The president of the rebirth of the movie queen lives next door

Chapter 919
The make-up artist looked visibly a little helpless.

He raised his eyebrow pencil, looking like he really wanted to wake her up but didn't dare to wake her up. He kept raising his arms in mid-air, unable to do anything about the dangling face with closed eyes.

It wasn't until he heard the noise that he immediately turned his embarrassing help-seeking eyes to Mr. Assistant.

Yan Yi sighed softly.

First he took out his mobile phone and recorded a short video, then walked over slowly and tapped the girl on the forehead with a cheese box,
"Get up, Miss Shen."

The man's low and laughing voice came from behind his ears, Shen Pianli flicked and opened his eyes.

In sight, in the mirror.

The assistant is smiling with his lips curled up, but his eyes are flickering with a mocking taste of watching a joke under his polite expression.

Shen Pianlu reached out and wiped the corners of her mouth, wiping away some of the saliva that was about to overflow, then glared at the daring assistant, then smiled at the makeup artist, looking a little embarrassed,

"continue."

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In fact, this is the first time Shen Pianlu has photographed the cover of a fashion magazine.

Before, she only specialized in film and television, and the perfume advertisements for potato chips and Silver Spring Water were basically a combination of coincidence and preference.

Although there have been quite a few big-name endorsements that have found her, Yan Yi has always adhered to the principle of expensive and not expensive, and weeded out all the ones he didn't like.

Ms. Shen herself is not very good at this aspect, so she is naturally happy and relaxed.

So this time the cover of the magazine can be regarded as the first try.

Shen Pianlu seemed to find it quite amusing.

Because today is just a fitting, so I just stayed in the studio and took a few random photos to see the effect.

Although the girl looked drowsy in the dressing room, once she entered the working state, especially the work she had rarely touched, Shen Pianli immediately looked energetic.

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So when the girl approached the studio, the first thing everyone saw was a thrilling smile.

The make-up is not heavy, and the white teeth are not exposed, but the smile with the lips hooked and the head slightly tilted with the hands behind the back, illuminated by the dazzling lights, instantly looks mesmerizing.

She was wearing a little witch-like blue and white princess dress with contrasting colors.

The fabric of the skirt is very special, it looks deep and soft like silk but has a cold texture like cowhide.

A small golden crown was slanted on her head, and she was walking slowly towards the polished board.

In the absolute silence of the studio, the girl turned around naturally and gracefully, and sat on the throne that was originally prepared for her.

She leaned back on the gorgeous chair inlaid with gemstones, touched the bright red apple beside her with her slender fingers, then raised her head and smiled at the camera.

Everyone held their breath.

Three seconds later, the chief photographer's cry of collapse sounded in the studio,

"Why didn't you take a picture! You trash!"

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Not a mature and sexy queen demeanor.

She is immature, undisciplined, and a fledgling king.

Like a girl who just inherited the throne in the magical world.

She doesn't seem to have any indestructible and powerful aura, but when she sits on the throne studded with gems and gold, when her slender and noble fingers randomly touch the apples and petals piled up on the spacious seat, when she When slightly lifting her delicate chin and smiling towards the camera.

She can turn all beings upside down.

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In the camera, the girl has a pair of black ink-like eyes with an arrogant smile, and the glance she casts lazily looks more like charity than staring at each other.

It seems that just looking at you is already a great gift, so that people dare not ask for too much.

And she flicked her hair at will, tilted her head, and lowered her eyes, which seemed to be able to be cut into a perfect and extravagant oil painting at any time.

So throughout the afternoon, the frantic screams of the first-line domestic photographer could be heard in the studio,

"Did she just blink and take a picture!"

"Did you take an apple and shoot it!"

"Too much lighting! Darker! She's white enough!"

　After eating crayfish for two days in a row, I can't stand it...

　　Well... today's chapter by chapter will not be bugged...
　　Recently evolved completely into a night owl... Maybe it should be called degeneration?
　　I really want to break free from the explosive liver group, but it feels great to hear myself typing away in the dead of night~
　　What should I do······

　　Ah, I want to eat coke chicken wings

　　
　
(End of this chapter)