[Comprehensive Anglo-American] Angel Kiss

"Since you have come today, take a physical class with Ms. Rushman first to see how far you can recover. She will come to tell me the progress next week." Seeing a coloring page of perfume in the folder she was holding in her hand, she quickly pulled her eyes back, fearing that she might see something she shouldn't have seen, but this made Josie laugh. She thought this girl was so cute, so she directly He took out the coloring page and showed it to her:

"It's nothing, just read it if you want, this is the promotional page of the perfume you want to shoot."

Vivienne took the coloring page and found that this perfume has a pink bottle body with a gradient from top to bottom, with a small line of Victoria's Secret printed on the bottle body, and a black one is tied at the interface between the bottle body and the spray head. There is no other decoration, and Vivienne has not seen this perfume anywhere so far: "Is this a new product that has not yet been launched?"

Josie nodded: "Yes, you need to take a hard photo of it. What, is there pressure?"

"It's okay, it's impossible to say that there is no pressure, but I don't feel too nervous." Vivian replied honestly: "Although I don't know if it is right to say that, I can guarantee that it is the truth, um. "In order to strengthen her persuasiveness, she nodded:

"If that's wrong, please tell me."

"Don't worry." Josie felt that Vivienne was so obedient, no wonder those supermodels liked her so much: "You must be fine. Well, let's go, don't make your ballet teacher wait too long. "

"Then I'll go first?" Vivian saw Natasha waiting for her over there, shook hands with Josie and stood up to say goodbye: "See you next week."

"Goodbye." Josie waved her hand and looked at the back of her leaving. She felt that this girl seemed to have really worked hard, and she could walk beautifully and with charm even in ordinary walks. This has almost become a kind of Professional habits, not just being a "model" and looking good on stage.

"If she, a newcomer, can make a new product popular..." Josie tapped the folder in her hand, thoughtfully: "That would be great. But why must the headquarters appoint her to take pictures? ?” Josie felt that he could not understand the lofty intentions of the upper management at all, so he had to put this issue aside.

Ellingson House, second floor.

"My house has a dance practice room, over here." Vivian took Natasha upstairs: "Pay attention to your feet."

Natasha secretly took note of the general layout of the house, and inquired about her intentionally or unconsciously: "You live alone in such a big house?"

"No, there is also my guardian who is elusive. I will turn on the light first..." Vivienne pushed open the door of the dance practice room, and turned on the light with a "snap": "Okay, please come in. Because The trees outside the window are too tall and provide shade, so I always turn on the lights when I occasionally practice here during the day.”

They tied up their hair, changed their clothes and dance shoes, Natasha briefly asked, and after learning that Vivienne had gone through the bar training, she helped Vivienne put her legs on the leg press bar: "We Start with positive leg presses. Sit back with your hips, keep your hips flat, and move your upper body forward without too much range of motion."

At first, she thought that Vivienne's ballet was just the kind she had learned in school, so she chose the simplest basic leg press for her. Unexpectedly, Vivienne's basic skills were still very solid. Her knees Straighten, the toes of the pressed legs are up and hooked back, the abdomen is attached to the thighs, the chest is attached to the knees, the forehead touches the toes, and the whole person is completely stretched out in a soft and smooth arc.

She pressed one leg and switched to the other. The whole set of movements did not stop at all, and the flow of clouds and water flowed like a painting.

"Is this intensity acceptable?" Natasha was a little worried: "Do you feel sore?"

"It's okay." Vivian moved her hands and feet: "I don't feel any ligament strain."

Kicking, single-leg squatting, little kicking... After a whole set of bar training, she only sweated slightly on her forehead, and her back was still tense and straight. When she took the towel handed by Natasha and dipped it When removing the sweat beads on the forehead, it is as elegant as a swan combing its feathers with its head down.

"Do you want to carry out the next practice of taking off the handle?"

"Wait a minute." Vivienne listened carefully: "Did someone enter the door just now?"

"Is that your guardian?"

"It must be, except for him, no one can come into my house so late, but he has come back a bit frequently recently." Vivienne quickly began to change clothes: "Do me a favor Natalia, my house has always been like this, as long as I haven't When you fall asleep, you have to get dressed and go down to see him and say hello to him, you don’t know how perfectionist he is, my God, it’s going to drive people crazy.”

Natasha's subordinates quickly helped her change out of her dance clothes, put on the clothes they wore during the day, and combed Vivienne's hair a little while she was wearing a flower collar. Vivienne looked in the mirror After thinking that there was no problem, I took Natasha downstairs together: "Good evening, sir, this is my ballet teacher Natalia Rushman, Natalia, this is my guardian... "Vivienne got stuck here, and she found that she never seemed to remember her guardian's name, and she always used the title of Mr. instead. Is this too wrong?

But this bit of something wrong was quickly forcibly erased, and it disappeared as quickly and inexplicably as it had come.While Vivienne was still there in a daze, the two had already had a brief conversation, and Lord Voldemort even left Natasha for dinner.

This may be the most unpalatable meal for Natasha. Vivienne stared bitterly at the pepper steak on her plate and the chocolate brownie after the meal, and sighed faintly. Tone:

"I envy you people who can't eat fat."

Natasha thinks her shaky plastic sisterhood with Vivienne can be salvaged: "Maybe it's because I exercise a lot?"

After being reminded by her, Vivienne remembered that from now on, she will strictly control her body fat percentage. She also has to dance ballet, do yoga, run in the morning and at night, and do a series of exercises. I'm afraid she can only find time to go to school. I couldn't help sighing again: "I want to eat chocolate."

Lord Voldemort was reading the newspaper at the side. He said that he had eaten it every time he came back, and this time was no exception. Hearing what Vivienne said, the appearance of being addicted to the newspaper and not wanting to talk to you just now was immediately punctured. Very tactfully interjected:

"If you don't do this business, you can eat whatever you want."

"Then I'll eat this." Vivienne answered without hesitation, forked a piece of boiled broccoli and stuffed it into her mouth, and she even gave a thumbs up against her will to strengthen her persuasion: "It's delicious. "

"Little liar who changes every day." Lord Voldemort laughed and shook the newspaper, then continued to read.

Vivian was always very curious about the newspaper in his hand. He seemed to only read the newspapers of this newspaper, and never saw him change any one, so he tilted his head and read the words on it: ""Daily Prophet" "?"

Lord Voldemort closed the newspaper in his hand with a clatter: "Eat your meal."

Vivienne immediately picked up the fork and fought the boiled broccoli, as if she had an undying hatred for the plate of broccoli in front of her.

It was already late when Vivienne sent Natasha out, and the surrounding streetlights were gradually turned on, but the house in Ellingson was still pitch black, as if a huge monster lurking in the darkness opened its doors. It looked like it was about to swallow the two people standing at the door in one gulp, and it was creepy to watch.She stood on the steps, wearing a thick cashmere shawl, lowered her head and rubbed against Natasha's side face in a friendly way, with a soft smile in her sea-blue eyes:

"Natalia, when are you coming tomorrow?"

"Let me save your number." Natasha looked at the girl in front of her who was not sure how many years younger than her, and suddenly felt a sense of responsibility. She wrote down Vivian's number and patted her Her shoulder: "call me if you have anything."

Vivienne was still seriously lowering her head to save the fake "Rushman" surname. Hearing what she said, she raised her head, looked at Natasha and nodded seriously.Behind her was the burning clouds all over the sky, and a pitch-black house, making it even more lonely for her to stand here alone.Her eyes only reflected the dim yellow of the street lamp, and they were already full of water and sparkling. When she spoke, she was soft and sweet, making one want to hold her in the palm of her hand and love her:

"Thank you Natalia."

"But I think I should be fine by myself."

Natasha is good at detecting changes in people's emotions. What she is best at is psychological warfare. In this short process of getting along with her, she has already discovered that something is wrong with Vivian. She tentatively stretched out her hand and gave Vivian A hug, speaking in her ear:

"You can try to rely on others, dear."

Vivienne's body trembled imperceptibly, and she leaned on Natasha's shoulder—although the height difference between the two made this position a little difficult, she closed her eyes lightly, and her voice was mixed with the voices passing by them. In the night wind, it was as light as a sigh:

"I... just don't want to trouble you."

Her vulnerability was only shown for a moment, and then she put it away immediately. She pointed to the approaching vehicles on the road and asked Natasha, "Is this the person who came to pick you up?"

"Yes." Natasha saw the familiar short blond hair through the half-rolled gap of the car window, and knew that it was Clint who came to pick her up. This time the temptation may only end here: "See you the day after tomorrow, dear Yes, remember to take your medicine."

Lord Voldemort's voice came faintly from the door behind her: "How much do you have to say? Are you afraid of catching a cold standing outside?"

"It's over!" Vivienne yelled into the door, and then waved vigorously at Natasha: "See you tomorrow!"

Natasha watched Vivian enter the door, and whispered to her partner in the driver's seat:

"I think there's something wrong with her guardian."