Drifting Towards You

Li Qingqing was slightly startled, and when she met her eyes, she always felt a touch of indescribable sarcasm in her eyes.

"Zhou Youwei..." After the secretary came out, she said a name.

Su Xiangwan thought that the chassis was coming soon, so it seemed that he was not far from him.

Sure enough, more than twenty minutes later, the secretary read out a name again: "Su Xiangwan prepares."

Su Xiangwan calmed his mind and walked slowly into the interview room.

The room was very large, and there were several interviewers sitting in the front. She glanced, and almost immediately matched the few people Yang Shuo had just said.

But in fact, I have to say that Li Qingqing is a bit blindly optimistic and naive.

This circle is not so clean, but you want to be a rule maker, but not everyone can do it.

Just talk about the five people in front of him, which one has not seen a big wind and big waves, how can it be easily handled by others.

Su Xiangwan stood by and waited, and Zhou Youwei had already changed into a **** long skirt. She was taken aback for a moment when she saw her, and then she retracted her gaze and walked towards a scene that had been built in advance.

The scene is actually very simple. It is a dressing table with a few light yellow beams above the head. A few Y brand lipsticks and perfumes are placed on the dressing table, as well as a string of pearls. A photographer is waiting with a camera. Aside.

Zhou Youwei stepped up and nodded to him, signalling to start.

Immediately, the elegant piano music flowed out, setting off the atmosphere of the entire room.

In the room, the light is very dark, it has an ancient and tranquil meaning, and the simple layouts are inexplicably charming.

Su Xiangwan's gaze swept over several interviewers. The middle one was Mr. Y's grandson. Unlike William's debauchery, he was a rare effort and was deeply trusted and loved by Mr. Y.

The man was in his thirties, holding a pen in his hand, and his eyes fell on Zhou Youwei very seriously.

On his left is an old gentleman with silver hair wearing a pair of glasses, wearing casual clothes, holding his arms around him, leaning on the back of his chair, his eyes scrutinizing.

On the right is a woman with big wavy curly hair. The woman is less than forty years old, with her chin resting on one hand and her eyes sharp.

On either side are two men, one in his twenties should be a young designer, and the other in his forties, with a little beer belly.

Withdrawing his gaze, Su Xiangwan's gaze fell on Zhou Youwei again.

Unexpectedly, there would be a trial shooting in such a short interview time, and since Zhou Youwei can get the identity of the spokesperson for the Asian region in her previous life, her performance must be exceptionally different.

Su Xiangwan stood quietly in the corner, but began to look at the woman seriously.

She entered the state very quickly, first leaning her back on the dressing table, resting her hands on it, and posing a POSE to the camera.

Su Xiangwan narrowed his eyes, his gaze became serious.

Zhou Youwei's movements are actually not overly aggressive, but the expression on her face is very advanced.

These blockbusters are actually very taboo against exaggerated expressions.

It often requires your emotions to be released, but your expression must be sufficiently restrained.

To put it bluntly, it is to let others see your emotions, but the so-called indifference and dismissiveness in your expression are the most important things in these super luxury brands.

Because in this circle, their existence itself prides itself on being superior, so the film often requires more quality.

At the moment, Zhou Youwei's performance can be said to be very good, and that point is well mastered.