After the first movie: the president's husband takes it home

Chapter 645 Victoria's Secret Angel Show 2
In front of where she was standing, Song Chujiu was taken aback by the show outfit that the woman was wearing.

Flaming red feathers wrapped her body one by one, and the gorgeous bright red made the whole dress look gaudy and novel.

This time, the feathers on her body were much more beautiful and delicate than the previous ones, and she also had bright red chicken feathers on her head, which looked a little funny, like an Indian girl.

Not ugly, but not pretty either.

Her whole white legs were exposed, slung there lazily, as slender as white jade.

It is indeed capital, worthy of being a supermodel.

When she was looking at Anna, Anna was also looking at her.

This dress...isn't it the one she wore before?

Didn't Will say to let her interpret the dress?
Song Chujiu was stunned when she saw it.

For some reason, when seeing Song Chujiu's tall appearance, Anna instinctively felt a little uncomfortable, and frowned and said, "Go and buy us some salads, fresh ones."

"I'm hungry."

Anna didn't have much expression on her face, and her tone was calm.

Song Chujiu ignored her, and naturally thought she was just talking to her assistant, so...he didn't even give her a look.

Seeing Song Chujiu ignoring her like this, Anna felt upset all at once.

"Are you deaf?"

"Didn't you hear me tell you to buy salad?"

"That Huaxia assistant over there."

Her expression was ugly, and her slender eyes were full of anger.

When Song Chujiu heard the words Huaxia Assistant, he stopped and frowned slightly: "You mean me?"

Her English accent is very standard, and her fox eyes are cold and majestic.

Anna sneered, and said angrily, "Who else is here besides you, I really don't know why a Chinese person was hired as an assistant this time, it's not convenient to communicate."

"We didn't even have lunch, you go to buy salad now, remember, no oil and salt."

She held her head high, and there seemed to be a bit of disdain in her slender eyes.

The model next to her said contemptuously: "It's not you, is it me?"

"It's an honor for Miss Anna to let you buy salad."

"I'd like a tuna salad."

Another model said lazily, "I want a fruit salad."

"No oil."

"Hurry up, I'm hungry."

Everyone's tone is very natural.

Song Chujiu raised her eyebrows and said lightly, "I'm sorry, I'm not an assistant. If you want anything, ask your assistant to buy it."

She paused, then glanced at the makeup artist inside, and said lightly, "Where is the makeup artist?"

When Anna heard these words, her heart skipped a beat, she turned her head slightly, looked at her out of the corner of her eyes, and then asked in surprise, "What do you want the makeup artist to do?"

"You are an assistant, what kind of makeup artist do you want?"

Could it be... her?

When Anna thought of this situation, her red lips were tightly pursed.

Song Chujiu looked at her scrutinizing and suspicious face, and showed a bright smile: "Sorry, I'm not a makeup artist."

"I'm the new model, Angela."

After she finished speaking, the coldness in Anna's eyes stabbed at her instantly.

Those cold eyes were like knives, and the hatred in his eyes was very clear.

"You are that Chinese model, Angela?"

(End of this chapter)