The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 971 Dating
"…That's Anson, right?"

"Anson's Anson? Jesus Christ, how is that possible?"

"Why is he here?"

"Ah, he is so charming, ahhhh!"

"It's even more amazing up close, God, I can't breathe."

"So, who is that woman? Is Anson dating?"

"Wait, Anson likes older women, does that mean I have no chance? Ah, a thousand arrows piercing my heart."

"I can't believe Anson is dating a woman like that! What's wrong with me? Why isn't he dating me?"

"Anson actually likes modern art, which is totally unnoticeable."

Rustling and chirping.

It's a hot topic across the board and can't be stopped.

In the gallery, three staff members huddled together, whispering and trembling.

Outside the gallery, the crowds of people quietly gathered and slowly filled the view——

Not only at the door, but also across the street a small group of people came one after another. Now you can still count them, there are less than ten people, but looking at them cheering and shouting on the phone, you can guess that they are probably calling their friends and things are quietly getting out of control.

However, Nora and Anson, who were visiting the gallery scene by scene, did not notice.

"... Ahem, ahem, sorry to bother you, would you like something to drink? We have coffee, soda water, and milk."

Carol-Bright was pushed out by her colleagues and went forward to entertain Anson. She felt her voice trembling, her palms sweating, and her knees shaking. She had consumed all her strength in just one sentence.

Nora turned to look at Anson, "Did you eat anything on the plane? If not, don't drink coffee on an empty stomach. How about soda water?"

On the side, Carol's eyes widened.

So close?

Anson nodded gently. "Soda water then. Excuse me, could you please heat up the milk and give me another glass?"

Nora, "Are you going to hold two drinks?"

Anson, "The hot milk is for you. You need more water than I do."

Carol: ??? What kind of dog food is this?
Reflexively, Carol nodded and turned to head to the pantry.

Nora saw this scene and didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Carol, wait, you don't have to obey his command."

Carol paused, "Don't I have to?"

Carol looked at Anson with confusion on her face, her eyes gleaming with expectation.

Nora... didn't know how to refute?

Nora noticed it. She saw Anson looking at Carol with a smile on his face. "Of course, you should listen to her. She is the boss here; but I think she would not refuse a glass of hot milk."

Carol nodded vaguely.

Nora immediately saw two light blushes on Carol's cheeks. She couldn't believe her eyes. She was still not used to this scene.

Carol looked at Nora.

Nora took a deep breath, "Hot milk, why not?"

Carol nodded obediently, hesitated, and then couldn't help but said, "So, you know each other?"

Anson nodded slightly. "I'm not sure if she remembers it, but we did meet a few times in the past six months."

Carol's eyes were about to pop out of her head.

Nora looked helpless and raised her hand to slap Anson on the back of the head.

Anson: "Oh."

Nora looked at Carol, "Yes, Carol, we know each other. I'm his mother."

Carol: ...jaw dislocated, mouth agape, frozen in place, like a robot with a burnt-out CPU, screws, springs, gears all popping out.

After holding it in for a long time, Carol finally managed to utter a few words.

"Nora Wood...Anson Wood...Oh, oh! Jesus Christ!"

Nora spread her hands, "Yes, this is the same Wood."

Carol, "Damn it!" The curse word came out of her mouth, and she immediately covered her mouth -

He stood at attention, turned around, and fled, without noticing his limbs were tangled.

Nora shook her head repeatedly, "What on earth are they thinking?"

Anson, "They want to confirm who my date is."

Nora blinked, her flu-delayed brain now finally understanding, "Wait, you? Her? What the hell is going on here?"

Anson said calmly, "Well, you are my date today. Hey, tell me the truth, how long has it been since Daddy took you out for a date night?"

Nora looked at Anson who was still in the mood to joke, and finally couldn't help shaking her head helplessly, "I can't believe what they are thinking."

"Welcome to Hollywood." Anson was very calm and had long been accustomed to it.

At this moment, Nora finally noticed the crowd gathering outside the gallery.

A dozen or twenty people were standing across the street, craning their necks to look into the gallery. There was even a paparazzi-like figure carrying a camera with the long muzzle aimed at the gallery, just waiting to capture the scene.

"Mom, I'm sorry." Anson's voice brought Nora back to her senses.

"I know you don't like media attention, but it seems you are exposed now."

Nora burst out laughing without holding back. "Don't worry, I'm not surprised at all. When you were preparing to go to Hollywood, your father had expected it. He was even looking forward to it. 'Anson Wood's father', he doesn't mind walking around with such a title."

"But you, are you okay? God, they should have no peace."

Nora's first reaction was worry.

She hadn't expected that Anson's life was now completely surrounded by the spotlight. Compared with the Palme d'Or or the North American weekend box office champion, this scene was more intuitive and more shocking.

It was not until now that Nora truly realized what a so-called superstar was.

But before the worry could fully spread, Nora caught the mischievous light in Anson's eyes. She knew her youngest son's expression very well. "What are you thinking about?"

Anson looked at Nora with an innocent expression, "Mom, I'm the victim, okay?"

Nora didn't believe it.

Anson raised his hands in surrender. "I don't want to be disrupted by outside attention. When I start to avoid it, they succeed. So, I think, since they are curious, let them pay attention. One day they will get bored."

Nora is waiting, there should be more to come.

really.

“When they paid attention, I thought, why not take advantage of them.”

Nora, "What do you mean?"

Anson did not answer. Lucas had just told him that Nora had encountered some difficulties in her latest work project, and the promotion of the exhibition was not as good as expected. He thought that maybe he could provide a little help.

Not the media.

Those flashing lights outside were not caused by Anson; but since they appeared, Anson thought, why not take advantage of the situation?
Nora looked at Anson carefully and wanted to scold him, but she was worried that Anson would get into trouble. After all, these media were not easy to deal with; but seeing Anson's eager and ready appearance, she swallowed her words.

Anyway, no matter what happens, they can help Anson.

Besides, could a good kid like Anson cause any trouble if he continued to act up?

Anson brought the topic back to the topic, "Don't you think there's something wrong with the exhibition display?"

Nora regained her attention and raised her voice, "What do you mean?"

(End of this chapter)