She dominates the entertainment industry with her disaster system

While doubts were rising in his heart, Su Lingxi couldn't help but pay more attention to Simon, the actor playing opposite him - since Master Cox was willing to stay here as a small manager, his ability must be extraordinary.

"My dear, you look so good, and your eyes are so bright." Edith praised her softly, and applied a layer of light foundation on her face. "Your complexion should be a little paler, and your lips should be covered with concealer."

Soon, as Edith's hands flew, a weak and pale girl appeared in the mirror. There was a faint blue under her eyes and pale lips. She looked like someone with congenital defects or a long-term illness.

It was in stark contrast to her previous appearance with bright eyes, rosy lips and white teeth.

Su Lingxi checked her makeup in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction.

The scene we are going to shoot next is the one where Betty first arrives in Paris. If the patient, who is exhausted from the journey, were to put on full makeup, it would look too fake.

"Are you here?" Seeing Su Lingxi walk into the studio, Selina was the first to greet her. "Are you ready? I'll first give you a long shot here, then a close-up, and then move to the stairs for a close-up shot..."

She simply and clearly arranged the shooting tasks for Su Lingxi and the photographer at the same time. After getting their responses, she smiled and picked up the loudspeaker: "OK, the shooting will start soon. Nicole, please be in position, and clear the scene——"

In an instant, all the irrelevant personnel in the filming area retreated behind the camera like a tide, gathered behind the track and watched the actors waiting for the filming to start.

Being stared at by dozens of pairs of eyes was something Su Lingxi had long been accustomed to. At the moment, she was not nervous at all. She just closed her eyes slightly, and immersed herself completely in the emotions that only Betty could have.

……

Haussmann-style hotels are not uncommon in Paris, but this one is the closest to the Eiffel Tower.

As the heavy and gorgeous door was pushed open with a creaky sound, Betty, dressed in casual clothes, appeared in front of the others.

She was wearing a light blue and white striped shirt with the hem tied up and tucked into a dark grey skirt, and a belt tied diagonally around her waist.

The clothes are well-cut and of good quality, exuding the youthful atmosphere unique to students.

Her hairstyle was very casual, with her long hair lightly tied up with a pencil, giving her a casual artistic beauty - it made people feel that she should not appear at the hotel reception with a suitcase, but should stay in a studio full of paint palettes.

"Ma'am, would you like to check in?"

"Yes, this is my reservation information and identity information."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

The receptionist's attitude could be described as pleasant, which made a glimmer of light flash across the depths of those slightly lifeless eyes.

The next second, Betty opened up the conversation with great interest: "I'd like to ask if you have any attractions you'd like to recommend? Or... restaurants where I can eat special delicacies?"

"Please, please, I'm here for a graduation trip. It's my first time here and I was really looking forward to it!" She clasped her hands together and looked at the two front desk receptionists expectantly. At this moment, her eyes were surprisingly bright.

It is obvious that this is a girl who is very good at using her appearance to win favor.

Yes, girl, she looked too young to be called a woman.

After a conversation that was pleasant for both parties, the check-in procedures were completed.

Before leaving, Betty left two red roses delicately, "Dear ladies, I wish you a wonderful day."

Meeting the two surprised gazes, the girl turned her head playfully and gave a romantic kiss on the hand.

The staircase was very long, but Betty walked up it briskly - obviously, she was very satisfied with her "masterpiece".

Look, a girl who is good at bringing happiness to others, mixed with classic French romance.

However, the girl's trick that always worked for her failed on someone.

The club is still bustling late at night, with rock music blasting loudly, and young men and women enjoying themselves in this ocean of love and passion.

Only two people in the corner of the back door were isolated outside.

The shrill music continued to sound. Betty covered her heart with her hands, looking unhappy. "Excuse me, sir, have you seen a small Dalmatian dog nearby?"

Her voice was low, but it was not difficult to hear the suppressed urgency and fragility in it.

Grenouille stopped playing with his lighter.

He closed the lighter and casually played with his long hair. "Dalmatian?"

Betty nodded vigorously.

Grenouille looked up at her and wanted to say that there were no dogs here, but he held himself back.

She is a very beautiful stranger.

She looks a little thin, and her thin lips should be put on some lipstick to look better.

Grenouille was absorbed by his own sudden thought.

He was going to change his mind.

Today might not be a good day to leave this world, even though he had prepared everything to ensure that he could leave without any pain.

The injections in his coat pocket still had some warmth from his palms, but Grenouille no longer had the mood to hold them.

"Why, looking for a Dalmatian?" His voice was hoarse and the French words he uttered were not coherent, but Betty still understood what he meant.

"I just met it on the roadside and wanted to feed it sausage, but it ran straight into here, so I wanted to look for it."

In comparison, as a foreigner, she speaks much more fluent French.

Grenouille fell silent again, staring at her in silence.

He had a very seductive face, with brown hair, blue eyes, a straight nose and thin lips, and his face had clear lines, like an ancient Greek artwork carved out of marble, and his face was as pale as jade.

Sickly and gloomy.

Betty felt a little uncomfortable with his expressionless gaze, and after hesitating for a few seconds, she handed the colorful macarons in her hand to him.

If I accept her favor, I should be able to help her, right? She thought.

The sweet aroma of macarons suddenly rushed into Grenouille's nose, and his long-silent heart trembled.

Betty easily caught the look of surprise that flashed across his face.

"Why are you giving me this?" he asked.

"No reason." She answered lightly, her eyes bright and radiant, "I just want to make you feel better."

If you feel better, you will agree to help her find a dog, right?

A twenty-year-old girl has not come into contact with too many complicated people or things, and thinks everything is simple.

Grenouille took a deep breath.