Chapter 370: Follow the clues
“So, is there anything else that needs to be discussed?”
The air was 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."
There is no topic, reporters can also make up topics, anyway, they won't Let Anson escape easily, a casual sentence can burst the hornet's nest, and a little carelessness can offend anyone.
Traps abound.
Anson lightly shrugged and smiled, "I hope I can become friends with them in the future. Any one of them can, they are all unattainable."
The corners of his mouth rose. , showing a mouth of neat and white teeth.
The reporters were a little discouraged——
They expected that Anson might be difficult, but they did not expect it to be so difficult.
With no other choice, the reporters asked about Paris Fashion Week and the Dior catwalk. The harmonious atmosphere at the scene no longer looked like a group of people besieging or tense, but it was relaxed and freehand.
Anson was very cooperative throughout the whole process, not only patient and calm, but also friendly and cordial. It was not until all the questions were finished that Anson calmly left the scene under the protection of the airport security personnel. There was no crowding or chaos. Anson even broke a sweat. Not even out, whole body is dry.
Security staff: 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. 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 calling and sending emails.
Only Anson is idle.
Anson was not surprised, he simply said goodbye and got off the car alone.
With a quick glance, Anson could see a strange vehicle parked on the opposite side of the street, as well as a strange figure leaning in front of the car door and circling around -
Paparazzi.
This is the first time.
Because of my 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.
According to common sense, it is estimated that the airport will not be able to capture anything useful. After the reporters photographed Anson's escaping figure, they will continue to pursue him and follow Anson all the way to his residence to launch the second wave of siege. block.
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."
Ansen 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 among 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 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:
Let’s go. 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... click...
In a rare moment, the paparazzi slowed down significantly in pressing the shutter, and slowly calmed down, one by one looking at each other. But can't determine what happened.
"Kevin, don't fall behind."
Anson waved again, smiled, and then turned and walked towards the house.
The whole audience was confused.
Forget about 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 beating heart and looked around with an innocent face. He was as confused as the rest of his colleagues, trying to find "Kevin"——
Is it Kevin? A spy among them?
At the same time, 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 doesn't want to miss the point, he has to move as quickly as possible.
The air was slightly tense. Anson dropped a stone, causing ripples and retreated. However, the paparazzi were tense and on full alert. The atmosphere was as if a "Mission: Impossible" was being staged.
Edgar was about to leave, but Eve asked the driver to wait with a wicked look on her face.
"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 a mess.
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 good show will be invisible swords and swords."
Yi Fu is 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 even more highlighted. Come and extinguish all the suspicions and nastiness hidden in the shadows.
If the scandals between Anson and Winona are all fabricated, then... what is 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)