Reborn 1980 counterattack queen

Sun Bailu laughed aloud, and looked for the boss.

Uncle Mo was curious: "Little beauty, you are here..."

"Take a picture!"

"Are you here to take a picture?" Uncle Mo pointed to the bruises on her face, "Little beauty, your face..."

Sun Bailu seemed to be in a really good mood, and said with a smile, "Your face, it's all right!"

The current pixels are not good, so if you put on makeup and light, you can't see it when you take pictures.

At this time, the wife of the owner of the photo studio, A Ping, came down from upstairs. When she saw Sun Bailu, she paused, and then walked quickly: "Oh, why are you so beautiful, a big beauty!"

Uncle Mo said, "I call her little beauty."

"Haha, isn't it age!" The proprietress laughed, "Looking at the age, it's not that old, but it's so beautiful!"

"I'm here to take pictures," Sun Bailu said, "If I add money, can I arrange for my photos to be washed first?"

"It's definitely okay to add money!"

"Okay, then I'll go get ready."

Sun Bailu looked at Uncle Mo and Yu Fushu: "I'm going to take pictures first."

Uncle Mo said "Huh?" "What do you mean, do you want us to wait for you?"

Sun Bailu laughed: "This is a greeting, who asked you to wait for me!"

She is familiar with this place, and many of the previous one-inch photos were taken here, so she put down her umbrella and walked directly towards the dressing room.

The proprietress said "Yeah" and walked up: "Little beauty, have you been here before?"

If such a beautiful person has been here, there is no reason not to remember it.

Sun Bailu smiled and said, "No, but I heard someone mention it, she was the one who introduced me. The proprietress is really amazing, and she has such a good reputation."

The proprietress was praised, and she smiled happily: "Hahaha, the little beauty's mouth is so sweet!"

They gradually walked away, and the laughter was still coming.

Uncle Mo looked at the direction they left, and turned his head to look at Yu Fushu: "Mr. Xiao, the little beauty seems to be in a good mood."

Yu Fushu glanced at him: "Now you even care about her mood."

"Haha, yes, I like this little beauty no matter what I think."

Yu Fushu said "hmm" and looked away.

Uncle Mo also looked at the counter, and was suddenly startled. Only then did he realize that all the photos that had been developed on the counter were left wide open.

Uncle Mo was terrified, turned his head to look in the direction of the dressing room, walked quickly to Yu Fushu's side, and whispered: "Mr. Xiao, why are these photos spread out like this? If the little beauty saw it just now..."

Yu Fushu said indifferently: "If she sees it, then what?"

"Well, it's not good after all! She thought we were taking pictures of the fire dragon praying to heaven, but in the end we took pictures of everything..." Uncle Mo looked at the faces on the counter.

Yu Fushu looked at Uncle Mo with interest and said, "Uncle Mo, you cared about other people's feelings just now, but now you care about their evaluation of you?"

"Hmm..." Uncle Mo scratched his head, "Little beauty, it's nice to look at people."

"What's the matter?"

Uncle Mo seemed to open the sluice all at once: "Smart and capable, eloquent, assertive, cheerful and sunny, active in action, attractive in character, good in adaptability..."

"Stop." Yu Fushu said.

Uncle Mo paused, then added weakly: "She is still pretty, don't talk about Huanhai Township, let her go to our Haicheng for a walk, I don't think there are many people who are prettier than her. It doesn't even lose."

Yu Fushu looked back at the photos, looking at the photos one by one.

Seeing him like this, Uncle Mo stopped talking.

Not long after, Uncle Mo looked again and saw Yu Fushu's eyes stopped on a photo.

Uncle Mo froze immediately, looked at the photo, and moved his head closer: "Is it this person? What's the suspect's number?"

Yu Fushu was in a daze for a while, came back to his senses, pressed the photo with his long fingers and pushed it aside, said calmly: "No."

"Huh? Isn't he?"

"Well," Yu Fushu said, raised his hand to pack all the photos on the counter and put them in an envelope, "Go to the dark room and ask how long it will take for the rest."

"it is good!"

There are six studios in total, four upstairs and two downstairs.

After Sun Bailu came out of the dressing room, she followed the proprietress to the photography studio on the first floor.

The proprietress went to call the photographer, and Sun Bailu casually picked up a photography book to look through. The paper turned out to be of good quality, and it was full of shapes.

However, these styles are more or less conservative and..."good family women".

Sun Bailu watched, her eyes gradually wandering.

She sat in prison for too long and met all kinds of female prisoners.

One of the girls is very beautiful, 25 years younger than her. She was sentenced to six years for manslaughter. She is a female anchor of the dance area. Her surname is Yang.

When Xiao Diwo was first imprisoned, she didn't like to talk to people. It wasn't until Sun Bailu found out that Xiao Diwo always liked to stare at her. Sun Bailu went to take the initiative to chat with her, and then let Xiao Diwo get acquainted with them.

Gradually, the little dimples talked more, and liked to share the melons in the live broadcast circle with them, and also liked to teach them to dance and pose.

The shapes of the dimples are various, youthful, fashionable, hot, sexy, sweet, and cute, but they are not as conservative as in the book.

"Here we come." The proprietress laughed.

Sun Bailu closed the book, looked at the photographer who came in, and smiled, "Hello."

The photographer was about 25 years old, his footsteps paused, and his eyes brightened obviously.

Sun Bailu's makeup was very light. She didn't deliberately draw out the roots of the mountain and the high bridge of the nose, nor did she draw the eyebrows high and thin, and she didn't put on any lipstick. Lips are full and clear.

This whole face is completely inconsistent with the current popular makeup, but it is extremely beautiful, soft and dewy, and radiant.However, her eyebrows and eyes are rich and delicate. This makeup looks like light makeup, but also like heavy makeup. It is clear and charming, cold and colorful. It has a strong sense of story. In the conflict, the atmosphere is pulled to the limit .

"Little girl, you are so beautiful!" The photographer came in and shook hands with Sun Bailu, then turned to look at the proprietress, and said excitedly, "I think we can take a few large-sized photos of her and hang them in our shop! It would be the best! She can also make posters, this girl is really pretty! The few ones in our store can be replaced!"

The proprietress had this idea just now, when the photographer mentioned it, she looked at Sun Bailu: "Xiao Lu, do you think it's okay?"

Sun Bailu smiled sweetly: "Then, do I get paid?"

The proprietress immediately said: "Yes! There must be! As long as you agree, we will take pictures and develop your photos for free today, and give you 15 yuan, how about it?!"

The photographer felt that it was a little too little. 15 yuan is really too little for such a beautiful model. If her photo is taken and put out, how much attention will it attract.

But Sun Bailu agreed very readily: "Okay! Then it's settled, 15 yuan!"