[Comprehensive Anglo-American] Angel Kiss

Lord Voldemort watched her silently.

It has been decades since he met Vivian who fell in front of him through time and space when he was young.Her appearance at that time was a little more mature than now, her flesh and blood were well-proportioned, her face was gorgeous, and the way she smiled made people's hearts soften. Her blue eyes were more moving than the Caribbean Sea under the sun. Being watched by those eyes When he fell asleep, he could even hear his own heart beating like thunder.

However, a passer-by is a passer-by after all, and you have to leave after all, and it won't last forever.

When he found Vivienne in this normal time, he almost had to thank Merlin for thanking God for any gods who didn't know what to do.As a result, no matter what means he adopted, no matter how he controlled her and tried to arrange a future for her, she was walking on the established path of destiny without hesitation, and was destined to be farther and farther away from him.

When she just raised her eyes from outside the car to look at him, for a moment Lord Voldemort subconsciously compared the Vivienne he met with the childish girl in front of him, but he found in despair that, except The Vivienne he met was a little older than the little girl now, and the temperaments of the two of them were simply poured out of the same mold, and they hadn't changed at all from the beginning to the end.

The surroundings were full of luxury and luxury, and under the feasting and feasting, only Vivienne Ellingson was spotlessly clean.

She is like a floret growing out of the mud, fragile and stubbornly stretching towards the blue sky.No matter what direction the people around try to guide her, and how open and smooth other roads are for her, she insists on walking on this road, with deep roots and luxuriant branches, full of a stubbornness that does not bow to reality stupidity.

Then, in the best years of life, a vigorous season of Yan Yan was released, not afraid of its short-lived like a flash in the middle of the night and a flash in the pan.

For the first time in his life, Lord Voldemort began to reflect on whether he really did not have the experience and ability to teach young people, or why his wish to take Vivienne away from this old life track has not been realized so far.He raised the car window in silence. Vivienne knew his temper well and knew that this meant acquiescing, so she was very happy: "Thank you sir, then I'll go back?"

It wasn't until after Lord Voldemort left that Vivian realized a very strange thing belatedly:

The driver in that car just now...was it too quiet?

The next day, Ellingson House.

It was nearly ten o'clock when Vivienne was finally woken up by a series of deadly calls from the phone bombardment.At first, she tried to avoid the alarm clock by burying herself in the quilt, but the more she heard it, the more strange it became—

The frequency of this ringing seems to be not only an alarm clock, but also someone calling!

"Hello..." Vivienne weakly stretched out an arm to fish for the phone, but she was still trying to stay awake when she spoke:

"Hi, this is Vivienne Ellingson, who is it?"

A strange middle-aged woman's voice came over the phone: "Hi, Miss Allinson, I am the person sent by Victoria's Secret to contact you. Are you free this afternoon? Maybe we can talk about it." Contract matters?"

"Sign the contract?" Vivian didn't realize it at first: "You mean..."

"After careful discussion, in view of your own excellent qualities and your outstanding and unexpected performance last night, we decided that we cannot lose such an excellent future supermodel due to other people's mistakes, so here is a short-term offer for you Contract, welcome to join the Victoria's Secret Angels." The person in charge patiently explained:

"So, are you free this afternoon?"

"Yes!" Vivian was fully awake: "But I'm still underage. If I sign this contract, do I need to be accompanied by a guardian? Can you contact my guardian? I can't contact him at all."

The person in charge did not expect such a situation to arise: "Then what happened to the guardian's phone number you left?"

Vivian covered her face in pain: "You can give it a try, but it will definitely not work."

"We will try our best to communicate with your guardian." The person in charge comforted her meaningfully: "If your first guardian cannot be contacted, do you have a second guardian?"

Vivienne was silent for a while, her breathing was multiplied by the receiver of the phone, soft and gentle: "...No. They all passed away."

"...sorry." The person in charge has never seen such a big storm, and an inspirational person like Vivienne has seen a hundred and eighty years, and still maintains the quality of a professional: "Then we will try first. If you contact your guardian, you will be notified when the contract is signed."

After putting down the phone, Vivien threw herself into the quilt, got up after a while, went to the bathroom, slapped her face with cold water, and finally managed to fully wake up.She wiped the water off her face, opened her eyes and looked in the mirror to cheer herself up:

"I'm fine, I can."

She paused, then whispered angrily:

"I'm fine on my own, and I can do it alone!"

Ah Q's mental victory method is so simple and it works very well.When she went downstairs, she had completely lost the depression just now, and she ended up like this. She didn't even comb her pajamas and didn't change her pajamas. When she went downstairs to look for food, she saw a sitting person in the living room, and what's more, she was her guardian. .

As soon as Vivienne saw this man sitting in the living room neatly dressed, and then looked at her pajamas and messy hair, a line of blood-red characters suddenly appeared in her mind: I am also dead.

Vivienne had once slandered her, and her current guardian, Lord Voldemort, had exhausted all the flaws a man could do.He pursued the ultimate and perfect things, and he usually disciplined Vivian in the same way. He wished he could lead her on the right path he had planned every day, and he didn't want to listen to Vivian's own opinion at all.If Vivienne hadn't had a good temper, a big heart, and was too lazy to hold grudges, she might have become one of the victims of domestic cold violence under this kind of ubiquitous depression.

Just as she was tiptoeing to go upstairs to change clothes, Lord Voldemort, who was still reading the newspaper with his head down on the sofa, spoke in a moderate voice as if he had eyes on the top of his head.

Vivienne immediately jumped down very dog-leggedly: "Sir, why do you think of this place today? Are you not busy recently? Oh, by the way, sir, I just received a call from the person in charge of Victoria's Secret. Mine, you said you want to sign a contract with me, sir, are you free this afternoon to check it out for me?"

Lord Voldemort nodded in a dispensable manner.He came today to help Vivienne sign the contract by the way, and there are more important things to ask her:

"Did you see anyone backstage at the show that day?"

"Well, there are too many." Vivienne listed them one by one with her fingers: "Ella's ex-boyfriend Lex Luthor, Gotham's Bruce Wayne, and a redhead who stopped me halfway to sign Miss Sister and the blond and big-breasted sweetheart who came with her."

Lord Voldemort thought about it, and felt that this person was completely compatible with the one he knew. He wanted to let Vivienne go to study elsewhere, preferably as far away from New York as possible from the United States.As a result, when he looked up, he saw Vivienne's thoughtful expression:

"What are you thinking?"

"I'm still thinking about that person who appeared in the backstage." Vivienne sighed melancholy: "Sir, let me tell you, that person is so sweet, it's a pity that he would blush for blowing a kiss after all these years I forgot to ask his name. That man is handsome, and has long breasts and thighs. When I can have that bust, hey, I will be satisfied."

—Is this what you care about? !Did you know that the sweetheart in your mouth is Captain America, who will be the culprit of your death in the future? !

But the problem is, thinking about it this way, Vivienne really doesn't know Steve Rogers now. Lord Voldemort felt that he was very tired of being the only one who knew the future, and sooner or later he would have to worry about it. If he had known that he would be so worried now, he should never have accepted Vivienne's help and request anyway. No more favors.He looked at Vivienne in front of him, endured it again and again, but in the end he couldn't hold it back, pointed upstairs and said forcefully:

"Put your clothes on before coming down!"

Vivienne has a kind of fine traditional spirit that has almost disappeared in modern society. The name is "Which pot does not open and lifts the pot": "Sir, do you know that person?"

Lord Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly to look at her, and Vivienne calmed down all her curiosity, and ran up quickly.

By the time she got dressed and started eating brunch, Lord Voldemort was still sitting where he had been.She tentatively said, "Sir? Have you eaten?"

Lord Voldemort tapped lightly on the table: "Eat your meal."

The implication is to tell her not to waste her thoughts and time, and hurry up and go out after eating.

When Vivian was struggling to pick up the tuna salad, she inadvertently glanced outside, and found that there was a circle of people around the door of her villa, who couldn't be driven away: "This is it?"

Lord Voldemort glanced at her and said coldly, "They are all here to interview you."

Vivian shrank her neck.Although it is said that you stretch your head and shrink your head, it seems that doing so can make you feel particularly confident when encountering troubles: "Why?"

"What do you think?" Lord Voldemort threw the question back to her: "What do you think makes these people willing to wait from early in the morning until now and refuse to leave, the youngest Victoria's Secret Angel in history who made a big splash last night? "

Vivian buried her head in the plate in pain, trying to counter the man's poisonous tongue with the illusion of concentrating on eating.

The place where they signed the contract was in the coffee shop under Victoria's Secret Company.When Vivienne signed the contract, she felt as if someone was watching her. She turned her head and saw the blond man she met backstage that day. He was sitting in a corner cubicle with a drawing board and pen in front of him. I'm drawing something.He is wearing a simple white short-sleeved shirt today. The stretchy cotton clothes outline his plump muscles. The lines are smooth and attractive, and he is very masculine. In addition, when he is serious about painting, he has a gentle and serious attitude all over his body. It's hard to take your eyes off the field.

When Vivienne signed the contract and left, that person happened to look over as if she had a feeling.Seeing that she was out of sight of the guardian, Vivienne gave him a big smile and put her finger on her lips to make a "silence" gesture, and winked at him.

Steve: ...Every time we meet, I feel like this girl is teasing me.at a loss.