Shao Qing hugged Zhou Peipei, who was about to leave her seat, and she began to whisper: "Xiao Miao, you are definitely not your opponent in a one-on-one fight. Sister Qing will definitely turn to you in a while. Peipei and I are responsible for stopping the security guard and letting Lao Zhang take the lead." You run away first."
"Pfft~"
Su Meng laughed out loud, and she pushed Gao Yuan, whose corners of the mouth were slightly raised. Zhang Yameng on the opposite side also comforted Miao Miao with a few words, and the atmosphere in the VIP lounge gradually relaxed.
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Classic separated by a wall
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"What's going on outside? Gao Yuan is angry at Lao Zhang and Xiao Miao. Does this mean she hates the whole house...what heinous thing did "I" do?"
It was pitch dark in the studio, and Yan Qing kept eavesdropping with his ears raised throughout the whole process. His thoughts kept fluctuating with the movements outside.
"I always have a vague feeling that Gao Yuan's attitude towards me will become colder when I am present, like a refrigeration air conditioner. In this way...her dodge during the recording in the morning may have something to do with this meeting...Weng Xiao Ge seems to be deliberately showing indifference to me..."
Yan Qing only felt that his thoughts were clear in the center of darkness, and he continued to let his thoughts wander.
"Su Meng and Gao Yuan, they must know a lot of details. How can I extract this information without revealing anything? Especially since Gao Yuan's attitude towards me is so bad..."
While thinking about it, Yan Qing's sight hidden in the dark environment lingered unbridled somewhere not far from him.
"I don't know when the filming will be finished. I think I have classes tomorrow morning. Oh, why did I accidentally memorize her class schedule?"
With a blush on his face, Yan Qing tried to figure out how to get out of the predicament at hand. After he and Weng Huaijing entered the studio, they could not find the feeling that Gao Yuan wanted to capture.
"In such a buzzing state, how do I compose the photo to get the cover photo that Vogue wants? Intimacy and alienation, who came up with this theme!"
Regarding the fact that he couldn't get the cover photo that the photographer wanted, Yan Qing didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him at all. He was simply worried that it would affect Weng Huaijing's work tomorrow.
"Feel good!"
In the darkness, Yan Qing felt very good about himself. He could smell the rosemary scent in the air that soothed him openly, and he could also listen to every move outside the door with pointed ears to collect information; his thoughts and ideas were exceptionally clear.
In fact, except for the moment when Yan Qing first arrived at Xi'er Studio and when he first came into contact with Su Meng and Gao Yuan, faced with a sudden large amount of unknown information, Yan Qing was slightly panicked, most of the time he maintained a calm mental state. .
Yan Qing was confident enough in his performance that he made no mistakes when facing Su Meng and Gao Yuan.
After entering the studio, the filming went poorly and for more than three hours, Yan Qing did not become anxious due to the continuous high temperature caused by the lights. Instead, he became more and more calm, and collected a lot of information both inside and outside the words.
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"Su Meng, Gao Yuan, "I" and "I" and Wen Wen Wen are old acquaintances. They know about their relationship with Weng Huaijing."
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"Bong Bong and she worked together at the Vogue headquarters in New York, and we are still close to this day."
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"During the period of the breakup, some of "my" actions made Su Meng and Gao Yuan feel ashamed, and they firmly stood by Weng Huaijing."
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"Shameless? In the past, "I" seemed to have a shameless quality, which Bong Bong also mentioned."
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"These two influential figures in the Chinese fashion circle are also highly suspicious of the two account owners in their mobile phone address book: Su Mengmeng and Plateau Cannon."
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"It's just that after five or six years, Gao Yuan is still the same cannon, but Su Meng has lost all her cuteness, and she has suddenly become the deputy editor-in-chief of a top magazine in the fashion industry."
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Yan Qing, whose ears were still pricked, found that the VIP lounge separated by a wall outside the door seemed to have entered a long period of silence since Shao Qing's few words.
The various lamps in the studio have finally cooled down completely, and the darkness is getting cooler.
"There's nothing I can do about Shao Qing. If she hadn't been here, Miao Miao would have had more fun with Gao Yuan..."
The studio under his absolute sense of sound was eerily quiet, and even the snorting of someone with his back turned could be heard clearly.
After some previous thinking, Yan Qing had some ideas in mind about how to take the cover photo he wanted for "Vogue". He hesitated and seemed to be hesitant in his steps.
"Why don't you take the opportunity to chat with Wen Wen Wen? Will she mind being heard by the next door and refuse to communicate?"
Yan Qing was silently approaching Weng Huaijing as she thought.
"No, I have to keep my voice as low as possible. I can't control myself. I have to solve the problem and go home from get off work early."
"Eh!"
Yan Qing blinked. He could still see nothing in the shed, but he had an inexplicable feeling that Weng Huaijing straightened his back even more.
He lowered his voice and continued to move towards her: "Weng... Xiaoge, I thought of a good composition..."
"Clang!"
Suddenly there was a loud noise!
Yan Qing accidentally entered a group of closed soft-light light boxes. After kicking down many light boxes, he lost his balance and fell irreversibly towards Weng Huaijing.
"It's like a plot in a soap opera. I'm not mentally prepared. I'm not hentai."
Yan Qing could feel that he was getting closer and closer to Weng Huaijing's beautiful profile. He pursed his thin lips completely and tightly wrapped them into his mouth, like a funny mouthless man.
"..."
Yan Qing suddenly felt his body pause and stopped falling.
"Fortunately, there was no warm touch on my face. Instead, it was... Why do I feel so difficult to breathe..."
"Bang!"
The door to the studio seemed to have been kicked open again, and the overhead lights in the studio were immediately turned on.
After adapting to the dark environment, the light seemed particularly dazzling, and Yan Qing opened his eyes with difficulty.
One of his feet was put into the broken soft light box, while his body was half-hanging and leaning.
"So close...and so beautiful..."
Weng Huaijing pressed her hands tightly against his neck and chest, and Yan Qing looked at her like this.
The two people seemed to be frozen in this close sight meeting.
Yan Qing broke away from Weng Huaijing's somewhat disdainful eyes and focused on her pretty face:
Her sharp eyebrows were raised wantonly, with some anger;
Her slender and thick eyelashes trembled, looking nervous;
An intoxicating pink color spread out from the corners of her eyes, as if she was shy.
There were a few drops of crystal sweat on her delicate nose, as if she was in panic.
The red lips trembled, and Weng Huaijing whispered with the strength of crushing his silver teeth: "The old behavior is coming back? Don't even think about it for the rest of your life! Eh~"
Weng Huaijing seemed to have just noticed Yan Qing's still tightly pursed lips, and the shame instantly spread from the corners of her eyes.
Looking away from Weng Huaijing's breathtaking beauty's collarbone, Yan Qing opened his mouth to try to explain something. Just as his thin lips moved, two voices came to his ears:
"Shut up!"
This was Gao Yuan's scolding sound because she thought Yan Qing was trying to forcefully kiss Weng Huaijing.
"Weng Huaijing, let go!"
This is Miao Miao's tragic song because she thought Weng Huaijing couldn't suppress her instinct and wanted to commit violence again, and realized that she couldn't protect her.
After a moment, feeling guilty and shy, Weng Huaijing pushed Yan Qing away in time before a group of people came around, transformed into a gyroscope again, and she quietly turned her back.
Sitting down on the ground, Yan Qing had no desire to move for a long time. The dizziness caused by the sudden lack of oxygen in his body, as well as the amount of information contained in Weng Huaijing's words, made him feel exhausted.
After taking a few greedy breaths of air and coughing a few times, Yan Qing reached out to pick up the broken soft light box on his right foot and spoke with difficulty in front of a group of people watching:
"Things... are not what you think... I just thought about how to compose the cover photo, and I was about to go forward to communicate with her, but... I accidentally stepped on this... I almost fell, Buzz... Weng... Buzz helped me...
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Yan Qing gradually calmed down, and with an expression of joy as he thought of the golden idea, he raised his head and said: "By the way, Su Meng, Gao Yuan, hurry up! You two quickly find a way to find a yellow taxi. Let's drive to the east."
Sanhuan, let me tell you how to take this cover."
Hesitant and doubtful, almost everyone turned their attention to Weng Huaijing, who slowly turned around.
She released her biting red lips and waited until the shame on her face was almost gone. Weng Huaijing slowly raised her head. She slowly glanced at Yan Qing and said softly in a nasal voice: "Yes."
Weng Huaijing endorsed Yan Qing's behavior, and the array of soft light boxes scattered on the ground, coupled with the broken light box he was carrying, barely made it through.
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East Third Ring Road, Hujialou Section, somewhere on a viaduct
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On the seventeenth day of the eighth lunar month, the imperial capital finally waited for the full moon.
"knock off!"
With a happy face, Gao Yuan waved her hands gracefully.
"Yuan'er, this is definitely the best photo you have ever taken in your life."
Su Meng walked up to Gao Yuan and reluctantly looked at the external monitor screen of the digital SLR.
"Go away, I'll still have it for the rest of my life."
Gao Yuan did not deny that this was the best photo she had taken so far.
Five meters away from Gao Yuan, Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing were obviously in a state of emptiness. They both looked up at the belated full moon hanging in the night sky of the imperial capital.
"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight!"
"Tonight is a beautiful moon!"
A slightly different point is that Weng Huaijing was just feeling his feelings secretly, while Yan Qing recited the original Fusang sentence in a low voice, word for word.