The villain sent me to debut in C position [Comprehensive British and American]

Amenadiel waited for a long time in the light bar downstairs, but he didn't wait for Lucifer to come, and he was still a little strange in his heart.

However, he thought it was Lucifer's strategy, and deliberately left him alone to try to force him away, so he still sat on the chair unmoved, but his whole body was emitting cold air.

As everyone knows, his younger brother Lucifer has long been immersed in the world of music and cannot extricate himself.

As for brother or something...

Lucifer addicted to the song: Excuse me, what is that?Can I eat it?

He just wants to give this singer a crazy call now!

Lucifer reluctantly took off the earphones after Metz's cell phone turned off automatically when it heard zero percent.

He was holding the earphones, frowning tightly, as if he was dealing with something important, but what he said almost made Metz fall backwards in anger.

"Metz, can't you change to a mobile phone with a higher battery?"

Hearing this, Metz rolled his eyes, and then unceremoniously wanted to snatch his hot phone back from him.

As a result, she didn't pull out her small mobile phone after pulling it for a long time.

Seeing this, Metz narrowed his eyes and was about to speak when he was interrupted by Lucifer.

"Don't worry," Lucifer tightly hugged Metz's small mobile phone, with the smile on his face still: "Your mobile phone belongs to me, you can buy another one yourself, and the money will go from my account."

Metz glared at him: "...Don't you dislike the low power of this mobile phone?"

Lucifer: "No, I didn't, you're talking nonsense."

Metz looked at him suspiciously, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: "You can't be because of the song in it?"

Seeing his guilty eyes drifting away, Metz understood in his heart.

She rolled her eyes: "You..."

However, before Metz could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by a sudden strange male voice.

Amenadiel waited too long in the light bar downstairs, so long that he couldn't bear it, so he couldn't help coming up to persuade him with "worse words".

"Lucifer, even if you don't want to see me, but as I said, hell needs you, you shouldn't continue wandering in the world..."

Metz smelled the smell of this man, frowned, and subconsciously aimed at Lucifer.

...Hey, it's actually someone from heaven?

And seeing Amenadiel appear, Lucifer remembered this guy who had just been forgotten by him.

However, it doesn't matter if you forget it, anyway, you have achieved your goal of leaving him alone.

Lucifer thought about this, and while quietly stuffing the phone into his arms, he kept talking: "I said, I don't want to go back, I'm still on vacation, and I've been in charge of hell for so many years, I can't let Shall I relax for a while?"

Speaking of it, Lucifer felt that it was a mistake for him to go to hell in the first place. There is no happiness in hell at all.

How rich the entertainment activities invented by human beings are, they are much happier than any heaven or hell.

Thinking of this, Lucifer recalled the song that was repeated just now, and his heart itched again.

It's a pity that this guy Amenadiel is still here, and he can't go to charge, which is really annoying.

Aware of Lucifer's distraction and displeasure, Amenadiel frowned unobtrusively.

"Forget it, think about it as soon as possible, I'll go first."

"But Lucifer, remember, the position of the Lord of Hell cannot always be empty."

Without waiting for Lucifer's response, Amenadiel left quietly just like when he came.

"Boss, are you going back to hell?"

Metz suddenly flashed beside Lucifer, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

Lucifer snorted coldly at the direction where Amenadiel disappeared: "Oh, of course not."

That guy was obviously up to something else, and he was fooled by those people when he went back.

Hearing this, the flames of anticipation in Metz's eyes were extinguished in an instant.

Before she could get lost, Lucifer suddenly jumped up: "Metz, hurry up! Take out your charging cable, I want to listen to music!!!"

Metz gritted her teeth, wanting to answer him "No, you don't want to!"

Who knows, Lucifer is even more poisonous: "Oh, dear Metz. Don't you want to listen to that song just now?"

Recalling the beauty of that song, Metz struggled for a long time, but he still couldn't refuse the temptation.

When she took out the charging cable, she was extremely depressed.

SHXT, it's this damn singer who stopped her from going back to hell!

When she is fully charged, she must find out all the songs of this singer, and then cycle through the list until she vomits!

Metz gritted his teeth viciously and thought about it.

"Vgue" magazine.

"Have you chosen the cover of the next issue yet?"

Anna Wintour, the editor-in-chief of Vgue magazine, urged her photographer and knocked on the desk impatiently: "You have been procrastinating for several days, and the efficiency this time is too slow. If you continue like this, I will I will consider changing the photographer for the magazine, even if you are my old friend."

The photographer touched his nose: "Anna, it's not that I want to procrastinate, I really can't choose."

When he mentioned those photos, he became excited: "I think every one is perfect and suitable for the cover."

However, Anna is not convinced.

She crossed her fingers on the table, without any expression on her thin face: "I'm sorry, I refuse this reason."

"You must give me the answer today."

"God, Anna, just let me go!"

The photographer held his head and shouted exaggeratedly.

It's too embarrassing for him to make a choice on the spot!

Suddenly, the photographer had an idea, found all the photos in the bag and handed them over.

It's just that when he handed it over, he still had a painful expression: "Anna, why don't you choose one. After all, your vision is much better than mine. However, don't throw away the rest after the selection, leave it to me. "

He stared at those photos painfully: "This is carefully selected by me for collection, please be careful when flipping through it."

Seeing his precious appearance, Anna sneered, glanced casually at the photo on the table, and was about to condemn the photographer's "lazy" behavior, but was suddenly caught by Enid in the photo, tightly caught all eyes.

Every frown and smile of this little girl reveals a strange coquettishness and dignity.

When she lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, she was graceful, gentle and virtuous, just like a lady in an ancient oriental painting book.

As soon as he raised his eyes, his brows and eyes were tactful, his eyes contained spring water, clear waves flowed, and his gaze was brightened.

With just one glance, all attention can be firmly fixed in place.

What's even more amazing is the intertwining of extreme fragility and stubbornness between her brows, which is shockingly beautiful.

The moment she saw the expression on Enid's face, Anna suddenly wanted to hold the person in the picture in her palm and take good care of her, preventing her from suffering any wind and rain and the vicissitudes of life.

She was just about to reach out, trying to smooth the girl's frown, when the photo was taken away by the photographer.

Anna who was interrupted was shocked: "What are you doing?!"

The photographer was taken aback: "Well, didn't I take back all the photos you didn't want?!"

Anna coughed and covered up the embarrassment just now: "Hey, put down the photo, I haven't chosen it yet!"

The photographer muttered something in a low voice, but Anna didn't hear clearly, but she was relieved when she saw that he put back the photos that had just been put away.

"Okay, you go first."

The photographer looked dazed: "...wait a minute, if I leave, what about these photos?"

Anna glared at her old friend: "...Don't you have a negative? Can't you develop another copy yourself?!"

The photographer really wanted to fight back, but all his courage was exhausted before.

At this moment, he really didn't dare to face this fashion devil who was full of aura.

He could only shrink his neck in embarrassment, dragged his heavy steps, and reluctantly looked back at the photos on Anna's desk before leaving Anna Wintour's office.

The photographer was still regretting the moment he closed the office door.

MD, let you idiot hand over all the photos!

However, he quickly dismissed these thoughts.

Forget it, at least he left the most difficult task to Anna, and he didn't worry about losing his job.

As for the photos, just like Anna said, he only needs to develop another photo!

Thinking of this, the photographer left with a lot lighter footsteps.

At the same time, Anna, who stayed in the office, faced the stunning photos on the table alone, and fell into the same entanglement as the photographer.

What to do, with so many photos, which one should she choose as the cover?

This one, this one?Or this one? !

Anna resisted the urge to scratch her hair, and her heart became more and more irritable.

Why does this artist of James shoot so well? It makes her choose difficult!

Seriously, she really wanted to put every picture on it!

However, the little saneness remaining in Anna's mind was also frantically reminding her of the fact that every page of the next Vgue has already been booked.

In the end, Anna decided to take it easy—closed her eyes and smoked at will!

Choose which one you draw!

As for the rest...

Must be brought back for collection!

After finally finalizing the cover, Anna finally showed a slight smile on her tense face.

Just based on this cover, she can imagine that the sales of Vgue will explode 100% next month!

After thinking about it, Anna picked up the phone receiver on the table and dialed a number: "Let them print five times the next issue of the magazine."

"Oh, it can't be sold out? If it can't be sold out, I'll buy it all out of my own pocket, okay?"

After hanging up the phone, she looked at the photos on the desktop, each one made her want to cherish it.

Suddenly, her heart moved——

Why couldn't she organize the photos into a book herself?

Thinking about it, I did it. Anna, who is strong in action, made a decisive decision and called the photographer again.

The author has something to say: there will probably be another one around twelve o'clock tonight...the madness before Thursday...QAQ