[Comprehensive Anglo-American] Angel Kiss

"Happy birthday to Vivian!"

Crisp laughter rang out in Giselle's mansion along with the sound of champagne corkscrew.Today is Vivienne's 17th birthday, and it happened to coincide with her first appearance in the Victoria's Secret show, and Giselle also wore FantasyBra in this catwalk. After discussing with Vivienne and Giselle, simply She held her 17th birthday party and Giselle's celebration party together, and all the friends present were their friends. If a reporter could sneak in, they would be pleasantly surprised to find that this scene could have a little Victoria's Secret on the spot up.

Amidst the laughter and laughter in the room, Giselle squeezed beside Vivienne and began to gossip: "Did I hear you right today? The little prince of Gotham, Brussie, came to ask you out? What is he doing?"

"Who knows what he's here for, anyway, I bet, he's definitely not here to ask me out, unless he wants to go to jail." Vivienne tried to grab a glass of whiskey where Giselle couldn't see: "We don't know the world of the rich." I understand, hey."

Giselle's eyes were sharp: "Vivienne, you are not of legal drinking age, so you cannot drink."

"Okay." Vivian reluctantly put down the cup she just got: "But I just want to eat oysters."

The French are one of the most appetizing people in the world, and for oysters, a juicy, delicious food, they have such a saying: do not eat oysters in months without the letter R.In the book "If Our Language Is Whiskey" written by the Japanese writer Haruki Murakami, who "Nobel owes him a literary award", he also mentioned the combination of oysters and pure malt whiskey. The sharpness of the oysters collides with the softness and deliciousness of the oyster itself, making it unforgettable once you eat it.

And now it is November, which is a good time to eat oysters.

"Just a little, really, I swear." Vivian stretched out her hand pitifully, her thumb and index finger almost joined together: "Just a little, I will never get drunk, please Giselle."

At this juncture, Giselle suddenly thought of what those magazines had said about Vivienne: No one could not love her when she was looked at by those blue eyes.At first, she thought that this sentence was just an exaggerated draft from the DNA agency behind Vivienne, but when Vivienne really stood in front of her, she suddenly realized that those words Reporters on the entertainment page occasionally have a conscience when they tell the truth.

She lamented in her heart, feeling that her self-control was still not enough, she thought her self-control was not bad after being able to control her appetite and eat fitness meals for more than half a year, but in the end she was still defeated by Vivienne's plea: "Okay, But you can't drink whiskey, that's too strong for you, I'll get you a glass of champagne."

"I know Giselle likes me the most." Vivian clapped her hands: "I love you!"

Although the body of champagne is not as strong as whiskey, its bouquet is blended with the unique deliciousness of oysters. As a sparkling wine, it can better complement the delicate taste of oysters. Champagne blends together, and when it bursts in the mouth, it can be called a taste bud explosion/bomb, and it is not inferior to the combination of whiskey and oysters.

In front of Vivian was a plate of oyster shells that had been emptied and piled up into a hill, and her men were still prying open a new one.This is what makes her most enviable and hateful. She has a high metabolic rate and will not gain weight no matter how much she eats. Whether she has the standard weight and healthy recipes that models follow is the same, and she is jealous:

"You drink less."

"It's my birthday today!" Vivienne clenched the goblet in her hand, refusing to let go no matter what:

"One more drink, one more drink!"

"Okay, drink less." Lima came over, took away the cup in her hand, and gave her a glass of soda: "Aren't you going back to school to prepare for final papers and exams these days? Hangovers are scary."

"I don't want to take the exam..." Vivienne was a little drunk, she lay on the bar and sighed:

"To be honest, it's been a long time since I turned a book. I think I'm going to fail at least two public courses."

Giselle and Lima looked at each other: "Then why don't you go back and study hard?"

"I don't want to go back..." Vivienne continued to sigh: "My guardian is terrible."

The two beauties couldn't comment on the short-sightedness of the parents of other people's families, but Vivienne lay there so pitifully, and it made people feel that they were sorry for the miserable atmosphere if they didn't say anything.

Just as they were racking their brains to comfort Vivienne, there was a sudden knock on the door of the villa.This party is completely private. Those who know where Giselle’s address is and can still come in are basically all here. How can there be someone standing outside and knocking on the door?

Almost like a horror story.

Giselle also found it incredible at first, no matter how hard she racked her brains, she couldn't think of anyone who would visit her at this time.She suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and quickly turned her head to look for Vivienne, only to find that the girl was tiptoeing, trying to compress her height of 1.5 meters to [-] meters without success, and tiptoeing towards the corner, she immediately understood:

"Vivian, is this the person who came to pick you up?"

Vivian tried to resist: "I don't know, I really don't know anything, Giselle, look at my sincere eyes—"

"I only saw a guilty conscience inside." Giselle made a final decision: "Is it your guardian who is elusive?"

"……I think it is."

Sure enough, when Giselle opened the door, it was Vivian's guardian standing at the door.In all fairness, he can fully bear the word "handsome", with deep eyebrows, black jade-like hair hanging in front of his eyes, thin cheeks, tall and tall, slender and pale fingers on the door frame:

"Vivian, go back."

Although Giselle has only met this person a few times, every time she sees it, she can get goosebumps all over her body. She even feels that the eyes of the people opposite are not looking at them at all, but rather It was as if she was looking at something inanimate, and it was so cold that it made one's heart tremble, so it was no wonder that she could remember this person firmly.

Really, I really can't blame Giselle for thinking too much. If you have such a delicate little girl by your side but have such a perverted man as a guardian, you will think a little more.She leaned close to Vivienne's ear and whispered:

"If you need help..."

Vivienne answered her in a very polite and low voice: "Well, I will call your cell phone."

"Don't let yourself suffer for the sake of face." Giselle reminded again worriedly, rubbing Vivienne's curly hair that was permed tonight: "Okay, let's go."

Lord Voldemort looked at the girl in front of him: "Have you played enough?"

Vivienne's year-round climbing skills have been honed to perfection: "Mr. Report, yes!"

Lord Voldemort paused for a moment. He never thought that after being separated for a few years, Vivienne had changed from that little coward back then to what he was seeing now. He let out a heavy breath: "Then let's go."

The sky is a bit gloomy tonight, I'm afraid it will rain tomorrow.In the well-sealed car, Lord Voldemort began to have nothing to say: "Go back to school tomorrow?"

Vivian took a quick glance at his face, and found that he hadn't seen him for a few years. This man's skill at never showing his emotions on his face was getting better and better. The ability to hide his emotions and anger might make Vivian practice for another ten years. It's hard to come by: "I think...I want to go in two days."

"why?"

"I want to avoid the limelight..."

"To be honest." Lord Voldemort tapped the back of the chair lightly with his fingers. It was originally a pleasing scene, but Vivian, who knew this person's temper well, felt a chill down her back: "I'll give you another chance."

Vivienne changed her words in a polite manner: "Well, let me tell the truth, I simply don't want to go back for the exam."

Lord Voldemort felt that sooner or later she would make him lose his temper at all: "...Are you sure you want to prevaricate me with this kind of reason? Vivienne Ellingson?"

Vivienne felt that she was wronged too much. The reason why she didn't want to go back so soon was nothing more than these two points. Where did this person want to get involved? "I'm serious, if I have a Spanish quiz when I go back tomorrow, I'm afraid I'll be surrounded by my classmates after class, it's just too scary, otherwise why don't I go back? Please believe me , sir, I swear on my character!"

As if expecting her to say that, Lord Voldemort pushed a photo over: "Then what's going on with this person?"

Vivienne took a look: "Ah, this is my classmate, what's his name..."

Lord Voldemort reminded her: "Flash."

"Oh yes, this guy is the captain of the football team..."

"Captain of the football team."

"...In short, we don't know each other very well." Vivian came to a conclusion with difficulty: "He always dislikes Peter for various trivial reasons, ah, by the way, Peter is my deskmate, or mine My partner in the Spanish reading group, we did the physics homework together, well, he went out with me two months ago for a practical report in biology class..."

"I know that." Lord Voldemort sneered, "Go on."

Vivienne continued: "Peter is a pretty good person. He always bullies Peter. I can't understand his behavior, and then we made a little quarrel." In order to increase her credibility, she added The trick used by Giselle was performed again, and the thumb and index finger were almost joined together, leaving only a very small gap:

"It's just that big of a beam."

Lord Voldemort admired Vivienne's ability to turn big things into small things with just one mouth: "You call campus bullying 'Little Liangzi'?"

Vivienne carefully tested on the verge of the overturned car: "Because I heard that you seemed to be the same person back then? I didn't dare to bother you."

In an instant, Lord Voldemort's icy rage could turn into a solid body and knock over the roof of the car.He endured and endured, and finally stretched his hand out of the car very forcefully:

"You go down!"

"Okay." Vivienne ran down three steps at a time as if she had been pardoned, and then ran back as if suddenly remembering something, and whispered to Lord Voldemort who was sulking in the car:

"Sir, I didn't mean it. Don't be angry. And it's really not a big deal. You don't want to interfere, okay?"

Why are all those reporters who dared to write about Vivienne's scandal going to be unlucky?That's it.

"He also tried to invite me to the prom. After being rejected, he just kept picking on me. I have already asked the lawyer, and he said that if I go to court, the chances of winning are quite high, compared to letting him go silent I still want to follow the normal procedures to deal with this matter, so that it can also serve as a warning to others, and there will be no gossip." Vivien pleaded with him in a low voice:

"Sir? Promise me?"