Jr's table shot was making a loud noise. When he was about to stimulate the two of them a few more words, he felt that the temperature in the studio dropped suddenly, as deep as the winter of March 9th.
Just before Jr could figure out what was going on, severe pain suddenly came from his back, and then a strong force hit him, and he screamed and fell out.
With a 'bang', Jr hit the ground hard, and his whole body felt like it was about to fall apart, especially the severe pain in his back, which made him scream in pain.
Xiao Feng's eyes were cold, and he walked slowly towards Jr., stepped on his chest with his right foot, looked at him condescendingly, and said in a cold voice: "Jr, right? I don't want you to insult my people,"
Feng Long's face was equally ugly. This Jr. really didn't know how to praise him. "Zhou Bing, call their general manager. Damn it. If you can't satisfy Yao Dao and Flame Girl today, I will demolish this Dream Paris."
Zhou Bing smiled bitterly and nodded: "Yes," he said, dialing the number of the general manager. At the same time, his eyes were fixed on Xiao Feng, paying attention to his expression and movements.
Before the call was made, there was only a soft knock on the door of the photo studio. The general manager came in from the outside. When he saw the situation in the photo studio clearly, his face changed drastically: "What happened?"
"Mr. Huang, are the quality of your photographers so poor? If you don't give me an explanation today, I guarantee that this Dream Paris will disappear from Jiuquan," Feng Long said with a gloomy face, looking at the general manager.
When Mr. Huang heard Feng Long's words, he broke into cold sweat. He knew Feng Long's identity very well and knew that he could definitely do what he said.
"Master Long, I don't know if Jr has offended you in any way," Mr. Huang asked with his head bowed.
"This is how Meng Paris treats customers. He offended not me, but my friend. Of course, the consequences of offending me are a hundred times more serious," Feng Long looked at Jr. who was stepped on by Xiao Feng.
Jr was lying on the ground, feeling as if his ribs had been broken, and he could even hear the creaking of his bones, "Old Huang, get these people out,"
"Don't be angry, everyone. I take Jr to apologize to you. Jr is not only the best cameraman in Paris, he is also ranked in the top ten in the country. Therefore, his temper is a bit bad. Please bear with it," Huang Always say with a smile.
Xiao Feng turned his head and smiled coldly: "He has a bad temper. Huh, my temper is also very bad." As he said that, he exerted force on his feet, and Jr screamed again.
"Fire Girl, tell me how you want to punish him," Xiao Feng asked slowly.
The flame girl looked at Jr, then at Mr. Huang: "You said his photography skills are very good,"
"Yes, that's right." Mr. Huang felt that there was a glimmer of hope to save Jr. He hurriedly ran to the table, took out a photo album and handed it to the flame girl: "Miss, you can take a look, these are all photos taken by Jr. The effect is particularly good. I am not speaking for him. He has won various awards in national photography competitions. I can guarantee that there is no other person in Jiuquan. The effect of the photos taken by him will be better."
Flame Girl opened the photo album and was attracted by the scenery above at first sight, "It's so beautiful."
Demon Sword came forward, a strange color flashed across his face, and he kept nodding.
After flipping through the photos one by one, Flame Girl looked at Xiao Feng: "Brother Feng, let him go. The photos he took are very good. I want him to take our wedding photos."
Xiao Feng heard the flame girl's words and lowered his head to look at Jr: "Boy, your photography skills saved your life. I hope you can do your best to take wedding photos for them. If there is any one that dissatisfies me, I promise I won't make it easy for you," after saying that, he took off his right foot from Jr's chest.
Jr got up from the ground and rubbed his chest: "I won't shoot,"
"Say it again," Xiao Feng narrowed his eyes, and the cold light flashed away.
"I said I don't..."
Before Jr could finish what he said, he was interrupted by Mr. Huang: "I'm sorry, I'm here to persuade him." After saying that, he rushed to Jr, pulled him aside, and muttered to persuade him.
Xiao Feng walked up to Yaodao and the two of them, took the photo album, looked at it a few times, and nodded: "The photos are really good, Yaodao, take off the piece of artificial skin on your face. If you cover this epiphyllum, the effect will be better." It loses a lot of color,”
The flame girl also nodded: "Yes, take it off. I like this epiphyllum, especially when it turns red."
Epiphyllum, whenever the demon sword has murderous intentions or is on the verge of eruption, it will turn blood red. It is precisely at this time that the flame girl likes it.
Because she felt that the blood-red epiphyllum was the same as the flame totem on her forehead. Her flame totem would also appear on the outside of her skin after drinking alcohol or during strenuous exercise, turning blood red, as if there was a real flame burning.
Demon Sword looked at Flame Girl, then at Xiao Feng, with a smile on his demonic face, and slowly pulled off the artificial leather, and the epiphyllum was once again exposed to the sight of several people.
At this moment, the conversation between Mr. Huang and Jr. also ended. Jr walked up to Yao Dao and Flame Girl and lowered his head reluctantly: "I'm sorry, in order to compensate for my mistake just now, I am willing to do my best to take pictures for you. Great wedding photos." After saying that, he tilted his head slightly and glanced at Feng Long and Zhou Bing, with a flash of fear deep in his eyes.
Yao Dao and Flame Girl need Jr. to take wedding photos, but they don’t plan to take wedding photos for him anymore. “Jr, let me tell you, this is called ‘Epiphyllum’, not ‘Tail Flower’. I want to ask you, can you take photos without the artificial leather? What,"
Jr didn't dare to have any objections, so he nodded: "Okay, absolutely okay. The effect of shooting this way may be better,"
What happened next couldn't be simpler. Jr picked up the camera again and started filming Yao Dao and Flame Girl. When he reminded the two of their postures, he was whispering, but he didn't dare to be as sarcastic as before.
"Brother Feng, after we finish taking the photos, we need to give him to..." Feng Long touched his neck with his palm, murderous intent emerging in his eyes.
Xiao Feng was not surprised at all when Feng Long said such words. After all, in some circles, ordinary human life is nothing. In their eyes, human life is the same as the life of cats, dogs, and even ants.
"As long as he can take good photos, this matter will be revealed," Xiao Feng shook his head gently and looked at Jr's performance.
Mr. Huang was standing by and clearly heard the conversation between the two. He broke out in a cold sweat again. He wanted to remind Jr. to take a good picture, but he was afraid that Feng Long would wipe his neck too, so he could only stand there and worry.
The shooting went smoothly. Jr put away the camera and nodded: "The indoor part is OK. If possible, we will fly to various places to take the outdoor scenes immediately."
Demon Sword and Flame Girl had no objections and agreed.
Xiao Feng thought for a while, gave up the idea of going to the location with the two of them, and said with a smile: "I have something else to do later, so I won't join in the fun,"
Feng Long and Zhou Bing are both busy people. Seeing that Xiao Feng is not leaving, they will naturally not follow him and fly around.
Perhaps Mr. Huang was afraid that Jr would lose his temper again, so he proposed to go with them. If anything happened, he would take care of it.
When Xiao Feng saw Mr. Huang following him, he was completely relieved and nodded: "Okay, Yao Dao, after you finish filming, call me and I will take you to see the wedding room, Dalong, how is the wedding room decorated?" So done,"
"In two hours, everything will be arranged," Feng Long said with certainty.
Xiao Feng patted Feng Long on the shoulder: "I have troubled you these days, Dalong." After saying that, he turned to look at Yaodao: "Haha, Feng Long is taking care of everything."
"Thank you," Yaodao nodded towards Feng Long: "If I have a chance, I will do something for you."
That night, Feng Long saw the terrifying combat effectiveness of the Demon Sword with his own eyes. Hearing his words, he shook his head: "Brother Feng arranges it, and I will naturally do my best to do it well. It doesn't matter."
Yaodao will not say anything anymore. Sometimes, it is much better to do real things than to talk about it.
Xiao Feng chatted with a few more people, glanced at the Patek Philippe on his wrist, and stood up: "I have to go. Haha, if by chance, I might have lunch with a beautiful woman. If you need anything, call me anytime."
Feng Long and others also stood up and sent Xiao Feng out of Dream Paris.
"Brother Feng, I'll treat you to a drink when I get the chance," Zhou Bing smiled and waved to Xiao Feng.
Xiao Feng also smiled and made an "ok" gesture: "Okay, I will definitely drink when I have time, haha, I'll leave first." After that, he got into the car, started it, and drove away.
Zhou Bing half-squinted his eyes and stared at the back of the Mercedes-Benz. Several thoughts flashed through his mind, and finally he decided that this person could be a friend and try not to be an enemy.
Feng Long also had a lot of things to be busy with. He turned to look at Yao Dao and Flame Girl: "You two, I'm going to work first. If you need anything, you can call me at any time." As he said that, he took out his business card and handed it to Give me the demon knife.
The demon sword was put away casually and nodded: "Okay, you all go and do your work."
Feng Long and Zhou Bing exchanged glances, and the two drove away in tandem, intending to find a club to have a good chat.
Yaodao held the flame girl's hand and smiled tenderly: "Yan, let's go get ready."
The flame girl kissed Yaodao's lips gently: "Well, Yaodao, I feel so happy,"
"Haha, me too," Yao Dao showed a rare tender side and carried the flame girl into her dream Paris.
Xiao Feng held a cigarette in his mouth, took out his mobile phone, found the number, and dialed it. A traditional "beep" sound sounded. Xiao Feng frowned slightly. Is the goddess so old-fashioned?
"Hello, hello, who is this?" A voice that was almost as sweet as nature came from the receiver.
Xiao Feng blew out the smoke ring and lightly smelled the nicotine: "Haha, Goddess Murong, don't you remember me?"
"..." There was silence in the receiver for a while, and then Murong Xue's voice sounded again: "Rolls-Royce,"
"Haha, it seems that I left a deep impression on the goddess," Xiao Feng smiled, and his move was indeed the right one, "I would like to introduce myself solemnly, my name is Feng Xiao," I don't know why. For some reason, Xiao Feng didn't tell Murong Xue his real name.
"I have prepared the VIP tickets. You can come to the 'Yunzhong Tower' to pick up the tickets. When you get to the door, call me," Murong Xue said, hanging up the phone, with a hint of disgust in her voice.
Xiao Feng smiled and shrugged, put his phone in the passenger seat, and said to himself: "Fengxiao, haha, goddess, here I come,"
