Ji Erye's squeamish bag is super cruel

Chapter 494 She Just Thinks About It

Ji Boyan raised his foot and walked over, stood opposite Wen Ruan, stretched out his hand to pinch her chin, turned left and right, and smiled softly: "Well, it looks good."

Wen Ruan blinked her eyes, and smiled along with him: "The second master is also pretty."

Two people are wearing ancient costumes, standing in front of the set scene, looking at each other, the handsome man and the beautiful woman, both of them have smiles on their profiles, and there is love in their eyes that cannot be hidden, no matter how you look at it A beautiful picture of a fairy couple.

The photographer also pressed the shutter and captured this scene.

Under the guidance of the photographer, the two of them carried out the shooting task. Although it was only a few sets of clothes, they had to change their makeup and hair back and forth, and they also had to pose, so it was very tiring to take pictures like this.

When it was the last set, when Ji Boyan came over again, Wen Ruan pursed his mouth when he saw him, making the people around him break out in a cold sweat.

What does this expression mean?
Ji Boyan hurried forward, picked him up, and glanced at the makeup artist and stylist next to him, they all walked away, leaving this place for the two of them.

"Are you tired?"

Ji Boyan reached out to put Wen Ruan's loose hair behind his ears, and asked her.

Wen Ruan nodded, a little aggrieved on her small face.

Even more tiring than her training for three days, why on earth did she accept this shoot?

The make-up artist and others not far away had question marks in their heads. They were just like a woman, beautiful and sassy. How come they turned into a coquettish and cute girl when they saw Ji Erye?
Assistant Tan was taking pictures and slandered: The backer is here, can you not be squeamish?If she had a boyfriend like Ji Erye, she would have to be squeamish.

However, reality did not allow it, so she just thought about it.

Hearing Wen Ruan say this, Ji Boyan pursed his lips, hugged Wen Ruan and walked out.

Assistant Qin quickly put away the phone and followed Ji Boyan, anxious to keep him in his tracks: "Mr. Ji, Mr. Ji, there is one last set, it's done."

"Don't shoot, hire a model, take a new set, Ruan Ruan and I will send it to my office."

Ji Boyan flatly refused, not to mention a set of clothes left, but a movement left, and the little girl said he was tired, and he would give up.

The photographer was in a hurry. It was the first time he met someone with such a sense of camera. He was always happy when he was shooting. He hadn't enjoyed shooting yet, so how could he not let him shoot?

Seeing Assistant Tan's eyes begging for help, Wen Ruan said quickly: "There is only one set left, let's finish the filming."

"Don't shoot."

"We can't give up halfway, Second Master, I still want to keep it as a souvenir."

Ji Boyan looked down at her, frowning, a little reluctant.

"There's only one set left, how about finishing the filming?"

Wen Ruan pursed her lips, looked at Ji Boyan, her eyes were clear and bright, his heart ached, she had to listen to everything she said.

Ji Boyan pursed his lips, touched her small face, and said in a displeased tone: "Aren't you tired?"

"It's okay, there is only one set of clothes left, and it will be soon, otherwise the previous photos will be for nothing."

Ji Boyan kissed her little face with rouge on her face, then put her down, turned her head and glanced at the staff following behind her, and said in a deep voice, "Hurry up."

"Alright Mr. Ji."

Assistant Qin quickly walked back with Wen Ruan, glanced at Ji Boyan who was standing behind him, and couldn't help whispering in Wen Ruan's ear: "Fortunately, it's you, otherwise who can persuade President Ji? This little life really depends on you to keep it."

(End of this chapter)