Chapter 5: They were drunk

Victor immediately ran to get the pure white outfit. Costumes with capes with very large hats are often seen in Western fantasy stories; people wearing them will have extremely high figurative character.

Cyrus nonchalantly accepted it, then walked towards the van, didn't take a few steps, turned around and called to Claude, "Still not coming over to help?"

He didn't know what Cyrus was going to do, so he just followed him into the car.

Cyrus ordered the props staff to bring black ink, poured it into a basin, then dipped his robe in it, and ordered Claude to stir with chopsticks.

Claude sat down and poked his clothes. Cyrus crossed his arms and looked behind him.

Suddenly, Claude said in a whisper, "Thank you."

The corner of Cyrus' lips lifted. The two of them then said nothing, as if the words of thanks had never been uttered.

Waiting for the pure white robe to be dyed to a black that reeked of drugs, Cyrus ordered Claude to hang this stinking shirt on a wooden stick and place it on the truck to dry in the sun.

From beginning to end, he did not move a finger; he just sat in the hammock chair to command Claude.

After finishing dressing, Cathy immediately helped Claude put on makeup.

Only then did Cyrus get up from her chair, pick up a few things from her makeup box, and calmly stand there doing his makeup.

Cathy obediently stepped aside.

He found Cyrus's movements too arbitrary, so when he was shaving his eyebrows, Claude dodged.

"Silence!" Cyrus ordered coldly.

He took off the wig that Cathy had put on Claude a few minutes ago, changed him to another one, and finally asked him to come out and put on the black clothes that were drying outside.

The weather at the Gobi is extremely dry; the wind is also massive, and after drying for less than an hour, the clothes are already dry.

When Claude put it on, it seemed that Cyrus had shown him a surprised expression for a few seconds. When he took a closer look, Cyrus was back to his usual indifferent face.

Back on the set, Claude made everyone present there dumbfounded. Aaron exaggerated again, giving him a gaping mouth.

A character with white hair and a black shirt, jet-black eyebrows after being shaved become long, hidden in sideburns, and raised high brow bones that were originally hidden is now revealed. Claude's gentle face turns cold, cold and indifferent. The fluttering black robe conceals a leisurely and elegant look in the evil spirit shown in the character as if even if the world were to become a wasteland, there would be dust and ashes. Just a blink of his eye.

Peter shouted, "Good, start the engine!"

Everything went smoothly after that. It's not clear what Cyrus took, but he didn't ask them to pose much anyway.

When the work is over, Peter also invites the group to drink wine.

Claude's role was the focus of everyone's discussion. Even Bridget did not regret praising him, and when she messaged that there was a chance to nominate Claude for director in the future, Claude thanked him softly.

Disappointed too much, Claude knew the opposite side of the fashion world, which is full of scandals that eat away all other industries.

On behalf of the company, Jason pays everyone a little better. Granted, signing a few contracts and taking on a few jobs with just a little extra salary doesn't make any sense, but everyone is still excited.

Originally, anonymous models like them would never get paid extra no matter how hard they worked, so apart from the grumpy Simon, the congratulatory party was almost everyone. The whole family was happy.

They all shunned Simon because they thought he was too mean, and Jason was also polite to Simon like never before.

Cyrus is the type of person who, even sitting in the middle of a crowd, still gives people a sense of independence.

He was completely silent, and no one dared to chat with him, but his miraculous ability to change the situation left a deep impression in the hearts of all. Bridget sat next to him, seemingly constantly persuading him.

Only Cyrus remained silent and didn't answer, just kept drinking. His long fingers hold the cup. The shiny glass surface exalts the slender white finger, emitting a soft light as if conveying to everyone a quiet charm.

There used to be quite a few male models being adopted. Claude also refused a few similar requests, including both men and women, so the models were all bisexual. He noticed that many of the models who had had a little too much to drink were sneaking glances at Cyrus.

Of course, they weren't as comfortable as Bridget. Bridget still pretended to be natural, but his lips almost pressed close to Cyrus's ear.

As soon as the party ended, Claude immediately looked for Cyrus, intending to say thank you, not only because Cyrus gave him the opportunity to create a new image for him, but also because he wanted to thank Cyrus for trusting him.

Claude himself did not expect him to be able to play such a cruel yet amorous character. Cyrus opened a door for him. Behind the door was a completely different Claude.

Who knows when he hastily opened the door of Cyrus's unlocked room, immediately meeting the scene of Cyrus and Bridget hugging and kissing?

The collar of Cyrus's shirt was loosened, the thin black tie loosely draped over his shirt, his jet-black hair a little unkempt, such a dishevelled yet strangely sexy figure, all of Cyrus seemed to be emitting a voiceless invitation.

Claude suddenly burst in, causing the three of them to freeze. Bridget reacted the fastest, holding her forehead brooding, "Oh my god, I'm so drunk!"

Cyrus lazily buttoned his shirt, his plump lips spitting out a word, "Get out!"

Claude almost ran away. He was tossing and turning all night. In the morning, Aaron joked that his eyes were scarier than a panda.

Cyrus didn't sit with him anymore. Claude knew at the departure time that Cyrus had returned on the earliest flight.

Then he lowered his head, then calmly asked the receptionist, "Have you checked out the guest in room 1203?"