From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Annie raised her head to look at Anson, her eyes filled with confusion. Looking at Anson's calm expression, it looked like he was playing a prank.

Before Anson could answer, Annie gave a wry smile, "I guess I don't have a choice, do I?"

Anson pursed his lips, his smile fading. "This is the easiest way. Trust me, we're the New York Yankees."

Annie closed the cubicle door and changed into the T-shirt inside.

Anson called out, "By the way, if you want, I can take you back to the hotel. If you need to go to the convenience store, supermarket, or hospital, that's no problem."

Snap.

The cubicle door opened, and Annie reappeared. The XXXL T-shirt was like a white dress, even covering her knees, loose and casual, inadvertently outlining a laziness and sexiness that Annie had never shown before, instantly grabbing attention.

Anson thought of Catwoman in "The Dark Knight Rises."

The difference was that Annie in front of him wasn't so deadly or dark.

"Don't worry, I'm fine, I... uh, I don't need to go to the hospital." Annie let out a long breath, finally regaining some composure after experiencing a series of ups and downs.

Raising her head, Annie saw Anson's clear eyes. "I'm fine."

Anson was slightly stunned. "Okay, you look good, really, very good..."

Annie's heart skipped a beat, but she still shook her head. "No, I'm fine, don't worry. I'm more worried about my image right now."

Anson didn't hold back, his smile fully blooming. "Wait a moment, watch me do a magic trick."

Annie didn't understand.

This time, it was Annie's turn to wait at the bathroom door. After a while, Anson and Lucas appeared.

Lucas had a lifeless expression, but they were all wearing the same T-shirt.

The difference was that Annie was the pilot version of Little Frank, Lucas was the doctor version of Little Frank, and Anson was... a photo of a strange girl's smiling face and Little Frank.

Finally, the T-shirts also had names written on them, Brenda, Frank, and Mia respectively.

Direct, bold, rough, with a street feel.

Pfft.

Annie couldn't help but almost burst out laughing, but stealing a glance at Lucas's face as dark as the bottom of a pot, she controlled her laughter.

On the contrary, Anson had already entered the state, "Luca, show some spirit, you are all ants, and I am Thanos here to rule the universe."

Then—

An amazing scene appeared in the shopping mall lobby, like the protagonists' shining appearance in "Ocean's Eleven," with slow-motion playback and background music.

Upright and imposing.

Crossing the entire venue in the form of a hurricane.

In a shocked and astonished gaze, no one dared to look directly at those people's faces. The nowhere-to-place gaze was drawn by the eye-catching T-shirts. The graffiti T-shirts, which looked like stall goods, now seemed like the world's top luxury brands, making people want to own one too.

Footsteps, stopped.

Eyes, gathered.

But magically, the brain seemed to press the pause button, unable to think.

It wasn't until the group entered the elevator and the closed elevator door completely blocked their vision that people finally seemed to return to reality, remembering that humans need to breathe.

Between gasping for fresh air, they exchanged glances with each other.

Finally, someone spoke.

"That person just now... seems to be Anson?"

As soon as one voice came out, a bunch of voices poured out around.

"How is that possible."

"Of course not."

"Anson is much more handsome, okay?"

"Why would Anson wear that T-shirt?"

"Anson is probably still in New York."

"Anson has much more temperament than that man."

The mixed voices of denial abruptly cut off the idea that had just emerged, so that all the guesses that the girl was Anne Hathaway were swallowed, and in the end, no sound could be made.

Turning his head.

"But, doesn't anyone think that T-shirt... is actually quite good-looking?"

"Right, right, I think so too."

"As expected, Anson's looks are justice, and the texture of the T-shirt is immediately different."

Night, spreading.

No one thought that the biggest winner tonight would be that graffiti artist.

They originally thought that they should close up shop and go home when the midnight show was about to start, but they didn't expect to be so busy that they didn't even have time to drink water, which was also a surprise.

...

Lucas drove the car steadily, moving silently in the night. No one spoke in the car, and the quiet air slowly spread.

In fact, the movie theater was less than a ten-minute drive from the hotel where Annie was staying. Without too much silence, Lucas had successfully arrived at the hotel—

Going straight to the parking lot, without stopping at the entrance.

Annie thanked Lucas again and refused Anson's offer to escort her. She opened the car door and stepped towards the elevator in the underground parking lot.

Anson looked at Lucas.

Lucas nodded slightly, "I'll wait here."

Anson opened the car door and chased after her.

Annie tried to hide her embarrassment, but Anson preemptively said, "Just to the door of the room." Because Annie's face and lips were without a trace of blood, pale and pale, her knees were trembling slightly, and her shoulders were shaking gently.

She didn't look good, a mess.

This time, Annie didn't refuse again.

All the way to the hotel room door, opening the door, Annie went straight to the mini-refrigerator, opened a bottle of mineral water on the nearby table and poured it into her throat.

However, her steps were slightly unsteady, staggering back a small step.

Turning around, Annie saw Anson close at hand.

She was startled, the two were only a palm's distance away, she could even feel Anson's breath.

Anson pulled back a small step. "Sorry for being so close to you, because you looked like you were about to faint."

Annie was slightly stunned. "Are you so gentle with all girls?"

Anson raised an eyebrow slightly. "Let me correct you, I am so 'gentle' with everyone, although I prefer to use 'gentleman' to describe it, because my mother told me that people always see their next step in your words and deeds."

Slightly stunned, Anson lowered his eyes to hide the panic that he inadvertently revealed—

This is a memory from the previous life.

Now, the memories of the previous life and this life are all mixed together and cannot be distinguished.

Annie noticed it, but didn't have the energy to study it. "I need to sit down."

Leaning against the table with her body tilted, sitting down in a mermaid posture, Annie only felt tired, deeply tired. "I need to take a shower."

Anson sat cross-legged opposite Annie. Annie's face really didn't look good. "I think we should just sit here."

Annie curled her lips, "I need to change out of this rock T-shirt as soon as possible."

Anson tilted his head, looked at it again, and said with a very serious attitude, "I like your T-shirt. You look just as beautiful wearing it."

The deep voice, like a cello, slowly played in the night, the melodious melody gently plucked the heartstrings, rippling shallow ripples in the bottom of my heart, the whole world quieted down, and only Anson's eyes still focused on watching himself.

Annie was startled.