Chapter 273

"I don't think it's good. I can't control the color."

Suddenly hear the discussion of the people around, song Yarong a blank face: "how?"

Looking at the photo of Chen Mingming's supermodel, a group of people are discussing it.

"It's really not suitable. What do you think of Yarong?"

"Well... I think?" Song Yarong continues to keep his face covered. He just didn't hear what they were saying.

With an awkward cough, song Yarong slightly shifts her eyes and looks at one side.

There stood the supermodel they were talking about.

"I don't think this picture fits me very well."

This supermodel has a great figure. She's a standard supermodel. So is her face. It's just that her expression and eyes are strange. Of course, it's strange when she's still. She's wearing the color they just discussed.

Unexpectedly good-looking, without a sense of disobedience.

"It's like... We're still going to see ourselves?"

Chen Mingming sighs helplessly. It seems that he still wants Jin Beihan. After all, they don't have so much power.

"Do you know aliya Daves?"

Suddenly hearing such a question, song Yarong was stunned and nodded subconsciously.

Chen Mingming takes a look at the supermodel and song Yarong. Suddenly he doesn't know what to say, "forget it, go back to rest first. The president will call us later."

"Let's go."

Song Yarong is eager to go back to rest. After seeing so many clothes, she has to spend a lot of money.

Walking on the road, not in the mood to see the scenery, song Yarong's mind is all about the name "aliya Daves".

She is a very powerful actress, currently in this city, it is said that this time their main director is her.

Song Yarong has never seen her and doesn't know what she looks like. She just knows that she is her goal now.

I just don't know if I have a chance to see her this time.

Although it is the person who guides them, in fact, there will not be three people who can really get guidance. Song Yarong has been in the company for such a long time. I feel that my ability is not as powerful as Wan Shanshan and Chen Mingming, and no one else's. I'm ready to see no idol.

Jin Beihan was sitting in the lobby of the hotel waiting for them to come back. Beside them sat a very elegant oriental woman. They were talking, with smiles on their faces.

Song Yarong subconsciously looked at the past, then turned his eyes, suddenly realized what, suddenly turned his head in the past.

Wan Shanshan on one side was almost scared out of her heart attack: "what's the matter with you girl? You're surprised!"

"That! that! that! Sister Wan, do you think it's Elia Daves

Song Yarong grabs Wan Shanshan's arm with an excited face. She is trembling with excitement. Although she deliberately lowers her voice, she is still heard by people around her.

Others looked at the woman who was talking with Jin Beihan in astonishment. She was wearing a cheongsam, and her figure could not be better. However, the bun on her head was an authentic retro bun from the period of the Communist Party of China. It looked out of place with this hotel, but it had a strange beauty.

She is Elia Daves. Although she has a foreign name, she is a standard Oriental.

Jin North Cold slightly side head, see them, then wave: "come here."

A group of people are very obedient walked in the past, sat opposite them, very clever hello.

"Are you... Song Yarong?"

Looking at the girl who was pushed by others to Jin Beihan's side, Elia Daves had a strange expression, but with a kind of inexplicable pride.

"Yes, hello goddess!" Song Ya Rong subconsciously nodded, opened his mouth to such a sentence, then immediately want to give himself a slap, others good name, shout what.

"Ha ha." Elia Daves covered her mouth and laughed happily. She looked at Jin Beihan and said, "this little girl is very good at speaking and art."

"Well, Yarong won the first prize in the art competition of Jin's group. Although she still didn't become a regular, her ability is really outstanding."

Hearing this sentence from a man, song Yarong's face turned red. She was a little shy. What should she do.

"It's amazing. I've seen her art and I can say that you have a good chance of winning this time."

As she spoke, Elia Daves kept her eyes on Song Yarong, looked at her several times, and suddenly frowned.Song Yarong is also looking at her expression, suddenly see her frown, can't help but nervous some, what's wrong with his body?

"Mrs. Davis?"

Jin Beihan leans slightly to separate the distance between them, and makes their eyes return to him. He has some doubts on his face. He doesn't quite understand why aliya Daves is suddenly interested in Song Yarong.

"Can I... Have a chat with song Yarong?"

Aliyadavs asked suddenly, looking at the others as if in a dilemma.

"Get ready for dinner, everyone. Lunch is ready."

Zuomu just opened his mouth and took the others away, leaving only the three of them looking at each other with their own eyes.

Song Yarong didn't know what she had done. Suddenly, the Oriental Goddess was so fond of her. She was a little flustered and subconsciously approached Jin Beihan.

"You don't have to be nervous..." aliya Daves quickly raised her hand, as if she wanted to say something, but she took a look at Jin Beihan, and obviously didn't want him to participate in this matter.

"If Mrs. Davis has anything to say, she can say it directly."

Naturally, Jin Beihan is unwilling to leave. He grabs song Yarong's hand and shows her their relationship.

"Let's change places."

Elia DeVos was the first to stand up, with a little bit of strength.

Jin Beihan also stands up, pulls song Yarong and goes out together.

The most flustered one here is song Yarong. She doesn't know what they are going to do with themselves. She has no choice but to comply.

Following her to a more hidden art studio, song Yarong looks at it subconsciously and finds that it should be Elia Daves' own studio, because many of the clothes in it are her art.

"Song Yarong, is your Godfather Su Qijun?"

"How do you know?"

Song Yarong Leng for a few seconds, subconsciously staring at her.

"Because... I'm his ex-wife, your godmother."

Elia Daves, no, it should be said that Su Yiran looks at Song Yarong with a smile and scatters her curled hair.

Song Yarong is confused by the sudden news. Standing in the same place, she seems to be stunned by a bomb, full of chaos.