Beloved of Bossy President

It took about half an hour to put on a light make-up and put on a black tight leather coat. Ling'er appeared in front of everyone.

Because the theme is mechanical, the setting of the cover characters must also develop in the direction of men.

Look at that even if the dress is cool, but it is not difficult to see that it belongs to the female curvilinear beauty.

All the people in the studio, one by one, were attracted by her. For a while and a half, they couldn't get it back at all.

Being looked at like this by them makes ling'er feel a little embarrassed. Looking at Mo Yang beside him, she asks in a low voice.

"How's it going? Isn't that strange? Why are they all looking at me? "

"It's not surprising. It's beautiful. They're just attracted to you." Mo Yang is the truth.

But because of her words, ling'er made two cheeks blush unconsciously.

"Zheng Dao, let's go." Shang Yemei was the first one to look back. Looking at the photographer beside her, she gently shook her arm.

Director Zheng coughed to cover up his gaffe. Then he picked up the horn and said in a loud voice, "the whole world is ready. The shooting is about to begin."

"Yes." Everyone answered in unison, and they were all busy around the camera station.

"Ling'er, let's go." See Ling son Leng in there, Mo Yang softly remind.

"But I'm a little scared." Ling'er looks at Mo Yang and tells the truth.

"It's OK. Those models used to be just like you at the beginning. They'll be fine slowly." Patted the next work properly son's shoulder, Mo Yang smiles to comfort.

Ling'er pursed her lips, nodded, took a deep breath, and then walked with her to the camera station.

"Push the motorcycle out. We'll use it later." Zheng Dao waved to the male colleague not far away, and ordered.

"Yes." Two people should be a, quickly into a room, probably cart to go.

"Later, I'll let you take photos with motorcycles and some of our machines, and then you pose to set them off as much as possible."

Looking at ling'er who is still making the final preparations on the stage, Zheng Dao seldom smiles and whispers.

"Yes, director Zheng." Ling'er stretched out his hand to follow the clothes on Shun's body and nodded hard.

Since he chose this job, regardless of the treatment of people and things, ling'er also has a serious attitude.

When the motorcycle was pushed out, the first shooting of ling'er was officially announced.

In the past, I always thought that taking photos was a very simple thing, but when I really came into contact with it, ling'er realized the hardships.

Don't mention posing. Even if you smile casually, you have to do it several times.

It took more than an hour for a group of photos to come down.

After taking the first group of photos, ling'er almost had no strength to stand up.

"How's it going? Are you tired? "

Seeing that ling'er returns to the dressing room, she is so tired that she lies on the sofa, even her face is stiff. Shang Yemei can't help caring.

Ling'er looked up at him and nodded for a long time: "I find I can't laugh any more."

Shang Yemei smiles, subconsciously reaches out her hand and pats her little face: "the little girl must not be married."

“…… Does this have anything to do with marriage? " Being asked by her, ling'er has a little bit of this mind.

"When I took wedding photos, I also had this experience. I used to look at other people's wedding photos and always thought they were good-looking. I was looking forward to taking them myself."

"I really didn't know until the day I took wedding photos that I was even more tired than the last day's class."