I'm in the modeling circle

Chapter 108 Interview ([-])

Only Lan Xu and Mu Sheng were left in the reception room, and Lan Xu started to let go of himself again, leaning lazily on the sofa, and went to the office next to him to ask for a cup of black tea.

Just when Lan Xu was still complaining about why he hadn't arrived yet, the translator outside the door opened the door and came in, politely notifying him.

"Miss Mu Sheng, please follow me."

Mu Sheng hasn't responded yet, Lan Xu next to her pursed her mouth, her peach blossom eyes were somewhat sad, "Mu Sheng, I didn't expect you to leave me and go~" The last two words still have an ending sound.

Mu Sheng's body trembled when he heard this, and his brow sweated. The gossip eyes of the interpreter next to him moved back and forth on Mu Sheng and Lan Xu, with a bit of excitement and curiosity on his face.

Mu Sheng gave Lan Xu a slight look, then turned to look at the translator, "Please take me there, thank you!"

Lan Xu was stared at, feeling so innocent!Why can't the last two go to the interview together?

After a translation, she retracted her curious gaze, pushed open the door and stretched out her hand to signal, "Okay, please follow me." The two walked through the corridor and soon came to the room where Judy was.

Pushing open the wooden door, Zhu Di got up and welcomed Mu Sheng in, "Mu Sheng, I'm sorry to keep you waiting, please sit down." The tone was a bit intimate.

For Judy, Mu Sheng, a model who just finished filming a public welfare film for FFC TV station, obviously knows and is more familiar with her.

Mu Sheng, who can be seen on TV every day, is of course more familiar than Zhang Chao, Ji Qingqing and Lan Xu who are known in simple documents, and naturally has a different attitude.

"It hasn't been long." Mu Sheng smiled, and the two sat on the sofa. Zhu Di handed Mu Sheng a new cup of black tea as usual, "Taste it, my newly bought black tea."

"Thank you." Mu Sheng took it with both hands, smelled it, the tea smell was very strong, took a sip, it was not weak or strong, and it was done.

"How is it? Compared with the black tea you had in China?" Although Zhu Di liked Mu Sheng better, she still asked the question as usual.

Hearing this question, Mu Sheng put down the teacup, thought for a while, and said calmly, "They all taste good, but I still prefer the black tea made by my mother. Although it's not too particular, I'm used to drinking it."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but smile when he thought of his mother.

"You put it that way," Judy seemed to think of something when she heard Mu Sheng's answer, and a softness flashed in her eyes, "I sometimes feel the same way, although the cake outside is very delicate and delicious, But the most delicious thing in my memory is the little cake my mother made for me when I was 5 or 6 years old."

"Me too. After coming to France, what I miss the most is my mother's cooking." Mu Sheng nodded approvingly.

The two seemed to have found a common topic for each other, and they chatted enthusiastically, from family, dishes and desserts, fashion clothes to culture, almost everything was discussed.

In addition, Mu Sheng is already very proficient in French, and the translation on the side is useless. Sometimes sitting there listening, she can't help but interrupt for a chat.

At the end of the chat, the three of them had already chatted in full swing, and Judy tried her best to comfort Mu Sheng, "The macarons made by the dessert shop called Sa La on King Street are delicious, Mu Sheng, you must try it .”

"Really? I only tried the one next door. I'll try it when I have time." Mu Sheng picked up the phone and recorded it in the memo.

The translator on the side couldn't help retorting, "No, Mu Sheng, their ice cream is more delicious, especially the chocolate flavor. It is said that the ingredients are pure chocolate imported from Italy."

Judy frowned, "That's too sweet, and the heat is too high for Mu Sheng."

"No way."

The three of them were chatting happily, as if they had forgotten that there was another interview candidate in the reception room, until Mu Sheng felt something was wrong, it was already close to noon.

"Uh, did we forget something?" Mu Sheng suddenly paused.

　Young master Mo Ye asked a question again~ I haven't had time to answer it yet, but the last time Xiaoya had a rare voice, and no one listened to it (⊙_⊙) Could it be too ugly?

　　PS: I have been secretly feeling anxious for several days! (beat the table)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)