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Although the expression on Karl's face was still faint, his pupils shrank sharply in an instant.

It's hard to say that I was shocked, but I was really surprised—yesterday the newspaper said why Allen, who was filming in Los Angeles, appeared in Munich?Why would he follow him?According to his usual method, did he ask a private detective to investigate himself?His purpose is... Many questions flooded up all of a sudden, temporarily overwhelming Karl's thoughts.

His brain was working fast.

An impossible guess suddenly appeared in my mind: Will Alan find out?Find out that he is Gu Li?

impossible.The rational answer is like this - for any person with a normal IQ and a higher education in this world, if he does not experience some supernatural events, he will not believe that ghosts and gods really exist in the world.This is especially true for Alan's kind of atheist, no matter how many similarities he finds with Gu Li from Carl, he will automatically find a reasonable explanation for it, and will not inexplicably associate a German-English mixed race with the dead Gu Li. link up.

Carl blinked, and a key word popped into his mind: "Anthea".

The only communication he still has with his past life is Anthea, and based on his understanding of Alan's full "paternal control desire", Anthea must be the reason why the other party came all the way to Munich to meet him.

Thinking of this, while Carl felt relaxed, he also felt a little wary.

"Please get in the car." The old driver pulled the door and bowed slightly to Carl.

After Karl nodded to the other party, he sat in the rear compartment with a little caution, next to Allen.

Allen's dark blue eyes kept staring at him, as if sizing up and evaluating.

"Alan Cranstone." After Carl adjusted a comfortable posture, Allen nodded to him, and introduced himself a little coldly: "I think you should know who I am."

"Carl Alston, I think you should know me very well, since..." Carl raised his chin into the carriage: "The way you invited me is so unique."

"Are you implying that I kidnapped you?" Allen pulled the corners of his mouth and wanted to smile, but he quickly stopped the movement: "No, you chose to sit in."

Carl shrugged and didn't continue.

Allen leaned on the leather seat and looked at him slightly: "You seem to have the habit of taking a walk, and you like to meditate at that time, and then ignore everything around you?"

It took three seconds for Carl to answer: "...how many times has your private eye followed me?"

"It's not an investigation, I discovered it myself." Allen turned his gaze to the window and cast a glance: "We have been following you for an hour and a half since you left the club, and you didn't notice it. This reminds me of my past I know a person who also has this habit."

Carl pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a perfunctory smirk, but didn't answer.

The air in the cramped carriage was a little stuffy. Carl stretched out his hand to loosen his tie, but his right elbow brushed Alan's arm inadvertently.

Allen's reaction was extremely violent.Carl himself only felt a little touch, but Alan shrank suddenly to the side as if he had been electrocuted. After moving the whole person to a place one meter away, he frowned and stared at the place where he was touched. That arm took a few glances, then straightened his sitting posture, and slowly took off the suit jacket from his body.

Facing Carl's surprised gaze, Allen explained with a flat face: "I have a clean freak, and I don't like people touching me."

...Cleanliness?Carl frowned quickly, why didn't he remember that the other party still had such a habit?But from Allen's expression, Karl interpreted that the other party was not lying.

With a light cough, Carl swallowed the question that came to his throat, and asked in a different way: "You are an actor, and you have physical contact with others almost every day."

"That's work, I can force myself to put up with that while I'm working, but it's my private life."

Karl nodded casually, he still couldn't understand this, but he didn't want to delve into it any further.

"Dinner?" After a while of silence, Allen offered to propose.

"No, I..." Carl's eyes passed Alan's, he stared out of the car window, his mouth was a little dry: "I'm not used to having dinner with strangers."

"That's right, I don't like eating with strangers either." Because of being rejected, Alan's face was a little cold, and his voice was very arrogant: "I'll take you home, and then we can talk about what we should say on the way It's over."

Only then did Karl realize that the car was already driving slowly on the street. Because the driver's skills were too high, he didn't feel any fluctuations.

Allen entered the topic reservedly: "You and my sister, Anthea..."

"It's just a relationship between meeting a few times." Carl continued.

"She has a crush on you."

Carl hesitated: "...the last time we met, I scolded her."

"That's after you saved her image in front of tens of millions of TV viewers." Allen nodded at him, although his eyes were still cold, his tone was a little softer: "Everyone in the Cranstone family Thank you very much, and I say thank you for Anthea."

Thinking of Anthea, Carl lost his mind for a while. He turned around and left boldly after the training that day. He didn't know if he was hated by Anthea.

Allen took out a palm-sized box with a ribbon from behind him.Then pinched the corner of the gift box with two fingers and handed it to Carl: "This is a thank you gift, please be sure to accept it."

Carl took the box, untied the ribbon and opened it. Inside was a watch, an expensive brand, handmade and diamond inlaid.

What a "precious" gift of thanks.

He tossed the box back to Alan casually: "The famous Alan Cranstone came to Munich again, and played a tracking game with a luxury car. Is it just to give me a gift? The gift is free, hurry up Let’s cut to the chase.”

The tone of the other party was very normal, at best it was teasing, but Allen heard some irony from it, he frowned, a little displeased: "It's true that there are some serious things I haven't said yet." After a pause, he said : "About my sister Anthea having a crush on you..."

"I repeat, I don't think it's a good impression. Miss Cranstone always confronts me every time she sees me. Last time I almost told her to cry. If this can also lead to good feelings, is it her nature... Carl struggled to find a suitable word: "Don't like to be held up by others, but like to be beaten by others?"

Allen ignored Carl's words, and said to himself: "Don't think she will like you, because she is looking for someone else's shadow in you."

Anthea to him...?For a moment, Karl wanted to make his expression more relaxed, but he couldn't fake it after all.He is not a fool, never was. After Anthea was [-] years old, he could often catch the other party looking at him stupidly by accident, and when he asked questions, Anthea would immediately explain in a hurry, Then find a reason to prevaricate.

It's not that I don't know, I just never dared to think about it.Carl took a deep breath and rubbed his temples with his fingers.

Allen was very satisfied with the other party's daze: "Although the appearance is completely different, your temperament, dressing, even character and way of doing things are very similar to a person, that person... is very important to Anthea. So if she has been with you for a long time, it is inevitable that there will be empathy, if she behaves extraordinary towards you in the future, or directly throws herself into her arms, please don't think too much about it, and don't be too affectionate." In the last few sentences, Allen's warning is very strong.

Carl didn't hold back, he sighed in front of Allen.

The tone seemed to contain countless complex and profound emotions.

Allen moved his body feeling uncomfortable. The sound just now made him feel as if something furry suddenly grabbed his heart.

In order to hide this feeling, Alan was going to finish his speech that he had prepared a long time ago: "As far as I know, your agent has found an advertisement endorsement for you, and Anthea is also going to accept the same Advertising contract. Now the whole fashion world is surprised by her choice, that ad is very cheap to her, and I think the reason why she will do it is very simple-she is attracted to you.”

As soon as the thought of "Anthea is attracted to me" entered Carl's mind, it made him feel very uncomfortable.To him, Anthea was like a younger sister, no matter before or now.

"I'll reject that advertisement." Carl suggested: "Or let Miss Cranstone reject it." It was hard to look at Anthea directly.

"Mr. Alston is so sensible, I am very happy." Allen smiled when he spoke for the first time today, although it was a hypocritical smile: "Advertising is a trivial matter, as long as Mr. Orston understands what I said, I will succeed in this trip."

Carl glanced out the car window and found that the car had already driven near his house.He didn't want to stay in this car any longer, the air here was too thin: "Since your business is finished, please stop, I should go home."

Allen nodded, and he told the driver to park the car on the side of the road.

Carl was about to get out of the car, but his eyes suddenly glanced at the ends of Allen's hair. He hesitated for a moment, and decided to ask the last sentence: "If possible, I would like to ask you a question."

Allen glanced at him and signaled with his eyes that he could ask.

"Your hair...is black." There was some strange emotion in Carl's voice: "A few years ago, I mean, I saw you on the news before, and you seemed to be naturally blond." Like afternoon bright sun.

Allen didn't answer.He just sat there, his posture seemed to be frozen by time.

Carl sighed in his heart, he opened the car door, and was about to get out of the car——

"Black hair is good." Allen said suddenly: "I like black hair."

……

Jorge Mendes is indeed negotiating an advertising endorsement for Karl, a local leather goods brand in Germany, which is not too famous, but has an excellent reputation in Europe.Originally, other endorsements came to him, but Mendes said that the prices offered by those advertisers were not low, but the brand line did not match Carl's temperament, so he only focused on this one endorsement.

Originally, the details were all finalized and almost only waiting for the signing, but Carl suddenly called him and said that he was not going to sign the contract, which made Mendes a little frustrated.

"Why don't you sign again? The price of this endorsement is very suitable, and it has always been a high-end and exquisite route. Although it is not a luxury brand, it is absolutely suitable for you at the moment. I want to express my strong support for your decision. Oppose!" Mendes was firm: "In short, I will never do things like pushing money out!"

Mendez's tone sounded unshakable. If Carl insisted on refusing, he would probably have to quarrel with the other party first, but it would be impossible for him to tell the whole truth.After pondering for a while, Carl made indirect remarks: "I heard that the other spokesperson that the manufacturer is looking for is Anthea Cranstone?"

Mendes was surprised: "Where did you find out about this? I wanted to tell you a few days later to give you a surprise!"

"Tell me after signing the contract. It's not a surprise, it's a shock." Carl said decisively: "It's okay to sign this endorsement, but I can't cooperate with Anthea Cranstone."

"Why!?" Mendez's tone sounded like hell.

"For some personal reasons, it is temporarily inconvenient for me to cooperate with her." Karl did not pass any more information to Mendes.

If it was an ordinary person, he would definitely drag Carl to get to the bottom of it now, but what a shrewd person Mendes is, he walked through the brain circuit several times in a short period of time.

"Since you are resolute, I won't force you. I'll contact the manufacturer and have a talk." Mendes regretted and warned, "But this is the first and last time. You can do it in the future." You can no longer just push as you want.”

Karl agreed with some apology.