly, "This is a good joke."

　The fourth update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)