Chapter 1440 Superstar
Drew-Fuller suddenly couldn't control his reason, because he was too surprised and too frightened, and his words blurted out like this. "Oh, God! Grass!"
The words at the beginning of "F" were directly echoed, and in front of Ansen.
In an instant, Drew's whole body was stiff, and he felt like a popsicle.
Anne looked up at the sky, but had to calm down and save the scene, otherwise... there would be nothing else.
"Ansen, this is Drew, Michael's boyfriend."
"Drew, this is Ansen."
Drew's eyes were wide open, and he was so excited that he was speechless. "This is definitely the most important moment in my life. When it is truly realized, there is still no sense of reality. Oh, sorry, please forgive my nonsense, I must be crazy."
"Ansen, Ansen! Of course, Ansen, how could I not know Ansen."
"'Spider-Man', 'butterfly effect', 'elephant', yes, and 'warm light'." "Wow, sorry, I think I might faint!" "I really think you are the only actor in Hollywood to watch now, not because of your appearance, but because of the charm you give to the character."
The nagging, crackling, and then, abruptly.
Starting without warning, stopping in a strange place again, Drew's eyes widened, like a broken robot, as if he could see the screws on his head falling off.
Michael, who was standing next to him, looked desperate, held Drew's shoulder with both hands, moved back slightly, and blocked him quietly, protecting Drew behind him, and squeezed out a smile at Anson, "...Please forgive his enthusiasm."
This scene was a bit funny.
Anson's smile rose gently, "Hey, I'm not an alien. I'm like Annie. There's nothing special about me, but my job is slightly different."
Drew had a stiff smile on his face, as if he was talking to himself, and seemed to be whispering to Michael-
But the volume was not low, and everyone present could hear it.
"God, he is real."
A statement was spoken in the form of a qi sound, and the feeling of joy exploded.
Michael's expression was slightly awkward, "It's different, Annie, it's just Annie, but you..."
Michael looked at Anson up and down, trying to find an accurate adjective, but failed. "You are you," Michael said dryly, "A real star is like a character in a movie entering reality."
ha!
Anson chuckled directly, "You should sit down with my brother and exchange opinions. He is the same as yours. In his eyes, I am a dead child. He should be able to convince you that I am just me, nothing special, a guy he beats in his mind countless times."
Aside, Annie lowered her head and snickered, her shoulders shaking gently.
Michael pulled the corner of his mouth and took a deep breath, "I'm not sure things can be so simple."
At this time, the opportunity happened.
Anson took out the gift he prepared, "By the way, happy birthday."
A black envelope looks low-key and formal, and you can feel the hidden luxury from the texture and design.
Michael looked at Anne, and Anne looked at Anson with surprise. Obviously, Anne did not expect that Anson actually prepared a birthday gift in such a short time.
Drew patted Michael's arm gently and called out in a low voice, "Michael, Michael..."
Michael looked at Anson carefully, "Can I open it?"
Ansen made an invitation gesture generously, "Of course. It's not Christmas now, so we don't need to be so grand. Remind that it's not a check, please don't be disappointed."
A small joke made the atmosphere lighter. Thomas deliberately let out a huge sigh of disappointment, "Ah, the dream is shattered."
Michael had no time to pay attention to Thomas, opened the envelope, and there was an invitation inside - an invitation from an art workshop at the Metropolitan Museum in New York.
Michael looked at Anson with an excited face, and Anson explained politely, "It was an art workshop, an activity where a group of emerging artists gathered to communicate and interact. I think you shouldn't mind getting to know your peers. After all, a person is particularly lonely in the creative circle."
"I hope you like it."
Michael was overwhelmed and speechless, and finally had to take a deep breath, "Of course, I mean, thank you."
Looking down again at the invitation, this is the reason, "things are not that simple."
In Michael's opinion, Ansen is not just a superstar, but also a ray of light at an important turning point in his life. Last time his painting was sold, he has not found a chance to thank Ansen until now. As a result, Ansen sent another gift today.
Thanks, it's not enough to express Michael's mood.
But there was a mess in my mind and I couldn't think at all. After thinking about it, I finally said "Thank you".
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Dingling!
The doorbell rang again and interrupted the conversation.
Thomas looked at Michael who was deeply moved, rolled his eyes and looked up at the sky, "Okay, I'll open the door."
Dropping his shoulders, dragging his feet, and walking towards the apartment gate, "Hey, Bert."
A young man in a suit dragged his tired steps, and despite his neat clothes, his face was full of "worker" expressions, "Sorry to be late, God, my boss is just a bastard. Have I told you? I hate him."
"What's the reason today?" Thomas asked.
Burt-Watson was stunned and showed a smile that was not smiling. "Actually, it's nothing, it's just evaporating millions of dollars. Haha."
Thomas also smiled, "Beautiful job."
The two entered the apartment, and Thomas took the initiative to introduce, "Bert, this is Anson; Anson, this is Burt, Anne's elementary and middle school classmate, and our next door neighbor."
Bert took a deep breath, showed a smile, and politely stepped forward to shake hands with Anson, "Good evening, I'm very happy to know you."
But his eyes did not stop and turned to Michael, "Ahha, our birthday star is here. Congratulations, Michael, take another step towards the twenty-seven-year-old club, we are all chasing you."
As he said, he handed the gift to Michael.
Michael raised the finger in the middle to respond, which can be seen that they were very familiar with each other.
Bert smiled very happily, "This is a hat, a very ugly hat. I think you'd better not wear him, otherwise you might be beaten."
After saying that, he still whistled, turned around and looked at Anne again, "Oh, Anne, good evening."
Anne cleared her throat and was about to move, "Bert."
Anne was hesitating whether she should explain to Burt who Anson was, but she didn't know how to speak. However, Burt was completely unaware of the awkward atmosphere, grabbed the beer peanut next to her and started throwing it into her mouth.
Burt looked left and right, and saw everyone standing behind the sofa, confused, "What's wrong, everyone is around me, are you going to dance?"
Michael quickly interrupted, "Is red wine? Burt?"
Berte nodded, "That's better, I urgently need some alcohol now."
Along with this sentence, everyone finally took action. Thomas returned to the kitchen to continue busy, Michael went to pour wine, Drew pulled Anne to the bedroom and muttered.
In the end, Burt and Anson were left standing in the hall. The atmosphere was not awkward, but it seemed particularly comfortable.
(This chapter ends)