Buzzing——

An extremely subtle sound came, and Qin Yuqiao's ear tip moved and noticed that the laser printer not far away was operating.

After a while, a few A4 papers printed with text were evenly spit out at the outlet, which looked like some information.

Qin Yuqiao walked over to pick up the document and handed it over to the Seventh Military Advisor to catch a glimpse of the contents on the paper, and his breathing immediately became tighter.

"'The moon is bright and the autumn wind'..."

She slowly read out this ID. Although the action submitted in her hand did not stop, her quick glance still made her remember the identity information that followed these four words.

The Seventh Army Commander quietly looked through the information. Qin Yuqiao stood side by side with him, and after a while, he said hoarsely:

"When I lived with my sister before, I noticed... Whenever Qingqing mentioned this, her sister's breathing would change a little color."

"How is the degree?" The Seventh Army Division's eyelids drooped, and his eyes quickly swept across the paper to summarize and organize the information.

"Not heavy. To describe it, it's probably 'a flash of unhappiness'."

During the conversation, the Seventh Military Advisor had finished reading, and a few thin pieces of paper were pinched into his hands with folds like pinching marks.

"What do you think?" asked the Seventh Military Advisor.

Qin Yuqiao's lips slightly lowered, hesitating and uncertain: "...It's a hidden pain."

Just like when I was young, I injured my legs and feet, and when I was weak, I suffered a severe cold. Even if the surface healed as before, I had already fallen into the root of the disease and became a stubborn disease in the body. I barely had nothing to do when I was not touched, and once I touched it, I couldn't help but feel a little painful.

It will not be heart-wrenching, but it will not be completely removed.

Too many people in the world are suffering from this kind of "chronic heart disease", and Qin Jue is one of them.

Qin Yuqiao, who was an orphan, had no similar life experience. Even though she later absorbed emotions from different individuals from a large number of confiding emails, she still knew very little about her sister's past and could not completely empathize.

After all, there are few things like dressing up as a man.

Even if you can make some speculations from common concepts, if the person involved doesn't speak, it will be difficult for others to understand what she feels like.

Thinking of this, Qin Yuqiao sighed: "Does she know about this existence, sister?"

"I know." The Seventh Army Secretary folded a few pieces of information in half and stuffed them into her wide robe sleeve. "That is her 'home'. Who is there at home and what is the origin? Even if she doesn't care, A Ran will report it on her own initiative when encountering this special situation."

Having said that, the implication is very clear.

"Sister acquiesced to her attention..." Qin Yuqiao's expression was complicated.

"Don't think too much." The Seventh Military Advisor said indifferently, "This is another matter."

Qin Yuqiao responded softly.

She raised her hand and pulled the invisible headphones between her hair, calmed down in the white noise played, and then said good night to the Seventh Army Master.

"Da da" footsteps sounded again, and Qin Yuqiao's figure disappeared behind the door.

Not long after, the laser printer indicator lights up again.

The little robot held up the freshly baked information and delivered them to the hands of the Seventh Military Commander.

This time, the photos printed on paper did not have a woman's face, but an elderly man with a misconductive appearance and a vaguely despicable appearance.

He was wearing a not-so-regular medical white coat, and there were several pictures of test tubes alongside half-length portraits.

Chih!

The paper was pinched into a wrinkled ball in the hands of the Seventh Army Commander.

"I'm still alive."

His voice became colder and colder, his eyes swept across the tall buildings and landed on the giant sign of "Qinyi Technology", as if he wanted to see its founder through it.

"What's the point of asking for you?"

When the ending of this sentence fell, the Seventh Army Division had returned to peace.

"Chi Chuan." He said.

The display screen in the spacious room dimmed, and an inconspicuous ordinary man appeared on the screen and bowed slightly to the Seventh Military Commander.

"Catch it, let him say it, let him write."

"yes."

Chi Chuan responded respectfully, "I will consider the possibility of the development of every public opinion and leave enough favorable evidence."

After saying that, he paused:

"After this...?"

"Kill."

The dark net dragged on the ground.

...

Qin Jue forced to fall asleep in a hotel in Shanghai tonight.

She had no dreams all night. The next day, she opened her eyes and got up before the alarm clock rang, and hadtily settled her breakfast and rushed to the shooting site.

"Little Crazy" Frandy Fonse gave her many antique endorsements, but because it was a long-term plan, Qin Jue did not need to complete all the work within one day, and the schedule on that day was quite loose.

When they arrived at the studio, Shen Zhenzhen and others had been communicating with the foreign stylists opposite for a long time. These professionals knew more about the size and facial features of Qin Jue than Qin Jue himself. Almost as soon as they entered the door, Qin Jue was overly enthusiastic to the waiting mirror and dressing table.

"A very perfect face!"

“Very perfect figure!”

Qin Jue was fiddled back and forth and couldn't help but feel ashamed: "Guys, you are getting into the state a bit fast."

"Oh, dear Zayde, it's easy for a model like you to inspire me to create!"

Grayson, the director of makeup with two-color curly hair, exclaimed in a pretty tone, "You have a decadent vitality, do you know? Modern retro needs this flavor!"

"Greyson, what we are going to shoot is an advertisement." The man in a suit with a high ponytail and a suit emphasized, "Commercial Advertising."

"Don't pay attention to that guy, Daren is always thinking about how to make more money."

Grayson directly ignored the reminder from beside him and said to Qin Jue, "We are pursuing art! What is art? It means I am free to bloom, do you love to buy it or not!"

Dailun glanced at him angrily, and stretched out his hand to Qin Jue with a full expression:

"Hello, Mr. Qin, I'm honored to be able to cooperate with you."

He also said: "I'm really sorry, Grayson used to be obsessed with high-end micro-films, so..."

He said as he let go of the hand that he was shaking with Qin Juejie and pointed to his head.

Qin Jue laughed, and at the same time she was turned around by Grayson. This guy was addicted to holding the whole set of vintage clothes to measure her - he had to turn his head and continue asking:

"There are a lot of differences between high-end brands and Vintage (retro second-hand products). Why did Grayson change careers?"

"Because they don't understand my art!" Greyson shouted.

"Because all the high-end micro-films he directed were not selling well," Daren explained calmly.

"Shut up, Daren!" Grayson quickly put on his coat and peeled it off quickly, "Mavallo, Velivon, Arvanae... Those concept films of luxury brands in recent years have become increasingly ugly! Senseless slow motion, illusory background music, specious expressions, you can't even tell what they want to sell in the short film!"

Delen lowered his head and rubbed his forehead: "What brands and products need to reflect concepts, and what advertisements need to show atmosphere and temperament - forget it."

He shrugged and showed a friendly smile to Qin Jue who was tossed: "Thank you for your hard work."

"Take your hypocritical care aside, a bastard." Grayson could actually look at Qin Jue and her bow tie with a smile, and at the same time mocking Daren without restraint, "Zayde is different. I have done the back tune. I know that he is not only a natural clothes rack, but also a very spiritual actor - my works need stories! And he is just right!"

Daren was surprised: "You can still do back adjustment?"

Grayson: “…get out!”

Qin Jue was amused and crying by their two crosstalks. What was even more surprising was that Daren really walked out of the studio. To some extent, this meant that he was not the one who really controlled the voice in this cooperation.

Thinking of this, Qin Jue looked at Grayson, who blinked at her mischievously, his voice was very light but pleasant:

"—BOSS obviously prefers people like me, what do you think?"

Qin Jueran was silent and laughed in one second.

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