Chapter 974 Part-time Driver
“…Could it be the driver?”
The rustling of trivial discussions inadvertently lightly hit his eardrums, and Lucas’s face turned darker.
Lucas: Haha, driver, the answer is correct. Isn’t he the driver tonight?
However, the surface remains unmoved.
His face was as deep as water, calm and collected. Lucas held his head high and his chest upright, buttoned his suit with his slender fingers, turned around and walked straight around the front of the car towards the gallery.
Just in time, I also saw the movement outside and took the initiative to open the door and come out.
"Anson..."
"Anson!"
"Anson."
In an instant, the buzzing sounds in his ears all turned into murmurs calling Anson -
either loud or soft, excited or shy, excited or lost.
The trivial sounds continued to surge, as if the buildings in all directions were doing a tap dance, and the world was undulating in the field of vision, with heat waves rolling in.
Lucas: Driver and bodyguard.
Anson did not dodge.
Luoluo stood there gracefully, glanced around, smiled and gestured to the crowd, as if he was greeting the neighbors next door in the morning -
without waving.
Precisely because it was so normal and natural, it was not like a superstar greeting and cheering. The crowd received the signal and responded politely. The heat wave, which was boiling like lava, did not explode out of control for the time being.
Then, Anson politely stepped aside and protected the lady behind him in a gentlemanly manner.
In an instant, Nora could feel the eyes of the audience coming out like a midsummer rainstorm, hot and raging, so fierce and majestic that she couldn't breathe. Subconsciously, her steps paused. .
Just now inside, Nora had already seen the grand scene outside, and she was inevitably worried about Anson.
Nora suggested that Anson leave through the back door and avoid public view as much as possible.
But Anson has a different opinion.
Of course, they can leave through the back door, but the back door is probably surrounded by paparazzi; what's more, even if there are no paparazzi, if they choose to leave through the back door, it means they choose to avoid the sharp edges.
First of all, you have a guilty conscience. Originally, they had nothing to hide, but as a result, the media might just pick on the facts and fabricate news out of thin air.
Second, stimulate curiosity. The more they dodge, the more excited the paparazzi becomes; the more they hide, the more determined the paparazzi continues to dig.
To be precise, this is a cat-and-mouse game, but the point is -
Their starting point is the same, whoever escapes first will become the mouse.
Anson has always been upright and aboveboard when facing the media, and is willing to communicate on an equal footing with the paparazzi and the public. No matter who will be the cat in this cat-and-mouse game, he is not It will be a mouse.
Having said that, Anson still left the decision to his mother.
Noila thought about it for a while, and finally chose to break through head-on.
However.
Norah immediately realized that she had underestimated the power of the crowd. It seemed to be extremely turbulent, and the actual experience was even more crazy.
Involuntarily, I paused in my steps.
Click. Click, click, click.
There were not many paparazzi, but the sound of the shutter still found a place among the crowds of people, proving its presence with the silver flash.
But precisely because there are not many, they are scattered in different corners, and the flash attacks here and there, making it difficult for the eyes to adapt to this stimulation.
Then, Nora saw Lucas coming forward, standing on the side of the car, opening the door respectfully, and making an invitation gesture solemnly.
"Please, Mrs. Wood, Mr. Wood."
Norah quickly got in the car without having time to think about it.
Anson looked at Lucas and caught the ridicule in his words. Is this some kind of role-playing game?
"...Mr. Driver?" Anson joked.
Lucas looked at Anson expressionlessly. However, Anson could clearly see the despair in Lucas's eyes, and he chuckled directly, and followed him into the car without provoking Lucas any more.
Lucas reminded him angrily, "Be careful when you bump into each other."
Watching Anson's left leg retract into the car, he closed the door.
Bang.
With a muffled sound, the paparazzi and the onlookers finally woke up a little:
That’s it?
Is Anson ready to leave like this?
For a moment, I was anxious.
The bustling shouts broke out instantly, like a heavy rain on a summer afternoon, falling without warning, and the whole world roared.
Everything happens right in front of you. There are no tricks, so that people can't react, they don't think about chasing, they don't think about encircling, they don't think about getting close, but they stay calm and orderly. space.
Completely unaware, he just watched Anson get into the car.
......That's it?
It took a moment to realize that Anson was ready to leave.
Whether it was the paparazzi or the crowd, they suddenly became anxious, with all kinds of questions and screams, and an overwhelming amount of energy burst out in an instant.
Ahhhh, ahhhh!
The whole world was shaken.
Lucas, however, beat him to it.
Those long legs had already walked around the front of the car and returned to the driver's seat in just a few steps.
Then, he walked away.
No pause, no hesitation, leave before the crowd comes to their senses.
At this time, the crowd at the scene finally reacted and surged into the street in a gesture of bursting the embankment and releasing floodwater, swallowing the street in an instant. They chased after them with flashes and shouts, but in the end they could only catch the back of a vehicle.
Reluctant to give up.
"Ah, Anson ahhhhhh..."
It was shocking and heartbreaking.
With a shout, a figure rushed out from the bustling crowd, rushed forward obliviously, like a cheetah, running at full speed -
I'm not kidding. For a brief moment, it felt like entering the 100-meter flying showdown at the Olympic Games, and all eyes were fixed on the figure who was riding a brilliant figure.
The man ran wildly and shouted all the way. His strong and strong body and heart-rending screams were inconsistent but somehow integrated. It was difficult to accurately describe the emotion brought about by the scene in front of him. The impact was so strong that others were stunned and watched helplessly as the vehicle turned.
Then, disappear.
The man finally ran out of energy and stopped chasing. He stood there, supporting his knees with both hands, gasping for breath. His sadness and helplessness could be felt half a street away. The lonely man The back view made the crowd chatter at the scene -
After all, they were just watching, and how could they compare to the true feelings of others.
Meanwhile, in the gallery.
The three of them pressed against the glass window, stood on tiptoes, and looked at the commotion in front of them. For a second, they were reminded of the St. Patrick's Day parade not long ago.
"If he yelled, 'Hey, Anson, your wallet,' that would be a comedy." The man complained in a low voice.
Carol looked back with a speechless face.
The man raised his hands, "Humor. This is called humor. There is no sense of humor at all. Life is so tiring."
After a second pause, Carol said quietly, "If he Shouting, 'Hey Anson, your phone,' that's a horror movie."
And in the car.
Nora looked through the rearview mirror and stared at the figure who stopped with a face full of reluctance and regret, "Anson, is it really okay?"
Anson looked serious, "If we stop now Car, I stepped forward to express my thanks and then gave him a hug, what do you think?”
Without waiting for Nola to respond, Lucas shifted from second gear to third gear and stepped on the accelerator.
Anson: ..."Hey, Mr. Driver, are you voting with your feet?"
Lucas refused to answer.
(End of this chapter)