I'm in the modeling circle

Chapter 238 Talk Show
At 8 o'clock in the morning, Nie Qing packed up her things and came out of the apartment, went to the side and rang the doorbell, "Mu Sheng, are you done?" He raised his wrist and glanced at his watch. The time should come in time. Today he is going to the French FFC TV station. Record a talk show "The Fanny Show".

This talk show is very famous in France, and its ratings are basically at the top. Among them, the hostess Fanny speaks humorously and has a strong affinity. She often discusses current hot social news on the show and cares about the people's livelihood in France. favorite.

This time, because of Mu Sheng's performance in the DH fashion show, this "Fanny Show" sent an invitation a few days ago. Nie Qing watched the previous episodes of the show and the style of Fanny's host on the Internet, and decided to accept it.

The recording time is 10:[-] in the morning. Nie Qing and the others have to set off two hours in advance, and they need to make up and change clothes when they arrive at the scene. It is best to get to know Fanny in advance to get familiar with her personality and way of speaking.

This kind of foreign talk show is different from those domestic variety shows. This kind of talk show is the most test of a person's resilience. The host's questions are randomly raised on the spot, without any rules. I hope Mu Sheng can respond quickly enough. .

While Nie Qing was thinking about these things, someone opened Mu Sheng's door. Before Nie Qing looked carefully, he said, "Mu Sheng."

The next moment he stopped, didn't he?
Because the room was warm, Lin Zixuan was only wearing a thin white sweater. After taking a look at Nie Qing, he turned and walked back to the living room.

"This..." Nie Qing widened his eyes, a little shocked in his eyes, looked down at the men's leather shoes on the shoe rack by the door, then looked up at the men's coat hanging on the clothes rail, "living together gone?"

Mingming complained to her that Lin Zixuan was too clingy a few days ago, but now look at what's going on?live together? !

Carrying the bag, Nie Qing looked at Lin Zixuan who was sitting on the sofa somewhat comfortably, and then heard the sound from the bedroom, couldn't help but clicked his tongue, duplicity woman!
"Sister Nie, I'm ready." Mu Sheng was carrying a stylish dark blue small bag, wearing a loose gray sweater on her upper body, and a pair of black woolen wide-leg pants on her lower body, simple and stylish.

"Oh." Nie Qing glanced at the white sweater on Mu Sheng, and then at the white sweater on Lin Zixuan on the sofa. As if he understood something, he grabbed Mu Sheng's shoulder, with a bit of gossip on his face, and whispered Ask, "Don't explain something?"

"Explain what?" Mu Sheng was slightly startled, and quickly followed Nie Qing's gaze to look sideways at the man on the sofa, "Ah, he came from the next door to have breakfast together."

"Neighborhood?" Nie Qing was stunned, and thinking about the fact that a new neighbor moved in yesterday, he had a flash of inspiration, and his tone was a bit surprised, "Mr. Lin moved to the next door?"

The man over there came over from the sofa, and when he heard Nie Qing's question, he responded, and said lightly, "It's more convenient." Then, he took Mu Sheng's hand, and frowned slightly in the next second, "It's cold, Do you want to wear a scarf?"

"Wait a while." Mu Sheng nodded, and let the man walk out the door holding her hand. Nie Qing followed behind them helplessly. She had already eaten enough dog food at the company, but she didn't expect to go back to the office. Apartment, do you want to continue to eat dog food?

This time Nie Qing and Mu Sheng went to the TV station to record a program. Before leaving, Lin Zixuan looked at Nie Qing a little worriedly.

Nie Qing stopped in front of the intersection, looked at the passers-by on the sidewalk in front of him, and began to tell Mu Sheng, "This talk show, when answering questions, remember to think before answering. It doesn't matter if you answer slowly. I'm afraid you may say the wrong thing. .”

This was Mu Sheng's first time on a variety show like this, and she didn't know if she could handle it. Fortunately, she had seen Fanny's show style, and the questions she asked were not very sharp.

Mu Sheng was sitting in the back seat, just wrapped around the white scarf that Lin Zixuan gave her, when she heard Nie Qing's advice, she gently responded to the talk show, as if she had never tried it before, and she rarely appeared on talk shows in her previous life , only when she became the first national model, a celebrity interview show invited her.

As for variety shows, I seldom appear on them. Later generations of variety shows have scripts and are said to be reality shows, but with so many cameras, who will really show their true colors?

Calculating the time, talent shows should become popular this year, and the summer vacation will be in a few months, and then there will be a talent show "I want to become famous" that will become a hot topic this year.

Just when Mu Sheng was engrossed in his thoughts, the car had already arrived at the TV station, and there were already staff at the door leading the two into the backstage. A heroic move for the Parisians.

"It's actually Mu Sheng. Is she coming to our TV station to record today?" A girl at the front desk was so excited that she was about to stand up. She couldn't help picking up her mobile phone to secretly take pictures, with excitement and gratitude in her eyes.

Originally, she was just a passer-by fan of Mu Sheng. She knew that there was such an oriental model in the model circle. In the past, if she ran into Mu Sheng on the road, she might just take a look out of curiosity, and she might not be able to take pictures or anything.

But since the terrorist attack, she has become a fan of Mu Sheng, and she is still a fan. Now she has to check Mu Sheng's LINS account every day before she is willing to fall asleep. She even downloaded Huaxia's Xinxin Weibo. In order to follow Mu Sheng's Weibo, even if she can't understand Chinese.

All these changes were due to the terrorist attack, because her mother was among the crowd watching the show that day. If Mu Sheng hadn't reminded her, her mother might have an accident, because her position was right behind.

And watching the video released by the police, she broke out in a cold sweat, because the truck rushing over was assured that it was facing the seat where her mother was sitting.

"Don't you know? It was said in the company's communication group yesterday that Mu Sheng will come to record "Fanny Show" today." A colleague next to her looked at her curiously. This matter was spread throughout the TV station. Few people even wanted to sneak a look at Mu Sheng during the break.

The girl at the front desk was stunned for a moment, then opened the communication group in her hand and began to scroll, "Huh? I haven't watched it yet. I had a rest yesterday. No wonder the company's communication group was so lively yesterday."

The staff over there had already brought Mu Sheng to the backstage dressing room. One of them was already sitting on a chair. The stylist next to her had just finished styling her. Seeing the two of them in the mirror, they showed a sense of affinity. "Hello, are you Mu Sheng? I'm Fanny." He opened his arms and hugged Mu Sheng.

"Hello, Fanny." Mu Sheng smiled softly, revealing two small dimples, with a bit of tenderness.

Fanny is a very friendly person, and the smile on her face seems to be contagious. Seeing her, people seem to be less vigilant, but this is also what Mu Sheng should pay attention to, because she is afraid that she will wait to answer the question. Time to be dug.

　Daily Writer's Small Theater:

　　Ye Yixi: Little boy, you have to work hard to make a million dollars, your grades are so good!

　　Xiaoya:! ! ?
　　Yu Congwen: Plus one!

　　Xiaoya: You always call me a million, have you considered my feelings? (vomit blood)

　　Yu Congwen: Xiaoya's OS: I have a readership base that becomes a god with one book, but because of laziness, I...
　　Xiaoya: (spitting out a mouthful of old blood) Where is the reader base for a book to become a god?

　　Yu Congwen: Reader's OS: You can write a million, one book V5, why give up?

　　Xiaoya: (dying) Please let me go! !

　　PS: I was asked by several authors in the group to write a million-word daily life together!
　　Also, Gu Yue Shao Ting, you little cutie has changed, not the cutie I'm familiar with!How dare you push me down, huh huh?

　　Finally, I wish you all a Merry Christmas! !
　　
　
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