The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 370 Follow the clues
"So, is there anything else that needs to be discussed?"

The air is a little quiet.

Because Anson was so cooperative, the complicated situation became clear immediately, but now the reporter doesn't know how to break into it.

But how could the uncrowned king surrender so easily?
"Anson, how do you evaluate this incident? Matt, Penelope, Winona, Tom, and Nicole."

If there is no topic, reporters can also fabricate it. Anyway, Anson will not be able to escape easily. A casual sentence can burst a hornet's nest, and a little carelessness may offend anyone.

Traps abound.

Anson lightly shrugged and smiled, "I hope I can become friends with them in the future. Anyone can, they are all unattainable."

The corners of his mouth were raised, revealing a set of neat and white teeth.

The reporter was a little discouraged——

They expected that Anson might be difficult, but they didn't expect it to be this difficult.

With no other choice, the reporters asked about Paris Fashion Week and the Dior catwalk. The harmonious atmosphere at the scene could no longer find the siege and tense posture, but it was relaxed and freehand.

Throughout the whole process, Anson was very cooperative, not only patient and calm, but also friendly and cordial. After all the questions were asked, Anson left the scene calmly and under the protection of airport security personnel. There was no crowding or chaos. Anson didn't even break out a drop of sweat, and his whole body was dry. .

Security guard: I have never encountered such an easy and simple job!

In the arrivals hall of Los Angeles Airport, the reporters stood there and felt a sense of emptiness for no apparent reason. Are things really going right?

And that side.

As soon as they got in the car, Eve and Edgar got busy separately. Anson had solved most of the problems, and the framework and roads had been sorted out, but they still needed to seize the opportunity to ensure that they did not deviate from the track.

The busyness continued until the end. The vehicle had successfully escorted Anson home, but Eve and Edgar still couldn't stop talking on the phone and sending emails.

Anson was the only idler.

Anson was not surprised, he simply said goodbye and got out of the car alone.

With a quick glance, Anson could see the strange vehicles parked on the opposite side of the street, as well as the strange figures leaning on the car doors and circling around——

paparazzi.

This is the first time.

Because of my own works, I was not able to get the treatment of paparazzi following me home, but I enjoyed such treatment for the first time because of a trip to fashion week.

Rustling.

The paparazzi noticed Anson's figure and were very surprised. Because there were no other vehicles or figures, the solitary car seemed particularly relaxed.

Normally speaking, the airport would not be able to capture anything useful. The reporters would continue to pursue Anson after taking pictures of him fleeing in embarrassment. They would follow Anson all the way to his residence and launch a second wave of containment.

but now?
Because there was only one car, the paparazzi did not realize that it might be Anson's vehicle, and was killed by surprise.

There was a rush, and the paparazzi quickly picked up the camera and prepared to press the shutter, fearing that Anson would run into the house in a flash and they would not have time to surround him, but they did not expect...

"Hey, Kevin."

Anson did not turn around and run away. He stood gracefully in the sun and smiled, as if he saw an old friend and said hello cordially.

Paparazzi:? ? ?
Wait, Anson has friends in the paparazzi?

Harry Pacey is playing dead.

Grass. Hurry, hurry, hurry. What is Anson doing! You actually greeted him like this? What to do now? He either responds or doesn't respond, he's in a dilemma, so what should he do? Damn it! Hurry! What kind of fantasy is this? Those artists hate the paparazzi every time they see them, and go crazy if they disagree with them. How can they become friends with the paparazzi? Moreover, they only met once, just once!

How on earth did Anson remember him?

Harry wanted to die.

Harry could feel the inquiring eyes coming from all directions, one or two looking for the truth, but obviously no one knew what was going on——

Kevin, which Kevin?
Harry tried his best to hide his figure, hid his face behind the camera, pressed the shutter, and used the flash to blur his vision and distract his attention. There was only one thought in his mind:
Walk. you go!
However, Anson did not let Harry get what he wanted.

"How long have you been waiting here?"

"You should ask your colleagues at the airport to update the situation. I don't think you should waste time here, otherwise you may fall behind."

Paparazzi:? ? ?
Click, click, click… click… click… click…

For a rare moment, the paparazzi's shutter-pressing movements slowed down significantly and calmed down. One or two of them looked at each other but were unable to determine what was going on.

"Kevin, don't fall behind."

Anson waved again, smiled, and then turned and walked towards the house.

The whole audience was confused.

Not to mention the paparazzi, even Eve and Edgar sitting in the car were full of questions. They exchanged glances, and Eve couldn't help but sigh.

"I thought I'd seen enough freaks, but apparently I'm still too young."

Across the street, Harry tried hard to suppress his racing heart and looked around with an innocent face. He was as confused as the rest of his colleagues, trying to find "Kevin"——

Is Kevin a spy among them?

At the same time, his footsteps moved silently in the direction of his car. His intuition told him that Anson would not talk nonsense and there was no need. Since Anson said this, it meant that something happened at the airport. If he did not want to miss the explosive point , then he must move as soon as possible.

The air was slightly tense. Anson dropped a stone, causing ripples and retreated. However, the paparazzi were tense and on alert. The atmosphere was like a "Mission: Impossible" being staged.

Edgar was about to leave, but Eve told the driver to wait with a face full of mischievousness.

"It's rare. Scenes like this are rare even in Los Angeles."

Who would have thought that you could face the paparazzi like this?

It wasn't until Harry Pacey was the first to get on the driver's seat and step on the accelerator and drive away that the balance was broken, and chaos immediately erupted in front of Anson's house.

The paparazzi looked at each other, some left immediately, some got into the driver's seat and dialed their cell phones, and some strutted towards Anson's house trying to see if they could capture some pictures from the garden.

It was chaos.

Not only Eve, but also Edgar's eyes were wide-eyed, full of astonishment and wonder.

Eve then retracted her satisfied smile and patted the back of the driver's seat, "Okay, let's go, the next great thing is the invisible swords and swords."

Eve, that's right -

Anson's calm response at the airport completely changed the rules of the game. At this time, looking back at Anson and Winona's openness and calmness at Paris Fashion Week, the importance becomes more and more prominent, and all the suspicions and dirty tricks hidden in the shadows are highlighted. extinguish.

If the scandals between Anson and Winona were all fabricated, then... what was the purpose of the original source of the scandal?
Maybe the truth is hidden here.

After digging for a while, it was like poking a hornet's nest, and now it became lively.

(End of this chapter)