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Anthea frowned: "You know me?"

Carl breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head, and smiled: "I don't know you, I just... saw you in a magazine, you know, a fashion magazine." He shrugged and turned to leave.

Anthea grabbed his sleeve and said, "Don't go, I must have seen you!" She suddenly pressed her face up, only ten centimeters away from Karl, and her big eyes staring directly through the sunglasses scared him one jump.

Seeing that Carl was unwell, Anthea pulled off her sunglasses, stared at Carl closely, and asked, "Have you invited me to a bar in London and sold me marijuana?"

Pedestrians passing by cast a salute of great interest.

Carl pulled his sleeves free, and he replied dryly, "That's not me."

"Then you must be someone else!" Anthea had an expression of joy or sadness on her face: "The one who took me to the hotel!"

The eyes of passers-by became more and more strange.

"...please keep your voice down." Carl chuckled softly, "I think I'm a hero saving the beauty."

Anthea bit her lip and asked, "Is there a third person that night... Well, I mean, when you took me to the hotel, were you with your friends or by yourself?"

"It's me, why—"

"Shit!" Anthea suddenly cursed as if her hair was blown up, "That's impossible!"

Carl was shocked, absolutely.This was the first time he heard swearing from Anthea, and he stood there in a daze, unable to react for a while.

Anthea didn't care about her image at all. She lowered her voice, but growled extremely angrily: "I clearly heard someone calling my name that night! There must be a third person, there must be!"

"Your eyes opened for a moment when you entered the room, so I thought you were awake, so I tried calling your name—Anthea Cranstone, right? As I said, in the magazine I've seen you." Carl swallowed dryly, but his expression was very rational and calm: "As for the others, I think you may have hallucinations, after all, you were very drunk that night, weren't you?"

Anthea's expression suddenly became extremely frustrated, as if she had suffered a major blow.

Karl was recalling everything that happened that night, and made sure that he had done nothing unnecessary except for calling "Annie" a few times, so he was relieved, and he nodded simply, ready to leave this place: " Nice to see you again, Miss Cranstone, but I think I need to go now. Good afternoon."

"and many more."

Carl turned around: "Is there anything else?"

Anthea raised her chin impatiently to signal him to wait, then raised her backpack and turned it upside down, not caring that cosmetics, key chains and other sundries fell all over the floor due to her actions.Finally, she found her wallet, and after pulling out all the cash from it, she handed it to Carl: "The money for the hotel room, I think these should be enough."

"Not only is it enough, but it's more than enough." Carl didn't take his hands out of his coat pockets, just glanced at the money casually, and said, "Put away your money, I don't need you to give it back to me, And it didn't cost me much."

Anthea looked at Carl for a while, then suddenly smiled, and smiled ambiguously: "Then you want my phone number?"

She looked Carl up and down provocatively, and said in a mocking and indifferent tone: "If I hadn't met you today, you would have introduced yourself to me in the future, right? You said inadvertently that you saved my experience. Then expect me to be like a little girl with a hero complex—”

"Okay, shut up!" Carl felt a surge of anger in his chest: "To tell you the truth, I am not interested in a little girl like you who is not yet fully developed, and I never ask for anything in return for my kindness. Goodbye, Miss Cranstone!"

After saying this, Carl turned around and strode away—the sweet Anne in the past, who never swears in public, and couldn't help curling her lips whenever she heard the word "sex", was already broken in his heart. It became a piece.The Anthea in front of her would drink with men in a strange city, smoke marijuana, didn't care at all about who might climb into her bed, and even painted thick smoky makeup in her life, and she wanted to play hard Seduce a man you've only met once!

Was it because he didn't get to know this girl thoroughly before, or was the world changing too fast?Where did Alan die? Why can he tolerate his sister becoming like this?

Karl felt angry, but he didn't know who to send it to, so he could only leave the old house in a hurry, lest his lungs explode in a while.

Anthea was stunned. After the back of the tumbling coat walked away, she couldn't help but glanced down at her chest: Is this still called immature?Is that man blind? !

……

Instant news on the afternoon of October 10th on the website of the German "Le Monde": "Anthea had a dispute with a mysterious man in the street? ""Süddeutsche Zeitung" website updated the headline of the entertainment section on the evening of the 24th: "Mysterious man suspected of Anthea's new love couple staged street bickering" "Munich Daily" on the 24th's front page news "Bundesliga head coach Anthea's boyfriend? " wrote: "A popular supermodel in China, Anthea Cranstone, who just signed a Chanel lipstick endorsement, was rumored to be talking and laughing with a mysterious man in front of her old house yesterday, and then there was an unpleasant dispute. The man Turning around and leaving Anthea first in front of Anthea... According to eyewitnesses, Anthea's expression was extremely astonished at the time... After the photos secretly taken by passers-by were published on the Internet, fans of Munich 25 immediately pointed out that the mysterious man was The team's new coach, Karl Alston..."

"Bild" also dedicated a photo obtained from an unknown source on the front page that day. The photo was as big as a page, and the two protagonists were also circled in red.Although the pixels are blurred and the distance is too far away, and the two protagonists captured are from the side, anyone who is familiar with the most popular German supermodel can recognize it at a glance. The tall and fashionable woman among them is Anthea!

And the newspaper is very scheming and puts the frontal photos of Anthea and Oston at the bottom of the page for readers to compare. As long as they don't have a high degree of myopia of more than 500, I believe they will immediately make "candid photos and frontal photos are the same People!" Such a judgment.

The headline of the supplement of the entertainment edition of the French "European Times" on the 25th: "A news spread wildly on the German Internet yesterday. It surprised many media at the just-concluded Paris Fashion Show and was selected as the brand for the new season by Karl Lagerfeld, the art director of Chanel. Anthea Cranstone, the spokesperson for makeup, fell in love with a local man as soon as she returned to her hometown of Munich. This man is Karl Oston, the head coach of a German second club Picture). In addition to his handsome appearance and tall stature, the most talked about young Oston is that he served as an assistant coach of Manchester United last season and was widely praised by fans..."

"New York Daily News" Entertainment Edition on October 10: "Sister Falls in Love, Brother Doesn't Know" "Yesterday at Universal Studios in Los Angeles, the reporter was lucky enough to interview Bryan Singer's new film "Superman Returns" Alan Cranstone of the New York Times, for his sister's new relationship, Allen said that he had not contacted Anthea for several days, so he did not know that the other party already had a boyfriend. But Allen said that Anthea once said I have no plans to fall in love in the past few years, so the news in the German media is likely to be just a misunderstanding."

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Overnight, Carl found himself suddenly famous: Neighbors who didn't pay much attention to him before, gave him concerned eyes in the elevator; garage guards waved enthusiastically to him when he passed by; On the way from the gate to the office building, everyone he met seemed to be pointing at him; the first time assistant coach Garrard saw him, he exaggeratedly said "Ha!", and then laughed and took pictures. She patted him on the shoulder, winked at him and left.

It wasn't until he saw today's "Munich Daily" on his desk that he finally realized what the reason was.

After carefully reading the whole news, Carl's eyes stayed on the "Chanel endorsement" for a while, and he found that he was still pleased with Anthea's career success, although he knew clearly that if Anthea Indulge in drug diets and all manner of crazy nightlife like some depraved supermodels, and she could very well destroy herself in just a few years.

Still, that's something Allen should worry about.And based on Karl's understanding of him, although the brother-sister relationship between Alan and Anthea is not deep, and they occasionally confront each other, he is still a good and dedicated brother.

The gossip news in the newspaper would fade away in a few days, so Karl didn’t pay attention to them, and pushed the newspaper aside casually. He turned on the computer, sorted out the documents, and put some of the more important data Enter it into your computer for backup.

Suddenly there is a prompt on the screen: You have received a new email.

Carl clicked on the email and found that the subject was in four big characters "Yanfu is not shallow".He instinctively thought that this was a small advertisement of a pornographic agency, but when he was about to close it, he found that there was only a screenshot in the email, and the main character of the screenshot was himself... Anthea was standing next to him.

This is a photo taken with a camera aimed at a newspaper, and Karl quickly recognized that this newspaper is still the world-renowned "The Sun".Thanks to the clear pixels, Carl can even read part of the fine print, let alone the eclectic headline: "Street Show Love, Former Manchester United Assistant Coach Becomes the World's Supermodel" and the sender, Carl glanced at The address bar, it's Jose Mourinho.

Carl rolled his eyes at the email speechlessly, then searched the football column of The Sun on the Internet, and found some very interesting pictures in the Premier League section, such as Chelsea's 3-0 victory over the opponent, the players celebrated with carnival and threw the head coach to the ground What's the place...

He took a screenshot with a smile, tapped the keyboard to reply to the email, typed the four big characters "Attention to waist" on the subject bar, and clicked send.

Mourinho's second email came very quickly: your thoughts are too dirty.

Carl raised his eyebrows and replied: You are too gossip.