[Comprehensive Anglo-American] Angel Kiss

"What's for dinner?" Vivienne stepped on the floor of her house with bare feet, and threw the bag on the sofa: "Let's say first that I absolutely don't want to eat broccoli."

Rumlow followed behind her willingly, first put her shoes in the shoe cabinet, and then hung up her coat: "How about cooking some spaghetti with corn? Cut a dragon fruit."

"Okay." Weiwei calculated the calories in peace of mind, and found that the calories were not exceeded: "Let's do it like this."

When Rumlow opened the refrigerator in the kitchen, he felt that all the hairs on his back were inexplicably raised. He turned his head and saw Vivienne lying on the door in a very paradoxical posture, staring at the whole row of snacks in the refrigerator. , couldn't help feeling a little funny: "How old are you, and you're still so greedy?"

Vivian replied confidently and confidently: "Underage!"

Rumlow: "...All right."

He closed the refrigerator door and coaxed Vivienne away, put on his apron and turned his back to continue cooking. Vivienne held the phone in one hand and walked around the first floor, giving Rumlow some freedom to fight in the kitchen space:

"Sir, next time the food delivery person comes to your door, can you stop delivering jams and cookies that are full of calories and sugar? I can't eat these things, I will gain weight."

Lord Voldemort's voice came from the phone, and he didn't know where he was. There were so many noises that his voice was a little distorted: "You are not called fat."

"Sir, I'm a model." Vivienne was a little helpless: "18% body fat rate is a hard target, it can't be higher than this, I'm already on the verge of 18%, I really, really can't eat it too much!"

"Okay." Lord Voldemort agreed casually: "Then they won't let you send these from now on."

"Thank you sir." Vivienne hung up the phone just in time for Rumlow to bring out a small plate of spaghetti with no seasoning on it, just a very ordinary plate of noodles with a small pile of golden corn next to it Grains, so light that it makes people despair.

"I'm going to eat." Vivian looked at Rumlow hesitantly: "What about you?"

Rumlow pulled out a chair and sat down: "Your guardian seems to care about you."

Vivienne almost choked corn kernels into her intake pipe: "...please don't tell horror stories while I'm eating."

"Then you don't get along well?"

"That's not true." Vivienne forked a piece of dragon fruit: "It's not so much that we don't get along well, it's better to say that he is a person who can't understand the thinking of ordinary people like me. You can be so stupid', 'Oh my God, you can be more stupid'. Hey, I can't even quarrel if I want to."

Rumlow smiled noncommittally, and stretched out his hand to push the fruit plate closer to her: "How could anyone be willing to say that? You are already an extremely precious asset to me just because you exist here. "

Vivienne didn't take his courtship to heart at all.After all, the Italians have their own skills full of love words. She always thought that Rumlow's words were just subconscious, and she didn't think about "he might be teasing me" at all.She bit her fork and tilted her head and smiled. When this smile appeared on her face, without saying anything, it made people feel that she was about to say a very beautiful love story in the next second, and she called Rum directly. Lo's first name:

"Brock?"

"Huh?" Rumlow leaned his upper body forward slightly, keeping a close but not offensive distance from Vivienne: "What's wrong?"

Vivienne didn't change her expression despite the male hormones rushing towards her face, she didn't look at all tempted: "When are you leaving?"

Rumlow: It turns out that you have been hesitant to speak since the beginning, but are you actually thinking about how to drive people away?What a heartless pretty girl.He stood up while slandering, feeling very aggrieved, and had the illusion of throwing it away after being used up: "...now."

Vivienne smiled, dropped the fork and got up to help him open the door: "Be careful on the road, I'm timid, so I won't see you off." She raised her eyes to look at Rumlow, Vivienne was only wearing flat slippers At that time, the difference in height between the two was nearly [-] centimeters, and there was a soft smile in the clear and innocent blue eyes:

"You do not mind right?"

Rumlow: I don't mind, I definitely don't mind, what else can I do?Of course I chose to forgive her, who told her to be so pretty.

The next day Vivienne arrived at the location where the new catalog was shot and found that the makeup artist was still Dick, but this time the stylists had changed to a new batch, and the number had at least doubled: "Is it my illusion? It feels like people have changed. too much."

"It's not an illusion, close your eyes." Dick began to apply eye shadow on her: "A stylist broke his leg bone at home last night. He was supposed to be in charge of your styling today, but now it's a good thing. All the original plans have been cancelled. We have to start a backup plan. The backup plan is more troublesome so we need a little more stylists, otherwise it won't be thrown into the backup options because of time issues, and this is the stylist you will face today."

"Did you break your leg at home?" Vivian was very surprised: "What's going on?"

"Who knows?" Dick whispered gossip with her: "This morning, his personal assistant found out that this person slipped and fell on the toilet for some reason when he woke up last night. , Kacha, the calcium-deficient bones just collapsed."

Vivienne felt a sense of déjà vu while listening to the deeds of this unlucky guy: "...Oh. That was really miserable."

"So, you can't be too wicked. Didn't you see that he was wrangling yesterday? Don't worry about him, he asked for it." Dick started quickly and steadily, and soon a style that was completely different from yesterday's clear and sweet style The foundation of her makeup was created, and her already fair complexion was brightened up. The earth-colored eye shadow made her eye sockets deeper, and her three-dimensional facial features became even more glamorous. , but the overly sharp beauty was softened by the bean paste-colored lipstick.

If Vivienne in the camera lens yesterday was a cute and sweet girl, then today she is the dream most women had when they were young, wanting to become such a confident and beautiful mature woman.

"Perfect!" Dick looked at his new makeup, and wanted to report to the company, let himself participate in every shoot of Vivienne and be her exclusive makeup artist, after all, for a beauty of Vivienne's level Putting on makeup is really easy and smooth: "Let's do your hair."

When Vivienne came out wearing a bathrobe with a big Victoria's Secret printed on it, the photographer who was in charge of shooting her yesterday praised directly:

"It's a good thing you haven't signed a formal contract yet, gosh girl, I can't imagine how successful you would be if you officially entered the industry."

Vivienne's blond hair was permed into big waves, and it seemed to be draped casually behind her back. Only a small part was on the shoulders and chest, but it played a good role in modifying the shape of the face and softening the lines.Her hair was sprinkled with finely divided gold powder, and for a moment it was impossible to tell whether the shiny gold powder was brighter or her hair was more eye-catching.Her hand lightly brushed her shoulders, and the thin silk bathrobe slipped to the floor. The amorous feelings displayed at that moment made the photographer regret why he didn't start continuous shooting.She walked in a full set of Victoria's new underwear of the season. The dark blue satin reflected a dull blue light under the light, which complemented her eyes, and the black lace adorned the chest and waistline just right.When she fiddled with her hair and smiled at the camera with full confidence, the photographer secretly asserted the moment she pressed the shutter——

I am afraid that no one will come to fight for the cover of this season's new product catalogue.