[Zhongyingmei] Official Mascot

Chapter 21

This is a pair of well-educated young couples.

There were still a few 10 minutes before landing on the plane, and the stewardess came over and handed the boy a glass of water.

"Thank you."

The brown-haired, brown-eyed young man gave her a hearty smile, put down the expensive camera in his hand, took the water glass, and then gently woke up his girlfriend who was covered with blankets in a soft voice.

"...Holly? Wake up, it's about to land."

The girl next to him who tilted her head moved, and he gently brushed away her gradually changing pink curly hair. The girl opened her eyes, yawned and stretched herself on the seat: "Are you there?"

Her thoughtful boyfriend handed her water, her nails were dyed a beautiful orange pink, shining brightly, and the flower bud tattoo on her wrist was very conspicuous.

The stewardess looked envious. This young couple who was flying in the first class cabin was obviously rich kids who came out to travel and experience life. They were dressed in low-key clothes, but they were definitely not cheap, and they were very affectionate. Maybe they were Instagram celebrities... ..

However, the person concerned is feeling awkward in order to adapt to the new image and fit the personality.

Dolores scratched her curly hair highlighted with pink and ash, and whispered, "My God, I was shocked when I woke up and saw this hair."

Peter is also a little uncomfortable: "I know, I've never dressed like this..."

He was wearing the trendy brand that rich kids like, the sneakers on his feet were extraordinarily expensive, and he had fake tattoos on his neck and arms.

But it's fun, like a drag game, or a James Bond movie or something.

Dolores grinned at him: "Get used to this, Tom, and be careful."

Natasha reminded her thousands of times, the two of them patted their chests and promised that they would never mess up.

"No problem, Holly."

Peter winked at her.

Carrying suitcases and bags on their backs, the two young men walked out of the airport and got into a taxi at the predetermined address.

The two of them are currently set up as rich couples who come out to enjoy their lives and travel around. They are as happy as ordinary tourists. They are looking at the scenery outside the window along the way, and they keep taking pictures with their cameras.

The two of them also have two fake ins accounts, which were made by S.H.I.E.L.D., and have 10,000+ fans, all of whom seem to be staff members, and some are fake fans. The programmed program will give them likes, and they can be like real people Same fancy message.

It's not all about maintaining the character design. When they arrived in the UK, they kept posting photos, so that the bureau could grasp the situation and adapt accordingly.

Skye was in charge of their section, and Peter's account had just posted a photo.

Tom Holland: Big Ben! [email protected] Holly Bush

The accompanying picture is the Big Ben taken from a distance, and there is a photo of him and Dolores in a taxi at the back, two ins net red trendy young couples wearing sunglasses...

Skye almost didn't recognize the photo when he first saw it.

"They're in London."

Natasha nodded: "Very good."

Soon, there were a lot of likes and comments under this photo.

"Amazing! AMAZING!"

"This is wonderful~"

"The photos are beautiful."

“Big Ben is really a British classic!”

"This kind of work that can be played is really great....I want to travel too!"

"You'd better sit in the office."

These messages and comments are mixed, some are fake fans of the program, and some are real employees of Super Eyes.

When they arrived at a five-star hotel in the city center, the two entered the reserved double room.

"finally reached."

Dolores was relieved.

Peter still didn't dare to relax, he took out a small instrument from his luggage, like a detector.

Turning on the instrument, he drove through each room.

"There are no monitors and no cameras."

Peter turned off the detector and finally relaxed.

He stretched himself, and couldn't help complaining: "Oh, being an agent is quite tiring, I always thought it would be fun."

Dolores looked at the gradually brightening night view of London outside the window, stood on the window sill and took a picture, then turned around and took a picture of the interior of the luxury hotel room.

She added filters, retouched the image and uploaded it to Hogan's fake account.

“Wonderful London ~ amazing hotel.”

Skye liked her photo on the other end of the computer, then turned to Natasha and said, "They're here, and the room has been checked."

Natasha nodded: "You can contact Kingsman's guide."

Skye replied simply: "No problem."

She tapped the keyboard and sent the message through an encrypted channel.

"it's beautiful!!"

"Love you~"

“The hotel is great, please recommend.”

"Are you going to have dinner? There is a great restaurant at No. XX, xxx Street. You can tell the chef that the cod is paired with the special drinks in the store, which is very good."

"Seven pm is the best time to enjoy the view and food at the same time."

"Remember to upload nice photos!"

When Dolores saw these messages, she carefully wrote down the contents, then turned to Peter and said, "Go and meet Kingsman's contact person for dinner."

Peter nodded: "What time?"

"Seven o'clock, in the restaurant."

Peter nodded: "Then I'll change my clothes."

He smiled at Dolores: "Remember to put on makeup."

Dolores stepped forward and kissed him, smiling slyly: "Ladies first."

She floated into the bathroom like a gust of wind and took the first position.

Peter whispered, "I don't have anything to dress up anyway."

He was really relaxed, but Dolores not only had to do makeup but also hair and dresses and shoes.

"You are very beautiful, my dear."

Peter said sincerely, and then handed the small black high heels in front of him: "Just wear these pairs, they are especially suitable for you."

His glamorous female partner pouted, and she held up the skirt and twirled it around: "Did you see that my skirt is grapefruit color? How can it match black high heels."

"......"

To be honest, Peter couldn't quite understand the difference between grapefruit and pink-orange. He looked hesitant, and finally he could only open his mouth, and then wisely chose to remain silent.

In the end, Dolores still chose a pair of suitable shoes. The silk suspender dress fit her body curves softly and bonelessly, and the skirt seemed to be splashing when she walked.

She was so gorgeous that Peter couldn't help but feel that the wait was worth it.

He kept turning his head to look at her, and almost wiped off her lipstick when he kissed her.

Of course, his good mood quickly became depressed when passers-by kept looking at her and whistling from afar.

"I don't like the British anymore!"

Peter said angrily.

He wrapped his arms around Dolores' waist, hugged his girlfriend tightly, and glared away at a person who tried to ignore him and approached him.

Dolores answered him with an undisguised laugh and a kiss on the cheek.

She wiped the lipstick marks on his face affectionately for him, while comforting her boyfriend: "Remember Tom? This is a task, don't be so nervous. "

The joint restaurant is actually on the street next door to their hotel, about 500 meters away, on the second floor of a certain building.

They walked over, entered the restaurant and sat down. Dolores took the menu and said slowly to the waiter: "Do you have any recommendations here?"

The waiter recommended the signature dish to them, and Dolores nodded kindly: "Then I want this, Tom?"

Peter shrugged: "Just the same."

With a smile on her face, Dolores closed the menu and handed it back to the waiter: "I heard that your cod is great with special drinks, please help us have one."

The waiter nodded and bowed slightly: "Okay, miss, please wait a moment."

Peter asked in a low voice, "What time is it?"

"It was just seven o'clock."

Dolores' eyes wandered around, but she didn't find anything special.

Peter took out his mobile phone: "I'll take a picture of you."

"it is good."

Dolores quickly raised her smiling face, propped her chin with her hands, tilted her head slightly, and looked directly at the camera under the candlelight on the table. She looked even more stunningly beautiful after putting on makeup, and her green eyes were shimmering.

Peter was amazed: "Special! Very beautiful!"

He especially liked this photo. Dolores in the photo was so moving that Peter couldn't help showing a faint smile when he saw it.

Dolores propped her cheek with one hand and muttered, "You must remember to add a filter."

She doesn't count on retouching...

Peter added a filter before sending it out, and couldn't help but look at the original picture again.

Well, he still prefers the original picture.

I did a great job! !