Chapter 748 Walking Advertisement
"Anson, Anson, this is 'American Weekly'..."
"Little Frank William Abagnale, look here!"
"Anson Wood!"
Along the way, as Anson advanced, the media on the left side of the red carpet shouted hoarsely, trying to attract Anson's attention with different keywords, and let this person A super star left his mark.
Then——
“Lucas!”
A call, very, very unexpectedly, caught Anson’s ear. He followed the sound and looked over, and saw a familiar face at a glance. .
Nicholas Flynn of The New York Times.
Anson immediately realized that he had been fooled and actually stepped into the opponent's trap.
The other reporters around were full of confusion. Their eyes quickly moved back and forth between Nicholas and Anson, trying to decipher the code of "Lucas" and why this name could stop Anson.
A faint smile appeared on the corner of Anson's mouth, his eyes fell on Nicholas, and he gave Nicholas a meaningful look.
Nicholas understood it and made no move. He just closed his mouth tightly:
Don't worry, the secret is safe with me.
Of course Anson knows that his family information will not be kept secret for long, and the media can dig it out as long as they are willing; but he still hopes to delay it day by day and let them stay clean for as long as possible.
"Hey, Nick."
Anson took the initiative to say hello, and the envious and jealous eyes around him swallowed Nicholas instantly like a rainstorm, and the air was almost on fire.
Nicholas had no time to pay attention to other people, and immediately asked the question, "How does it feel to attend the Golden Globe Awards for the first time?"
Anson relaxed and just stopped where he was, cool and clear Juan's temperament easily caught the eye, the flashes poured down like a waterfall, and the sound of the shutter almost suppressed the screams of the audience.
——"Anson, marry me."
A heart-piercing cry tore through the rolling heat waves and exploded.
This scene made Anson's smile rise, and he shouted back, "Please wait for me at the city hall."
Ah, ah ah ah.
Ah!
Screaming, losing control in an instant, the entrance to the Hollywood Hilton Hotel was in scorched earth.
When he looked back, reporters around him whistled and started cheering to join in the fun, so much so that Anson was about to speak but was interrupted again.
After waiting for a moment, Anson was able to speak, shrugging slightly and spreading his hands, "A little nervous, I'm trying to find a place to put my feet here."
Relaxed, comfortable, and comfortable .
This is Anson, but when you think about it, when Anson stepped onto the red carpet of the Emmy Awards for the first time, he showed unparalleled magnanimity and style. There is no need to be surprised or sighing at this scene.
Nicholas was not surprised, nor was he surprised by time. He knew that he had to seize the time, "So, do you have any premonition of winning the award tonight?"
"After all, last time at the Emmy Awards, you won the award for your first nomination."
"Ha." Anson chuckled, "That consumed all my luck."< br>
“No, I don’t think tonight’s award has anything to do with me, I want to enjoy the party and I heard the buffet at the Golden Globes is delicious.”
Funny as always, no half points nervous?
From the corner of his vision, Nicholas could catch the figures on the left and right vying for the first place, both of them trying to grab the attention——
Here, the authoritative name of the "New York Times" has no advantage at all, and no one cares.
So, Nicholas needs to seize the time and throw the focus directly outward.
"Anson, it is rumored that you rejected the proposal of "Ocean's Twelve" because of Brad Pitt? Or because of Matt Damon?"
Breaking news!
Anson could immediately feel the heat waves on the surface of his skin, almost burning, which made a smile creep up the corner of his mouth and fall into his eyes.
"Is it my imagination? It seems that the space five steps away is all quiet."
This is a fact, because all the reporters and staff coming and going held their breath, even the rapidly approaching The TV camera team all stood there stupidly and kept their distance. Everything is like pressing the pause button——
Nervous and anxious.
However, Anson just found it funny.
Just pierce it.
As a result, the reporters also realized that they were holding their breath, and their joy overflowed. They were slightly embarrassed, slightly embarrassed, but couldn't help but laugh.
Then.
“Actually, it’s because of George Clooney.”
Anson gave a different answer.
He knew that reporters were preparing to spy on Anson's relationship with Brad and Matt. All three of them would appear at the awards ceremony tonight, and every move he made next might be studied under a magnifying glass. At this moment, Anson The answer will set the tone for everything.
But Anson didn’t seem to understand the reporter’s subtext and gave another answer.
"Apparently, George thinks I'm too young to pull off the charm of a black suit. I totally disagree, but will defend to the death his right to express his opinion."
Ha.
A roar of laughter.
On the "Ocean's Eleven" poster, George, Brad, and Matt were all wearing crisp black suits. Anson was joking about this -
100% nonsense.
Anson did not hide his nonsense, but cleverly shifted the topic to himself; with the following sentence, the laughter came out.
Moreover, Anson did not respond directly from beginning to end.
Nicholas noticed whether Anson was slippery or not, and he was ready to continue asking; but this time, he missed the opportunity and the NBC live broadcast team appeared.
Everyone was craving Anson, including the TV stations.
Irenne-Haynes (Irenne-Haynes), wearing a light purple dress, approached gracefully and gracefully, the camera was focused on Anson, she raised her voice and shouted to Nicholas.
"Sorry, can we borrow Anson for two minutes?"
Nicholas: Haha. no.
If he said something bad at this time, the scene would be very funny; but if he can't, he still needs to give NBC some face.
Grinning, he smiled softly, nodded slightly, and watched the TV station intercept the news.
Not only Nicholas, but also other reporters around him rolled their eyes.
The camera didn't capture it, but Anson didn't miss it. This scene made the smile on his lips completely bloom.
Irene looked at Anson and felt a little dizzy——
The tailoring of the suit was just right, with a little more than enough and a little less. The delicate fabric wrapped little by little to outline the muscle lines of the body.
It can't be seen from a slight distance. The thin and slender figure has the pale and slender look of a vampire; but when you stand in front of you, it's completely different. The tension of the muscles completely stretches the fabric, and a hormonal heat wave hits your face. , the pure and ferocious aura makes people blush and their hearts beat.
Perfectly just right.
It was only then that I could truly feel the charm of this suit.
To be precise, it should be the chemical reaction completed when Anson wears it.
No wonder the audience and movie fans at the front of the red carpet were all in a state of panic.
At this time, Irene couldn't help but hold her breath. Her brain was blank for a brief second, and she was completely involved in Anson's charm, unable to extricate herself.
Fortunately, Irene was not completely lost and finally regained her sanity.
"I can't believe what I'm about to say next, but I want to ask...whose clothes are these?"
(End of Chapter)