Chapter 81 - Male Model? No way.

The most crucial point is that Laila hopes to use Burberry's temperament to give Roy an elegant and noble atmosphere. Think about it. One is an unknown new actor who has been cast in a horror movie, and the other is a handsome and luxurious model. Which one will make the person who sees me remember and scream?

That is exactly what Laila wants to achieve!

So early the following day, Roy, sleepy-eyed, was packaged and delivered to her.

Hearing Laila's request, his eyes opened wide suddenly: "Are you kidding? Model? Me?"

"Any questions?"

"The problem is big!" Roy's reaction was highly fierce: "Do you want me to walk around catwalk like a sissy? Or do you wear clothes that don't cover your body and show off that you don't have two or more flesh in front of everyone?" His ribs figure? You don't want me to do that kind of thing!.

Laila raised her eyebrows: "Are you a ribless figure without two or more pieces of meat?"

"Of course I am not!" Roy rolled his eyes, but is this the point? "Anyway, I won't be a damn model. Throw your mind and your similar thoughts into the trash can! Even if the earth explodes the next day, I will never stand in front of the camera and scratch my head!"

"What are you afraid of?" Laila walked around him, looking at him up and down as if looking at a cargo: "Is there any shame in you that you are afraid of being photographed by the camera?"

Roy almost didn't get angry: "What is shame? Anyway, I hate being a model!"

"Give me a reason to change my mind." Laila sat back on the sofa and put her hands on her folded legs: "I am a very democratic person. If your reasons can convince me, I will respect your view."

Roy snorted: "There are many reasons! Those who are models… cut it!"

He didn't finish speaking, but with a disdainful sneer, he let his words "all in their own words".

"Do you know someone who is modeling?" Laila thought she might have guessed the reason. If you didn't see the bad experiences of the people around you as models, no one would be so repulsive to this profession.

The disdain on Roy's face grew stronger: "So what? Anyway, no matter what you say, I won't do it. You can find someone else!" After speaking, he lay down on the sofa, and no one could pull him like a dead dog.

Laila stroked her chin, and the male model was much worse than the female model in all aspects. This is a fact that has not changed in her age. Speaking of female supermodels, anyone who is a little concerned about fashion can tell you a lot with his fingers, but what about male models?

The income is less than half of female models, but because they are so beautiful, they are even considered impossible to be heterosexual. Usually, the impression of a male model is an inverted triangle figure and a human-shaped hanger with six or eight-pack abs.

If female models suffer from the rules brought by this profession, then the living environment of male models is treated even worse. If there is a person who lives at the bottom and is tortured by the rules of male models around him, Roy does not want to be a model. It's not that difficult to understand.

just...

Laila's anger came up, and she stretched out her hand and patted him hard on the back: "What do you think of me? Huh? Do you think I spent so much effort to make you mess with the model? If it's to train a model, why should I let you be the protagonist of my movie? Is your brain flooded, or were you squeezed by the hatch when you got off the plane?"

Roy was taken aback by her sudden madness. He jumped up from the sofa with an "ah", struck his aching back, and glared at her with a grin: "Are you a woman practicing wrestling? The hand strength is too strong!"

"Stop talking nonsense to me. I'll leave it here, go or not, you decide for me!" Laila also glared back at him with cross-brows.

Roy struggled. According to his thoughts, of course, he would not agree when the sky fell. But it was Laila who asked him to do this. She also made a lot of sense. It is impossible to have pushed him in the direction of the celebrity and then ran to become an influential model.

Seeing that her eyes were a little bit cold, he could only grit his teeth and nod his head against his will: "I'm going! Can't I go?"

Laila's smile returned to her face as ice and snow melted, and she smiled and pulled him to sit down across from her: "That's right. Can I still lie to you? Burberry is a world-class luxury brand. Even first-class Hollywood stars are willing to be their models. If you think it is so easy to win the contract, you are wrong. I can only help you ask for the next interview opportunity. Whether you can grasp it depends on your efforts."

When Roy heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Is it possible to fail?"

That tone, that high voice, clearly looking forward to failure! Laila's hands are itching again.

"First say yes, if you succeed, half of the money you owe me will be cut off. If you fail…" She calmly threw the sugar cubes in the sugar bowl into the coffee cup and then pushed it to him: "The debt is doubled!"

Roy twitched his eyes, looked at the sugar cube mountain that was already above the coffee cup in front of him, and finally gave up the expectation in his heart sensibly.

"I see…" This wicked witch!

His unwillingness was ignored by Laila directly called Sophia and her team members in charge of styling, and took Roy away, and reformed it.

This time is different from last time. To make Christopher "fancy" at a glance, Laila hopes that Sofia and the others will try to shape him towards the British style. People should see, "Oh, this is a man born for the British style."

For others, such requirements may be too harsh. But for Roy, this requirement is much simpler. On the one hand, he was already very handsome. On the other hand, he has the talent of an actor. It is a piece of cake for him to "play" an elegant gentleman.

Two hours later, Sofia took Roy to Laila with a contented look.

"This is definitely my best work!"

Laila looked at Roy sternly like she was owed hundreds of thousands of dollars in foreign debt. I have to say that his appearance at the moment can be said to be excellent.

The upper body is a T-shirt printed with a blue pattern, covered with a red checkered shirt, and the lower body is simply wearing a pair of white trousers, and the waist is tied with a black and red belt.

No matter how you look at it, they dressed him effortlessly. I don't know how many men wear similar clothes when they walk on the road. But under Sophia's almost magical makeup technique, Roy, who has trimmed his hair, wears such a simple dress out of the British style.