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Chapter 114

In such a large studio, only Qing Jin and Qing Huan were left.The dazzling light in the center and the darkness and silence outside the light divide the entire studio into two worlds.Live together and live together, but with clear boundaries.Qing Jin was between the light and shadow, and Qing Huan was in the darkness, gazing fixedly, but seemed out of reach.

Qing Jin smiled and took the initiative to cross the boundary, and grabbed Qing Huan, "Fool, are you really stupid? I said I want you to take pictures of me."

Qing Huan was a little startled, "You stayed here just to let me take pictures of you? But why?"

Qing Jin smiled, his eyelashes trembling faintly shyly, he couldn't help stretching out and scratching the tip of Qing Huan's nose, "Fool... I saw you comparing your fingers to the viewfinder frame, I know you're imagining taking pictures Me. Why are you embarrassed now that I took a picture of you? "

Qing Huan was a little flustered, "I, I'm just imitating Alang..."

Qing Jin smiled, "Let's shoot. You shouldn't be afraid of me laughing if you're afraid of anyone laughing." The boy touched Qing Huan's forehead lightly, and smiled shyly, "I belong to you, please—— Do whatever you want..."

Qing Huan held Alan's Hasselblad camera, his hands were shaking.Precious equipment, and more importantly, the professionalism and shining professional experience condensed on the equipment, Qing Huan took a deep breath, restrained the trembling of his fingers, and integrated his heart into the camera.Isn’t it said in martial arts novels that a real swordsman does not hold a sharp blade in his hand, but has swords everywhere, because he has achieved the unity of man and sword, he is the sword, and the sword is him... So now, clear Huan told himself that he was the camera, and the camera was himself—what he saw before his eyes was that handsome and sexy boy, and what he thought in his heart was all about him...

Qing Huan was taking pictures, but she was also fighting against her own personality.She tried her best to suppress the timidity of wanting to be shy and wanting to give up, and she tried her best to show up, and she took the initiative to communicate with Qing Jin in front of the camera with a smile, "Qing Jin, that BURBERRY trench coat, I heard that the cheapest authentic one in China will also be on the market." Ten thousand dollars, isn't it?"

Qing Jin in the light and shadow was obviously startled, but then smiled, and stared at Qing Huan with evil eyes through the camera, "Little thing, have you done your homework? It turns out that senior three students are still in the mood to read books other than textbooks." ?”

Qing Huan blushed, "No way. In fact, I read your magazines. You study so many foreign magazines every day, so I'll follow along and learn a little bit!"

Qing Jin's eyes flashed with a smile, "Yes, you are right. BURBERRY is the brand that best represents the United Kingdom. They were originally used as imperial supplies for the British royal family. They developed waterproof and wrinkle-resistant fabrics in 1879, and produced The first trench coat, which has been popular in the world since then. The most famous is that in the movie "Casablanca", Bogart and Ingrid Bergman both wore this trench coat..."

Qing Huan listened carefully, but didn't stop, quickly capturing every expression of Qing Jin: either when she lowered her head in contemplation, or when her eyes sparkled in public.But while patting Qing Huan, she stopped the camera.

Qing Jin was also taken aback, "What's wrong? Why don't you continue filming?"

Qing Huan put down the camera and shook her head in confusion, "Something is wrong...Qing Jin, I suddenly feel that this is not the feeling I want to shoot now—shooting BURBERRY windbreaker, it shouldn't be like this!"

Qing Jin raised her eyebrows, "What did you think of?"

Qing Huan's cheeks flushed, "Qing Jin, if this sample is damaged or soiled by us, do we have to pay for the original price?"

Qing Jin slightly tilted her head, "It's okay, you can shoot! I am familiar with the brand manager of BURBERRY, and we are very happy to cooperate with each other. We should be able to get the cost price."

Qing Huan's face fell down, "I still don't want it...it will cost several thousand yuan..."

Qing Jin stared at Qing Huan, "Shh...do whatever you want. If there is a problem, let's find a way to solve it."

Qing Huan felt angry, "Qing Jin, are you really supporting me to go crazy?"

Qing Jin smiled, lowered her head slightly, raised her eyebrows and stared at Qing Huan, "I like watching you, it's crazy..."

Qing Huan's heart felt hot, she put down the camera, pulled the water bottle next to her, walked to the center of light and shadow, and poured water on Qing Jin's head regardless!
Just as Qing Jin was about to ask in surprise, Qing Huan threw the water bottle with a flick of his hand and shouted, "Don't move!" Like a young lioness in full bloom, her hair fluttered as she ran.

Qing Jin couldn't help her heartbeat.Drops of water fell down the hair one by one, moistening his heart.

However, Qing Huan put all her energy into shooting, she pinched the camera and quickly adjusted the angle, clicked the shutter, and her little cheeks flushed with excitement!

The light from the photography lights was very strong, so the bottle of water quickly disappeared, leaving only a little dampness on Qingjin's hair and a few water stains on the windbreaker.

Qing Huan smiled and breathed a sigh of relief, and put down the camera.Before I could explain to Qing Jin why she did this, there was already a crowd of voices outside the studio, and even more authentic London accent English.Qing Huan turned around in panic, A Lang and the director of the magazine were walking in with a middle-aged foreigner in a neat suit.

When everyone walked in and saw Qing Jin's distressed appearance covered in water, they were all stunned.A Lang hurried over and snatched the camera, "Qing Huan, what are you doing!"

Qing Huan was startled, and could only answer mechanically, "I, I'm taking pictures of Qing Jin..."

BURBERRY's brand manager, a small woman from Taiwan also exclaimed in a low voice, "Please, even if you want to take pictures, you shouldn't ruin such a product! This is a sample that was only sent to the Asia Pacific Department by the London headquarters. Each There is only one number...you ruined it like this..."

The little woman worriedly walked up to the foreign man in the suit and whispered, "I'm sorry, Mr. Smith..."

Qing Huan was so worried that she could only raise her head and look at Qing Jin in the middle of the light and shadow.He is the only person she can rely on, but he hasn't had time to express his thoughts to Qing Jin.

In the entire studio, everyone was panicking or thinking of a remedy, but there was one person who kept casting his eyes on Qing Jin in the center of the light and shadow, just like Qing Huan did.Qing Huan also felt it, and followed that gaze—it turned out to be that foreigner, Mr. Smith.

【About 11 o'clock, next update】

(End of this chapter)