Chapter 1447: Making a coincidence
"Clang!"
A figure hit the coffee table without paying attention, and the whole world shook, the coffee poured over and overflowed the golden mountain. It couldn't be worse. "Sorry, oh, God, sorry!"
The person who caused the trouble seemed panic and rushed, put the things in his hand on the sofa next to Anson, apologizing while looking for tissues to help wipe the coffee spreading on the table.
Fortunately, most of the two cups of coffee on the table had been drunk, and there was not much liquid left in it. Although it was a mess, the degree of disaster was limited.
Ansen waved his hand, "It's okay, don't worry."
If it's not necessary, Ansen doesn't want to attract too much attention and keep a low profile.
The person who caused trouble looked at the wet desktop in front of him, his face full of annoyance and depression, "Sorry, I was too careless, really, really, very sorry."
Ansen showed a light smile, "I'm serious, I'm not hurt." Ansen raised the book in his hand and showed his pants again-
Unscathed.
The person who caused the trouble let out a long breath, and the burden on his shoulders was finally removed, "But your coffee... at least allow me to buy a new cup of coffee for you."
Originally, Anson wanted to refuse, he was not interested in the second cup of coffee, but looking at the other party's guilt and restraint, he still smiled, "Then I accept it calmly, a cup of latte, thank you."
Ho.
The person who caused trouble obviously relaxed his expression, and then he rushed in and out again, delivered the coffee to Ansen in person, and apologized again. Then he found a place diagonally opposite Ansen and fell tired. Looking at his slightly trembling knees, he knew that the storm he had just experienced was already stormy.
But before he could completely vomit out in one breath, he stood up again, took back all the personal items left by him on the sofa next to Anson, hugged them tightly in his arms, lay back, and fell back into the sofa. This last action seemed to consume all the energy in his body, and he looked exhausted.
No words are needed, you can see the blank look in your mind.
With this, An Sen raised his lips gently, but did not continue to say anything more, and lowered his head and buried it in the book.
However, the sound of taking a deep breath diagonally broke the tranquility. "Ansen...Ansen..."
Stummy words revealed Ansen's true identity. When you look up, you can see the face full of astonished eyes that are almost falling out. The whole person is stunned and stiff in place in a stunning posture.
It is not easy to ignore it.
Ansen laughed silently, "Let's go, I'm not Dracula."
The person who caused trouble shook his head stiffly, "You are even more strange than Dracula."
"Ha." Ansen laughed directly.
The person who caused trouble swallowed his saliva, "But, why...so that was..."
A series of words but stops seem meaningful. It seems that Anne's retreat is not as silent as she imagined, but Anson is also mentally prepared for this -
In New York, everyone is focused on their own affairs and rarely wants to look up and observe the lives of others; but it does not mean that she turns a blind eye. Occasionally, inadvertent glances may also notice certain situations.
For example, Anson and Anne.
But now is not the era of smartphones, and passers-by cannot leave evidence at any time; now is not the era of social networks, and a little bit of turbulence may also evolve into traffic.
So, don't worry.
Being noticed? That was noticed, being more generous, and if you hide it, it may cause more speculation. It is better to be calm.
Ansen did not deny or affirm, and smiled at the eyes of the person in front of him, allowing the speculation and speculation to spread in the air.
The person who caused trouble seemed to realize that he had discovered something secret, closed his mouth in panic, but he couldn't help but secretly glance at An Sen. After glanced at it, he deliberately straightened his back to cover it up. The obvious movement exposed the surging inside, which really made people laugh. "Ahem."
He cleared his throat.
"Ansen, I never thought I could meet you here, God, it was...unbelievable."
"Jon-Lucas, a screenwriter."
As he said, he stood up, stretched out his right hand to Ansen, and expressed his greetings carefully. "I apologize again for what happened just now. I am conceiving a script. My whole mind is filled with things. I don't pay attention to the surroundings at all. I've been in trouble all day. I'm starting to worry now that leaving the door when I conceived the script is a dangerous thing. Maybe I shouldn't come out."
Ansen gently raised his jaw, looked at Jon with a gentle expression and a smile, but he didn't say anything to answer.
Jon was stunned and immediately understood it. "Ah, sorry, I've disturbed your own time, right? Look at me, I never notice these things, so I won't bother you now." "Hope I won't be on your blacklist of refusing to cooperate, ha."
A little teased, and then Jon turned and walked back to his position awkwardly.
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He had just finished sitting down and took a deep breath, stood up again, grabbed the things in his arms with both hands, and plucked up the courage to turn around and face Ansen.
"Ansen, I'm really very sorry. I'm disturbing you again. I'm just thinking about... this script, the script I'm busy with. Do you have time to take a look?"
Ansen's eyes left the book and looked up.
Jon seemed restrained and nervous, and kept swallowing. "I, uh, I'm busy with this script. I have countless thoughts in my mind, but I don't know how to organize it, but I didn't expect to meet you here unexpectedly."
"I have also heard about the 'butterfly effect' thing. It's no secret in Hollywood now. You have put forward some suggestions to the two screenwriters to help the script finish sorting. I think, maybe you can give some suggestions to help me get rid of my current predicament."
An Sen raised his eyebrows gently, "Just just help with the script?"
Jon nodded vigorously.
Anson, "If I'm interested, are you going to invite me to act?"
Jon's eyes lit up, "If you're interested, it's perfect. But I just hope you can give some advice."
Anson looked at Jon and pondered, "Well... So what you mean is that you didn't spend time making a coincidence here, just hope you could meet me and hand over the script to me? You didn't invite me to act, and I didn't want me to be interested in the script and then make a special project?"
Jon:... "No, of course not, you misunderstood, a complete misunderstanding." Jon laughed in panic, "Ha, everything is a coincidence, really."
Anson gently lifted his jaw, "So that's it."
Jon: That's it? Just believe it?
Ansen, "If I misunderstood you, I apologize."
"I just noticed that after you hit the table, you deliberately put the script on the sofa next to me, and didn't even forget, put the script directly to me so that I could see it, and kept leaving the script here on the excuse of coffee, hoping that I would be interested in the script."
"And then, in your self-introduction, the screenwriter is the keyword, the topic revolves around the script, and you have been observing my expression."
"So, I guess, you should have come for me."
"But if not, please forgive my self-speculation."
(The end of this chapter)
"So, I guess, you should have come for me."
"But if not, please forgive my self-speculation."
(The end of this chapter)