From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

The baby face didn't notice Ansen's joke at all, but his expression changed, becoming completely serious and earnest. He turned and carefully sized up the reporters in front of him.

His posture was as if the Terminator was assessing targets for elimination.

The air in the venue noticeably tightened slightly.

Then.

The baby face didn't hesitate any longer, turning to Ansen. "Mr. Wood, please follow me, I will protect you."

Ansen: … …

In a second, he went from "Terminator" to "Bodyguard". So, if the baby face was Kevin Costner, then he was… who was he?

But this time, the baby face didn't give Ansen time to joke, turning and striding ahead to clear the way. Ansen hurriedly followed.

"Ansen, are you confident in the holiday season?"

"How much will the box office reach this time?"

"Was the filming in Vancouver smooth?"

"What are your next plans? Rumor has it that you are preparing to participate in an Oscar-level film. Is this true?"

"Would you be willing to star in a chick flick?"

"Jennifer Lopez said while promoting 'Maid in Manhattan' that if she chose a Prince Charming, she thinks you fit the image. What are your thoughts on this?"

"Do you believe 'Catch Me If You Can' will be a success?"

One after another.

The clamorous questions came crashing down like a raging storm, instantly engulfing Ansen.

However, the baby face, standing in front and taking the lead, displayed a wave-splitting stance, with none of the flustered, stumbling appearance from before.

He relied on his physical advantage to squeeze and push forward, forcibly breaking through the crowd. You could clearly see the arc of the reporters falling backward, tearing open a path. The surging, frenzied tide parted like the Red Sea, revealing an open space, and you could actually see the floor tiles.

Ansen: ? ? ?

Dumbfounded and full of question marks, he followed easily behind the baby face, proceeding calmly through the throng without getting touched.

"Ansen…"

"Ansen!"

"Peter Parker."

"Wait!"

"Hey, hey, hey."

A chaotic and noisy sound echoed in his ears, but ultimately failed to stop Ansen's continuous progress.

The vehicle was already in position.

Edgar opened the car door, facing Ansen. "Get in!"

The baby face stopped, bracing himself with both hands, creating a space for Ansen, looking back solemnly, waiting for Ansen to pass, then cutting off the rear —

One man guarding the pass, invincible.

The baby face leaned against Ansen's back, protecting Ansen as he got into the car, deftly closing the door, then crashing forward, pushing back the surging crowd like a football player. He used a crushing move to suppress the crowd, and then opened the passenger seat door to quickly get into the car.

A series of movements, smooth and coherent.

Not only dashing, but also capable. If not for the last moment of recklessness.

That is, at the last moment when the baby face flashed into the passenger seat, he was slightly impatient and relaxed. Because Ansen had already gotten into the car, he relaxed his mind, so he didn't pay attention to the details. When he curled up to enter the passenger seat, his upper body wasn't curled up enough, and his head hit directly.

Bang.

A muffled sound, like wood striking a bell.

The baby face revealed a big smile. "Of course I'm fine. Mr. Wood, how are you? Was my work up to par?"

Ansen blinked. "I'm fine. Everything's perfect."

While saying that, he silently rummaged out a tissue and handed it over.

The baby face was puzzled. "Wiping sweat? God, I must be drenched in sweat now…"

Ansen shook his head gently. "Wiping blood. Your forehead is bleeding now."

Baby face, "Really?"

Ansen: … …

Looking at the baby face wiping the blood from his forehead in the rearview mirror with a smile, Ansen looked at Edgar. "Captain, where did you find this treasure?"

Although Edgar was also frightened, he was slightly more adapted than Ansen. "Don't ask me, ask Lucas."

Ansen was stunned. "The one in my house?"

Edgar nodded slightly. "If I didn't hire an assistant and security for you, Lucas would have gone directly to the company to make me feel personal danger."

"Ha."

Ansen laughed directly. "Lucas is just talking. He can't even kill a mosquito with his fancy moves."

Edgar remained noncommittal, giving Ansen a meaningful look through the rearview mirror, and said nothing more, starting the engine and driving away.

In the end, Ansen couldn't stand it anymore —

The baby face seemed rough and clumsy. He was just dealing with some forehead abrasions, but he wrapped himself like a mummy, purely wasting paper.

Helpless, Ansen could only take action himself.

However.

Edgar glanced at the baby face with a well-behaved expression, and then looked at Ansen through the rearview mirror. "Are you sure? He looks like Frankenstein now."

Ansen retorted confidently, "At least it's better than a mummy."

There was no first-aid kit in the car, and there was no way to disinfect it, so he could only simply treat the wound. Ansen was also very helpless, and in the end, he could only simply stop the bleeding and bandage it.

Ansen looked at the baby face. "Noah, is everything okay?"

Noah Newman nodded. "Mr. Wood, everything is fine."

As he spoke, the tissue wrapped around his forehead drooped pitifully, fluttering in the wind. That baby face looked like a wounded Wall-nut from 'Plants vs. Zombies', but he still looked ahead with a strong expression, his eyes clear.

Ansen blinked and silently looked out the window.

The journey was not peaceful —

Paparazzi were chasing the car.

In the past, seeing scenes of paparazzi and artists chasing cars on the highway in movies or news was particularly exciting.

Whether it was OJ Simpson's highway escape on television or the Diana, Princess of Wales highway car accident, which was full of conspiracy theories but never confirmed, these stories of the fame and fortune world shrouded paparazzi car chases in a mysterious color.

Ansen was very surprised. He never expected his first official car chase to happen like this.

It was simply inexplicable.

He didn't have any scandals or ugliness. To be precise, he didn't even have any news, but he didn't know what these paparazzi were chasing.

Thus.

Ansen rolled down the car window and greeted the paparazzi. Edgar didn't recklessly speed or drift. The originally tense and exciting car chase turned into a leisurely afternoon tea drive, which made the paparazzi look at each other.

Faced with such a tricky Ansen, the paparazzi didn't know what to do for a while.

Finally, they drove all the way to Malibu in a noisy manner. Under the gaze of the paparazzi, Ansen's vehicle disappeared into the lush forest and could no longer be seen.

The paparazzi returned empty-handed.

One or two couldn't help but begin to doubt life: what exactly happened today? Why is there a sense of being taken for a loop?