The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 555 Family Reunion

"This vase, um..."

"The painting is good, but the style of the hall does not match..."

"Have you considered rebuilding the wall?"

As soon as he entered the door, Charles Wood put his hands behind his back and began to patrol.

His voice is low and elegant, as magnetic as a vinyl record. Although he is chattering, his unhurried speaking speed and sincere tone are not aggressive at all. He enters the ear without any obstacles and is easily caught. Attention, paired with his appearance and attire, naturally exudes a sense of persuasion.

This is also a kind of charm.

A word naturally came to Anson's mind:
God stick.

Well, it seems inappropriate to use such words to describe this skinny father; but this is the first word that comes to mind.

Anson ignored Charles's nagging and looked down at the card in his hand. When he opened it, he saw that it was actually a card——

dark chocolate.

Anson's head was full of black lines. He took the plate of chocolate and started chewing on the spot:
Silky smooth. Mellow. A hint of bitterness subtly blends into a rich but not overpowering sweet aroma. Light and graceful on the tongue.

As soon as Charles turned around, he noticed the corners of Anson's mouth raised slightly, revealing a shallow smile, "I knew you would like it."

Anson leaned on the wall at the entrance of the hall, "Why did you come here suddenly? You probably didn't come here specifically to help me rearrange the apartment, right?"

Charles was still elegant, "Oh, I got a brand new job in Los Angeles, and your mother said I should come over and visit you."

"Oh, God, it's been so long since we last met."

Anson took another bite of chocolate, "It hasn't been long enough for you to recognize me." Seeing Anson's blond hair, Charles was not surprised at all and did not ask, "So, the point, a job in Los Angeles?"

"Yes, Johnny Depp, do you know him? He bought a villa in Beverly Hills. He didn't like the decoration and needed to completely overturn it. Darren recommended me to him. I need to come over and talk to him first. Talk to him."

Anson didn't answer——

His intuition felt that it was a bit strange; but he couldn't explain why.

Judging from his memory, Charles was not the type to have surprises come to his door. He had been in contact with the upper class all year round and knew clearly that no one welcomed such surprises.

Because surprise often means breaking in, breaking the daily routine in a rough way, and maybe even discovering secrets, which is exactly what the upper class dislikes the most.

However, Charles appeared at the door without saying hello.

Things are a bit strange.

Anson chewed the chocolate and stared at Charles quietly.

Under Anson's gaze, Charles was very calm, and the smile on his lips slightly raised, "Wait, did I choose the wrong time? There are still lingering guests in the bedroom upstairs?"

Anson raised his eyebrows slightly, "You can go upstairs and confirm it yourself."

He still didn't see any clues, maybe it was just that he had just finished recording the album, and his biological clock, which was reversed day and night, still hadn't adjusted, and he was suspicious.

"How long will you stay in Los Angeles this time, and where will your accommodation be arranged?"

Anson temporarily put aside his doubts and stepped into the role of master.

"Tea? Coffee? Or...alcohol?"

Charles smiled and said, "Are you sure? You can do it yourself? In the past, someone always sent it to you at home, but now you have to rely on yourself."

Anson lightly shrugged, "There is no way. This is the life of an 18th-tier actor in Hollywood. In fact, I am very capable now. Luca will be surprised."

Charles watched Anson's footsteps enter the kitchen, "Coffee is good, so I'm about to taste the handmade coffee you brewed by yourself?"

"Hand-ground coffee. Even though Chris ground it all, it's still hand-ground coffee. Oh, Chris is my roommate, and he went to the gym early in the morning."

While talking, he got busy.

Just when I put the kettle on the gas stove, there was another knock on the door.

Charles sat in the hall and looked over, "Do you need my help to open the door?"

Anson waved his hand and walked towards the door, muttering.

"What happened this morning? Could it be Edgar? He didn't say he was ready to come."

"surprise!"

Opening the door, an elegant woman stood in front of her with a smile, a suitcase at her feet, and a bouquet of golden tulips in her hand. The golden sunlight flowed down her hair, outlining the outline of her face, and her gestures. Revealing a neat and cool temperament.

Anson, "Mom?"

It was Nora Wood who appeared in front of her.

The second uninvited guest.

Anson blinked, "Dad just arrived, why don't you come together?"

"Your father?" Nora was stunned, "Isn't your father in Seattle?"

A voice came from the hall, "Nora?"

Nora also looked in, “Charles?”

The scene was a bit chaotic.

Anson carried Nora’s suitcase and gave up his seat, “Mom, come in first.”

Looking outside, Anson was looking for paparazzi on the street.

Anson also knows that the media can easily dig out the Wood family if they are willing; moreover, the Wood family is also mentally prepared, and they can accept the possible exposure calmly and calmly.

But honestly, Anson doesn't want their lives to be harassed by paparazzi.

Work and life are two different things after all.

Nora looked at Charles with surprise on her face, "Why are you here? I thought you just came to Los Angeles next week."

Charles, "I haven't decided whether to take this job yet. If it officially starts, it will be next week; but I hope to interview the client before making a decision. As a result, Johnny Depp said that he is only free for these two days. Next week I was about to fly to the Caribbean for vacation, so I came over early.”

"What about you? Did you just get off the plane?"

Nora nodded, "Yes, Getty has a project and is going to talk to me about it. I thought I should come over to see Anson, so I came right over after getting off the plane."

Every word you say to me, the broken truth is pieced together from the intertwined language.

Anson carried his suitcase and entered. "Although the room doesn't look big, believe me, the space inside is very spacious. You can choose any corner to continue the conversation instead of standing at the door."

A small joke attracted the attention of Charles and Nora, and the two walked hand in hand to the hall, smiles couldn't help but creep up the corners of their mouths.

Anson saw this scene as soon as he turned around. Charles and Nora were exchanging glances. Both of them looked very surprised, not expecting to meet here.

It seems that this is a coincidence...?
Anson joked, "If Luca was standing at the door now, things would be interesting."

Like magic——

knock knock.

Just when Ansen finished speaking, someone actually knocked on the door.

The air condenses briefly.

Anson looked at Charles and Nora, and Charles and Nora also looked at Anson with astonishment on their faces.

Anson, "Are you sure it's not Luca outside?"

Noila waved her hands repeatedly, “How do we know who is outside?”

Anson's pupils narrowed slightly, something was wrong.

Although it was just an intuition, every cell in Anson's body sensed something abnormal.

This time, Anson said nothing, carefully observed the expressions of Charles and Nora, returned to the door again, and opened the door.

"Hey, Anson!"

That smiling face, who isn't Lucas Wood!

(End of this chapter)