Third floor, Tower A, Dihua International Building
Xi'er studio
Gao Yuan Photography Studio No.1 Studio
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The studio door was closed, and suddenly, a particularly hysterical female voice roared:
"Yan, Jinger, you two came here today to entertain me, Gao Yuan?"
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Gao Yuan's face suddenly changed, and she begged again in a low voice:
"Hurry up and get a little state of mind, a little bit is enough."
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Shao Qing and Gao Yuan cursed Yan Qing angrily:
"Yan, where did your shameless energy go? Get closer to me. Didn't you hug me tightly when you got the chance? Now you're pretending to be a gentleman? Uh-huh. ,scumbag!"
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For a while, Gao Yuan had no choice but to try to coax him into thinking in a soft voice:
"Jian'er, think about the time we used to... Oh no, just act like Li Na, turn around... turn around quickly, Weng Xiaoge, look at my bad mouth..."
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After a while, Gao Yuan burst out again, her voice sounding extremely emotional:
"Mongmeng, I really don't want to take the photo, it's simply torture... Just do it, let me randomly pull an old photo from the album and hand it over."
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There is only a wall between the cleared studio and the VIP lounge of Xi'er Studio.
In the studio, the sound of Gao Yuan, the chief photographer of "Vogue Clothing and Beauty", filled her ears like a magical sound.
In the VIP lounge, Shao Qing and his party looked at each other with varying degrees of surprise on their faces.
Su Meng, deputy editor-in-chief of "Vogue Clothing and Beauty" who was accompanying her in the lounge, had an even more complicated expression. She seemed to have anticipated the situation in the studio. Editor-in-chief Su squeezed out a wry smile and apologized:
"These two have been working hard on Gao Yuan for three hours. Anyone would go crazy if I left it alone. I'm sorry, everyone, I have to lose my composure..."
After saying that, Su Meng stood up and turned around. She raised her voice and shouted several times at the closed door of the studio:
"Yuan'er! Can you be smarter? Are the photos taken five or six years ago still usable? Take them! Keep taking them!"
Su Meng turned around again and sat down with her skirt fluttering. The dignified and elegant temperament of the deputy editor-in-chief of a top fashion magazine quietly bloomed in her body again.
At this time, the expressions of the people on the sofa opposite Su Meng were ups and downs, and they could be said to have their own merits:
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"Why is our brother Qing so shameless? He is obviously very... reserved!"
Finally finding the right words to defend Yan Qing, Miao Miaoyi, who had a long reflex arc, looked at the door of the studio indignantly. She wanted to rush in and talk to Gao Yuan for some theory.
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"The amount of information is so huge. I have to cheer up and eat it carefully. I wonder what other information Editor Su knows and will it be revealed inadvertently? I'm really looking forward to it."
After thinking for a moment, her whole body was refreshed. Zhang Yameng smiled innocently, and she quietly spied on Su Meng.
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"What does Weng Xiaoge mean? Is it Sister Jing'er's nickname?"
Zhou Peipei also realized this later and became more and more surprised. She hid beside Shao Qing and Lao Zhang and mumbled weakly.
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"One is a bit sultry, and the other turns into a whirlwind gyroscope at every turn. It's really not easy for Gao Yuan. I can really understand her. She has been depressed all afternoon, just like my addiction to cigarettes..."
As expected, it was Shao Qing. As she was talking, she took out a cigarette from her python-patterned Hermes brikin handbag and diffused it skillfully.
"Once I get addicted, I can't stop myself. I have to take another puff. Come on... come on... come on... Su Meng, Lao Zhang continues..."
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"Crack!"
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
Three crisp sounds of flint roller friction sounded one after another.
"Bang!"
Retracting her right hand holding the lighter, Su Meng frowned slightly and turned around to follow the sound:
I saw that the door of the studio was kicked open heavily from the inside out.
In the studio, five high-power continuous flash lights and two long 200W dual tungsten filament modeling lights are slowly extinguished.
Outside the black shading cloth of the greenhouse, a whole circle of soft light boxes were eclipsed.
Before anyone was seen, the voice came: "I feel so dry, stuffy, hot, and annoyed. I need to rest for a while..."
Immediately, a Martin shoe stepped out of the completely dark studio.
"You scumbag named Yan, why don't you reflect on your state today? You are so coquettish and moaning..."
Wearing overalls and a bomber jacket, Gao Yuan turned her head and walked out of the studio cursing, but the tone of her last sentence became gentle again:
"Jian'er, you... okay, I can't bear to talk to you. It will cool down in a while. If anything is wrong, just say something. I have to go get a cigarette. I really can't stand you two..."
"Go on! Gao Yuan, come over quickly and have a rest. Don't let them make you angry. Now..."
Before Gao Yuan could reach Su Meng, Shao Qing had already thrown the cigarette and the box in his hand at her as he spoke: "The two of them are like this, they talk very little... Just get used to it, it's actually quite interesting. of."
Gao Yuan caught the cigarette case with her hand, looked at it carefully, and said nonchalantly: "Huang Fu, the tar content is quite dry!"
"Crack!"
"I didn't have a good rest yesterday, so I didn't make up for it enough at noon... This is more refreshing..."
Shao Qing handed over the fire, and she skillfully comforted the angry Gao Yuan: "They are making you worry~"
"Thank you, sisters, cough cough cough..."
Gao Yuan felt relieved a little, but the first puff of smoke entered her lungs and she choked and coughed repeatedly.
Su Meng patted her back gently and said angrily: "How long have you been quitting smoking... You smoke again... When you go back to your house, Dou Xian'er should whisper and beep you again."
"How dare you make a loan? How dare you think he is taking out a loan?"
Gao Yuan raised her head scornfully, and immediately turned sad when she met Su Meng's eyes: "Oh, Meng, my heart is really blocked and uncomfortable."
Su Meng shook his head helplessly and said with an apologetic wry smile to Shao Qing next to them: "Yuan'er is like this. The natives of our imperial capital usually call this naughty."
Waving his hand as if he didn't take it seriously, Shao Qing smiled charmingly, as if there was all kinds of amorous feelings lingering on his brows: "Gao Yuan is a sweetheart, and she has a few friends that she has longed for. I must be worried about her, I can understand."
After throwing the unsmoked cigarette into the ashtray, Gao Yuan stretched out her hand to Shao Qing:
"Shao Qing, right? Ji'er mentioned that you have always taken good care of her. Gao Yuan and I, let's make friends."
"Zi~Zi~"
"Did you just mention me occasionally? It hurts, shakes, and feels cold... No, Xiaomei exploded..."
Multitasking, Shao Qing kept paying attention to the side with his peripheral vision.
The cigarette butt that Gao Yuan threw in was not put out, and the smell of burnt smoke and smoke came out of the ashtray. Miao Miao, who looked unhappy, frowned and poured some water into the ashtray.
"You should take care of her. Come on, Gao Yuan, let me introduce you... This is Peipei, Huaijing's assistant. Have you met her?"
Reacting quickly, Shao Qing naturally took a step forward and gently took Zhou Peipei's hand that had not been released. She blocked Miao Miao and Gao Yuan with her body.
"I just came back from a business trip to Milan last weekend. There was a spring fashion week there. Jin'er and I haven't seen each other for almost two months, but I saw Pepe on TV, and her cheongsam was pretty decent."
Gao Yuan's meaningful smile made Zhou Peipei lower her eyebrows and eyes in shame.
Shao Qing moved to the side again, in the direction of Zhang Yameng.
"Next to her is Lao Zhang, the public relations expert at Yan Qing Studio."
Zhang Yameng had already taken advantage of the action of throwing the cigarette butts to pull Miao Miao back. She now held her hands in front of her chest and smiled lightly at Gao Yuan who was looking over.
It was obvious that the words "Yan Qing" irritated Gao Yuan again. She smiled and raised her eyebrows and said, "Hey, this girl looks nice, but her eyes are not very good. She is with the wrong person."
Zhang Yameng did not get angry with Gao Yuan, but showed her braided teeth, making the smile on her pretty face even sweeter.
"Why is this person so annoying!"
Miao Miao couldn't bear it anymore. She popped up from behind Zhang Yameng and glared at Gao Yuan.
"Little Lolita, sister, no one here is buying flowers. Besides, there are several flower shops downstairs. Go and ask elsewhere."
Gao Yuan lowered her head to meet Miao Miao's angry look. She was not reluctant, talking about the character that Mr. Miao had guested on.
"It's too dangerous here, I have to stay away."
Seeing Miao Miao and Gao Yuan getting closer and closer, Zhou Peipei was frightened, and she tried to get up secretly.
Zhang Yameng's quick eyes and hands quickly picked up Miao Miao, who was trying to push forward.
Miao Miao danced in the air, bared her teeth and claws and said: "Lao Zhang, let me go!"
"That's enough, Gao Yuan, you are over thirty and still want to have a fight with a little girl?"
Su Meng hugged Gao Yuan's waist from behind.
Miao Miao and Gao Yuan just stared at Mai Mang's big eyes through a short coffee table.
The atmosphere in the VIP lounge instantly became tense.
Shao Qing calmly eased the atmosphere, with a smile on her face: "Let me tell you, the fight hasn't started yet? It won't be too late to start again later."