His eyes became deeper and deeper, as if they had turned from an ancient well into an abyss.
Just when she thought he would get angry, he suddenly smiled, a smile that sent chills down her back: "Okay, very good, Pei Xiao. Remember what you said today." After that, he stopped looking.
She turned around and walked upstairs.
Pei Xiao suddenly had a bad feeling and just stared at his back in a daze.
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"What, you signed a contract with a modeling agency and moved?" Meng Jiao opened her mouth in disbelief, then wiped the sweat from her forehead, "The woman who is the number one in the entertainment industry, Xiang Dong, signed with another agent.
Company, does he really want to strangle you to death when he finds out?"
"It's not that scary..." But the look in his eyes that day was indeed scary.
The life of a professional model is not as easy as she imagined. Especially for a newcomer, there is no work at all, but the cost of modeling is very high. You can't be careless about your outfit. Even if you live frugally, you must have a luxury item with you.
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The agent assigned to her carried a bunch of young models in his hands and didn't care about her as a newcomer. Wherever she went to work, she would take a taxi by herself. Carrying a makeup box, she did everything from makeup to styling by herself. Gu Nanshun couldn't help but
When I am busy, I sometimes lend her my assistant. There are too many unknown little models like her, and they are too ordinary to be mentioned.
After finally receiving a decent commercial audition, her agent specifically told her: "When you meet the director tonight, be sweeter. Do whatever you are asked to do. Don't be ignorant."
At that time, Pei Xiao didn't know the depth of this industry. He just regarded it as an ordinary entertainment.
The dinner was held in a celebrity club, and the advertisers were hosting several wealthy young men. Almost everyone had a popular young model in their arms. The director and assistant director frequently stood up and toasted to them.
As they pushed the cups and changed the cups, the atmosphere became warmer, and the young models became more bold, with their thin waists wrapped around the men like snakes.
Pei Xiao had never experienced this kind of battle before. He only felt red and hot, and his restraints were tight.
The assistant director next to her elbowed her: "Why are you still standing there, toasting to Mr. Rao?"
"Ah...oh." She slowly picked up the wine glass and handed it to the man sitting in the middle: "Young Master Rao, let me toast you."
The man rarely spoke from the moment he came in, and his expression was indifferent when others spoke. But from the position where he sat and the attitude of others towards him, it was obvious that he was the protagonist here.
He didn't take the wine glass, and casually played with the cigarette case in his hand: "What's the point of drinking like this?" He leaned over and moved slightly closer. His voice was not high, but it was enough for everyone at the table to hear clearly.
"feed me."
Pei Xiao was startled. He met his slender eyes with a narrow smile, as if he was waiting to watch a good show.
The people next to him immediately started making noises. Pei Xiao held on to the wine glass in his hand. After taking a deep breath, he finally put the wine glass on the table and said softly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Rao, I'm a little uncomfortable today."
As soon as she stood up, someone stopped her with a hand: "Girl, are you not giving us any face?"
A young model mocked in a low voice: "Why are you putting on airs? You can't let go when you come out to play."
She looked at the director and assistant director. They all had their heads lowered, and no one was willing to lend a helping hand to her.
Young Master Rao just raised his eyelids and looked at her leisurely.
Calm, calm.
In this silence, someone suddenly pushed open the door of the box.