my sister is a supermodel

My Sister Is a Supermodel Author: Important Guest

Reborn in the United States in 2002, started as a small model, ventured into Hollywood, handsome, long legs, bad waist

001. Reborn in New York in 2002

"Roka Luoka! My husband is back, you hurry up and hide... on the windowsill, you hide on the windowsill, slow down, this is the eighteenth floor, don't fall..."

"Ahhh~"

New York, Hilton Hotel.

The evening sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the guest room on the eighteenth floor. A handsome man yelled and opened his eyes suddenly.

"Where am I?"

It appeared to be an ornately furnished room with art paintings, crystal chandeliers, old fashioned TV and a metal plaque on the opposite wall that said 'Hilton Hotel'.

"The Hilton Hotel has opened to the underworld?"

He raised his legs and slammed down, intending to get up with a skillful 'carp jerk'.

But when he was exerting force, there was a sudden tearing pain in his waist. Damn~, he couldn't help groaning, and rolled from the bed to the carpet.

boom!

The severe pain woke him up completely.

"Pain? I'm not dead? I'm not dead?"

The man was lying on the soft carpet, his eyes somewhat surprised and dazed.

His name is Roca, and he slept soundly in the morning, when suddenly there was a rush of shouts from the bedside, 'Roka, Roka!My husband is back, hurry up and hide, hide on the window sill...'

Roca was startled, and jumped onto the window sill skillfully. When he came outside the window and was blown by the cool wind, he suddenly woke up. I was sleeping at my own home, why should I hide?

Suddenly he remembered that a few friends had made a joke at the wine table yesterday.

Everyone recorded a very exciting wake-up call, that is, 'my husband is back', to see who will be caught the next day.

Accidentally, he was recruited, mmp.

He was about to go back when he slipped and fell down from the eighteenth floor, bah~

"Didn't I fall to my death? It shouldn't be, it's the eighteenth floor..."

Suddenly he saw a strange figure in the opposite mirror.

The long dark brown hair is messy on the forehead, with a chic and uninhibited beauty in the decadence, the nose bridge is high under the deep eye sockets, and a pair of black pupils seem to be awake, shining with a depth and introversion that are different from age ...

"I'll go~, who is this handsome guy?"

Roca scratched his hair, and the person in the mirror also scratched his hair. There was a warm and greasy feeling from his fingertips, which made his body tremble rapidly, and suddenly there was another person in his mind. memory.

Roca Casseff Dominguez Kelly was born in Brazil in 1982 and is 20 years old this year.

He started to practice football at the age of six, and was selected into the youth training team at the age of 15, helping the club win the Brazilian Youth Cup.

At the age of 17, he was selected for the Brazil U-20 national team, participated in the 1999 World Youth Football Championship, and scored a key goal in the finals, which caused a sensation.

Real Madrid made an offer of 500 million euros for him.

Unfortunately, on the eve of going abroad, he encountered a traffic accident and suffered a fractured lumbar spine.

The accident left him paralyzed in the lower extremities, and he spent a year in bed slowly recovering.

In more than a year, his height has grown by leaps and bounds from 180 cm to 186 cm. His proud speed has also become mediocre, and his coordination of movements has been greatly reduced.

He was told by team doctors and coaches that he could no longer play football.

The predecessor collapsed.

He began to drink heavily, get into fights, and hang out in nightclubs... In less than half a year, he squandered all his previous savings.

I couldn't survive in China, so I was brought to the United States by my sister Kate for a soft meal.

"A fallen genius?"

Rocca looked at the person in the mirror and grinned.

Although this face is a little weak, it is still a handsome guy.

"From now on, I will live for you, don't worry, I will live a beautiful life for you, take good care of your sister, no, it's our sister!"

jingle bell~

A loud ringing of a bell interrupted his contemplation.

He leaned on the edge of the bed, found a Motorola flip phone on the bed, and found two sleeping women under the blanket.

Roca shook his head. The waist injury in his predecessor was still not healed, and he was still playing sculls. This is called NO ZUO NO DIE.

"Hello~, cat head!"

He opened the phone cover, and there was a roar from the receiver.

"Damn Roca, where are you?"

"Sorry, dear lady, are you..."

He interrupted the other party's rant in fluent English.

The other party was stunned for a moment, and roared in a louder voice: "Roka Kaka~, damn it, are you taking drugs again..."

Roca frowned, took the phone away and looked at the name in the note - Nina.

An image of a middle-aged woman appeared in his mind, Nina Hester, the manager of his sister Kate, a woman who was a bit strict, old-fashioned, but very responsible.

She couldn't understand Roca's oil bottle, and kept asking Kate to change her assistant.

But Kate disagreed and insisted on bringing Rocca with her.

Nina couldn't argue, so she could only agree.

But the assistant from the predecessor was really incompetent.

She often drinks heavily without telling her sister, picks up girls, has parties, and doesn't do serious things...

Today's Victoria's Secret Fashion Show opened, and Kate was about to go on stage for the catwalk. When she came to the scene, she found that her hat had been left at home.