The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 356 The Hand of a Gentleman
lively. Hustle.

Spreading from inside the tent to outside the tent, media reporters immediately launched an extensive discussion. The hot Anson actually climbed to a higher level again——

After boldly stroking the tiger's beard, he retreated.

In fact, this statement is not accurate, because it is not just as simple as escaping intact, Karl even expressed appreciation for Anson's changes.

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

It is now certain that the entire fashion circle will focus its attention on Anson, and a new storm is spreading around the world.

This time, even if you have no interest in the breakthrough and reform of Dior men's clothing, you have to focus your attention. It is obvious that the situation is out of control.

Between the rustling conversations and pleasantries, eyes were inadvertently focused on Anson. Chanel's catwalk was about to take place, and the focus was still on Anson. The heat hidden in his sight gradually heated up the air.

Maybe, not everyone.

The lady sitting on the left side of Anson did not raise her eyes to look at Anson at all. She lowered her head slightly, and her short hair fell down to cover half of her face. Her shoulders were shaking slightly, and she seemed not to be awake.

The memory of meeting Anne Hathaway on the plane resurfaced, and Anson was seriously thinking about whether he should keep some distance this time?
Annie: Sneeze!
Anson looked at the lady in front of him, and then looked up at the crowd around him again. The feeling was a bit subtle. The whole crowd was obviously paying attention to his movements, but no one came forward. Anna, Eddie, and even Edgar were all very busy. No, instead, he, the focus of the topic, was left aside.

In the final analysis, the current Anson is just a label and a symbol, carrying various meanings, but without vitality, let alone color and edges.

Just like Malena from "The Beautiful Legend of Sicily".

When Anson raised his head and looked around, those eyes were automatically avoided, and only a very, very few of them smiled generously.

The corners of Anson's mouth raised slightly, but he was neither restrained nor nervous, and he welcomed those gazes generously.

Not because he felt comfortable, but because he knew that the more he avoided, the more uncomfortable he became, and the more unscrupulous those gazes became.

This was the case in the previous life.

After his father's business exploded, he had to face these strange looks. No matter what he did, even if it was an apology, even if it was guilt, even if it was repentance, it would still be a sin to fall into those eyes.

They wanted him to die to atone for his father's sins, but he couldn't do it. Even if it wasn't for his mother, there was a kind of stubbornness in his bones. The more others wanted him to do so, the more he couldn't let them get their wish. He carried his own pain and continued to move forward until he The day I could finally breathe.

In front of him, the nightmares from his previous life were inadvertently intertwined together in his mind, but he was not afraid, because he had already experienced hell no matter how terrifying or thorny it was. How could he be timid just because of this scene in front of him?

The only correct way to respond is to enjoy those looks above board.

Then, Anson looked at the lady in front of him again.

After all, Anson still didn't turn around and leave.

When you calm down and take a closer look, you can notice that the lady is covering her stomach, her delicate eyebrows are tightly intertwined behind her messy hair, and her tight shoulder lines are spreading down her arms and back.

On the surface, she was half asleep.

But is it because the pain is unbearable?
With a thought in mind, Ansen squatted down diagonally in front of the lady, keeping his eyes level, "Hello, miss, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

The lady nodded casually, her body seemed to have lost all strength, and her slightly invisible jaw made her whole body sway in a daze.

At this time, Anson noticed that his pale and bloodless face was densely covered with small beads of sweat, which was constantly consuming his body's energy.

Subconsciously, Anson touched his pocket——

cell phone! Not here, in order to ensure the fit and lightness of the look, Anson did not carry anything with him, everything was in Edgar's backpack.

Damn.

Anson said without polite greetings, "Do you need an ambulance?"

The lady came back to her senses a little, took a deep breath, and waved her hands weakly, "It's okay, I'm okay. I, uh, I just need a cup of hot water."

But as he spoke, the intermittent words had no further meaning.

It could be seen that she was using her willpower to resist the pain.

Anson looked up and around, and immediately had an idea, "Wait a moment."

This is Paris, and probably no one carries a thermos bottle with them; but this is Fashion Week, and there are models everywhere who have irregular meals three times a day to control their diet, and there are many models who suffer from stomachaches.

This also means that finding a few painkillers like aspirin shouldn't be difficult.

Standing up, Anson entered the backstage of Chanel with ease——

The security guard subconsciously tried to stop Anson. No one wanted to bear the consequences of the design being exposed in advance, but seeing that it was Anson, he couldn't help but be more tolerant.

Anson entered the backstage, looked around, and couldn't help but feel a little troubled:
Don't look at anything inappropriate.

A little different from Dior the day before yesterday, this year's Chanel is the highlight of women's clothing throughout the year. All the models in front of you are female models, and they are all unfamiliar.

Fortunately, Anson didn't know them, but they knew Anson, and they did make some new friends during the whole day of partying and socializing yesterday.

After spending a little time, Anson found a bottle of water and two aspirin.

"Here, aspirin, should be able to help you get through the difficulty temporarily." Anson returned to his position again, unscrewed the mineral water and handed it over.

The lady took the aspirin, threw it into her mouth, and tried to pick up the mineral water, but found that her wrist was shaking so much that she could barely hold the mineral water.

Immediately afterwards, the lady noticed that Anson was gently holding the bottom of the mineral water bottle with his fingers. He did not take the mineral water in person and feed her a drink, but he helped her while keeping a distance, which was a perfect display of gentlemanly demeanor.

She could no longer care about thanking her, so she took a sip of water and swallowed the aspirin. Then the mineral water was taken away. She lowered her head again and held her head, which was as heavy as a thousand pounds, with both hands.

Snapped.

A warmth surrounded her, and she looked sideways. It was not a coat, but a dark brown Chanel scarf. It seemed that he had borrowed it temporarily.

The warmth relieved the tense nerves and muscles little by little.

The Chanel spring and summer fashion show has begun, and the audience has already taken their seats. Anson is sitting next to Anna. It is his first time to attend the four major fashion weeks with Anna as his company. This honor really has to make people look at him.

After the catwalk went on for a while, the lady on the other side finally recovered and sat upright again, and the pain finally subsided.

She gently leaned back on the chair. A handkerchief and a bottle of mineral water appeared in the corner of her sight. They were placed there quietly. Her eyes couldn't help but move up along the slender fingertips, and then she saw a slight smile. .

Warm and bright.

Involuntarily, the heart that had curled up into a ball relaxed.

(End of this chapter)