In front of a villa near the International Model Competition venue, there was a sea of people, a huge crowd, and constant noise.
At the door, a group of reporters carrying cameras and microphones gathered together. They all stretched their necks and looked around, as if expecting someone to arrive.
Suddenly, a shiny extended car drove slowly. The waiter who greeted guests at the door immediately stepped forward, separated the reporters, politely made a gentleman's salute, opened the door, and said "please".
"Thank you." A woman wearing a black plush coat stepped out of the car. She had a pair of cold eyes, a beautiful face with light makeup, and sexy red lips that were shiny and charming.
Behind her, a woman in red got out of the car, with the same arrogant eyes and beautiful face, giving people a noble feeling.
"It's Yang Qianqian and Lian Xin, Chinese players..." The sharp-eyed reporters recognized them at a glance and immediately swarmed up and surrounded them.
Several tall women got out of the car behind them, and they were all surrounded. The reporters kept asking all kinds of questions, making it difficult for them to move forward.
"Dear friends, I'm sorry, the girls are tired after the long journey. If you have any questions, we can talk about it another time..." Manager Hu, dressed in a black suit and with a smile on his face, stepped forward and drove the reporters away.
Unfortunately, those reporters were so aggressive that even Manager Hu was quickly surrounded and kept being asked various questions.
"What are your company's goals for this year?"
"Is Ms. Yang Qianqian confident about entering the finals?"
"Excuse me……"
The other door of the car opened, and a tall figure immediately appeared behind the reporters. He was wearing a white suit, with a handsome face and a faint smile.
"It's President Shangguan Weilan..." The reporters immediately recognized him as soon as they saw him, and they all excitedly wanted to go up and ask questions.
"Security..." Shangguan Weilan frowned, looked at the reporters running towards him, and quickly called the security. They were here to participate in the game the day after tomorrow, not to hold a press conference. After taking such a long flight, everyone was tired.
, if this continues, people will be tortured to death.
"I'm sorry..." The security guard heard the cry and rushed over immediately. Three or four people surrounded Shangguan Weilan and others, blocking the crazy reporters and allowing them to pass smoothly.
However, at this moment, another dazzling purple car stopped at the door. The eyes of the frantic reporters were suddenly attracted by the car. They all turned their heads and looked at the car nervously.
The first person to get off was the driver, a very honest middle-aged Frenchman. Because the scene was too chaotic, the waiting staff who greeted the guests had been blocked aside. They were rushing over to open the door for them, but the driver had already taken the lead.
In one step, he opened the car door.
"Miss, please." The driver said politely.
I saw a slender leg stretched out from the car, wearing translucent stockings, but it could not block its beauty. The white high heels were firmly worn on that beautiful foot, which was extremely noble.
Following the legs and looking up, there is a gray short skirt with silver trim on the skirt, which looks very delicate.
Further up, there is a white coat. It is so long that it blocks her skirt when her body is raised. It is a very ordinary early spring dress and looks fashionable.
Looking further up, people saw her white chin, which was pointed and very beautiful. However, there was only a simple mask above, covering most of her face, and only a pair of light blue eyes, shining faintly.
The luster gives people a stunning beauty.
"Ah...it's Amy...it's Amy..." The reporters screamed when they saw her standing outside the car door, holding a handbag in her hand and looking indifferent.
"Hello everyone." It was so loud that someone was exclaiming. She glanced at the reporters lightly, nodded and said hello lightly.
"It's really her, Amy..."
"Wow - Amy, my idol."
The reporters who finally calmed down began to exclaim again, pressing the camera shutter with their hands to freeze her indifferent look on the camera.
"Quiet, sorry, everyone, please give way..." A middle-aged man in uniform came out with a group of security guards and drove the reporters to the side. The originally bustling and blocked gate immediately gave way.
He walked into a passage with a big red carpet on it, as if it was specially designed to welcome the noble woman in front of him.
"I'm frightening you." An elegant Japanese voice came out, and then, a man in a red suit got out of the car behind her, stood quietly beside her, put his arms around her, and was taller than her.
There were so many people protecting her, making her look like a little bird.
"Thank you..." Sensing the man's caring eyes, Amy smiled slightly and thanked her in fluent Japanese.
The reporters opened their eyes wide and rushed to press the shutter. Even if they were stopped, they still insisted on taking pictures.
Because the person in front of me is Amy, a Japanese supermodel who has suddenly emerged in the past six months. She always wears a mask on the catwalk. She can be cool and aloof, or she can be charming and enchanting. Because she is a new star, news reports about her
There have been many appearances in recent years, but no one has been able to successfully capture her true face. It is said that not only on stage, she wears a mask at all times. If it weren't for her pair of delicate red lips and perfect chin, she would be so beautiful.
It’s so imaginative that many people will regard her as an ugly monster whose face has been disfigured, right?
No one knows her life story, or rather, people only know that she is an orphan, her stage name is Amy, she grew up in Japan, and she participated in a modeling competition by chance half a year ago. With her unique charm, she became famous instantly and became very popular.
She was about to be nominated to participate in the Paris Model Contest. She was a blockbuster in the Japanese Open Competition of the Paris International Model Contest. Like bamboo shoots springing up after the rain, she rose up overnight and became a mysterious model known to everyone in the modeling industry.
"Are these Miss Amy and Mr. Fujiwara? Your country's lounge is ready, please come with me..." The middle-aged man in charge, who looked like a butler, hurriedly bowed and invited politely.
"That's troublesome." Amy smiled and nodded, holding the hand of the man beside her and moving forward gracefully.
"These are Mr. Fujiwara and Miss Amy? I've known you for a long time..." Shangguan's eyes have not left Amy since they got off the car. His eyes were a little excited, a little nervous, and even a little sharp. Looking at her elegant smile,
With a polite and distant look, the corners of her mouth raised into a smile. Then she looked at the man behind her who put his arm around her shoulders as soon as she came out. A trace of anger and loss flashed in his eyes. Because that man was really Japanese, wasn't he?
The person he was thinking about.
Seeing that they were about to leave, he couldn't help but take a step forward, looked at them with a smile, and said hello.
"Ah, this is Shangguan Weilan, the president of China Weilan Company, right? I've admired him for a long time..." Fujiwara stretched out his hand and shook hands with the official. There was always a smile on their faces, and the atmosphere was a bit strange.
"Hello." Amy just bent down slightly, said hello in a low voice and stood quietly aside.
"Hello, I'm Yang Qianqian..." Yang Qianqian smiled and stretched out her hand, greeting Amy with scrutiny in her eyes.
"I am Lian Xin..." Lian Xin reached out her hand reluctantly.
"Hello, you two are very outstanding models in China. I've heard about them for a long time." Amy stretched out her hand and shook them lightly before taking it back.
"I'm sorry, Amy is a little tired. We have to excuse ourselves first. I'm sorry." Fujiwara looked at Amy, who was still smiling, and carefully noticed her displeasure. He pulled her over and hurriedly said goodbye to the officials and others, and then followed the waiter.
You should go upstairs.
Shangguan looked at their backs, narrowed his eyes slightly, lowered his head, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
They are really similar, but they feel completely different. Is he wrong? Is Amy actually just a new Japanese female model?
"Aren't you tired, CEO? Go up and have a rest." Yang Qianqian looked at Shangguan who was bowing his head in thought, her voice a little disappointed. She knew that he must be thinking of Huang Xiaoxi again. Since she left, Shangguan seems to have become a different person.
He rarely stayed in the company, and often stayed in the company. While working hard, he also inquired about her news. Especially when Amy appeared on the screen, the light in his eyes was so amazing. She guessed,
He must have mistaken Amy for Huang Xiaoxi, right? After all, they are all the same, and they all rose up overnight...
"Yes." Shangguan nodded and followed Yang Qianqian, but he already had an idea in his mind.
No matter what, he wanted to confirm it. Finally, he had some information about her, and he would not give up.
Huang Xiaoxi, no matter where you are, I will find you. I hope I can recognize you and find you earlier than him...
The room of the Japanese contestants is in the corner of the third floor. There are 5 Japanese models who came to participate in the competition, including Amy. For some reasons, Amy was the last to arrive, and the others had already checked in.
Returning to the room, she watched the waiter put away her things. She tiredly said to Fujiwara, "Fujiwara-kun, I'm a little tired. You should go and have a rest."
"Remember to tell me if you have anything, don't be brave." Fujiwara touched her head and showed her a caring smile.
"Don't worry, I'm fine." Amy pushed Fujiwara out of the room. The moment the door closed, fatigue suddenly crawled onto her cheeks. She turned around and threw herself on the bed, lying motionless in a big posture.
I am so tired, not only physically but also mentally.
She had obviously thought about the encounter many times, but she was still a little overwhelmed and confused. Alas...she was really suitable for pretending to be mysterious.
After lying on the bed for a long time, she got up, stood in front of the mirror, reached out and removed the mask from her face, revealing a fair face. I don't know if it was because of the long journey, but her face was a little pale, and there were dark spots between her eyebrows.
There is something called fatigue flowing around.
"Alas..." She sighed, looking at her beautiful face, her tone was a bit mocking, "Huang Xiaoxi, after half a year, you have completely become someone else... I wonder if he recognizes you..."
Yes, this supermodel who rose up overnight is none other than Huang Xiaoxi, who left China and the Weilan Company half a year ago.
However, after putting on the mask, she is no longer her. In this world, probably not many people know Huang Xiaoxi, because she has become Amy, the most mysterious female model on the catwalk.