Beloved of Bossy President

"The photographer always makes you smile. I really couldn't smile at that time. I had to fake it. Now I think it's incredible."

"However, after those wedding photos come out, you will find that all the tiredness is worth it."

Ling'er nodded: "sister Mei, don't worry. Maybe you just didn't get used to it."

With a heavy breath, ling'er stands up again and looks at Mo Yang, who has been quietly watching and listening to their conversation.

"Mo Yang, I have to work hard again. You can help me make up." Ling'er's face has been restored to smile, but that smile is really sweet.

"That's what I should do." Back to her smile, Mo Yang said with a smile: "you sit for a while, I'll find you the next group of photos of clothing."

"I'll go out first, and you'll come out when you're ready. If you finish shooting earlier, you can get off work earlier."

"Well."

It's not until Shang Yemei leaves that ling'er steps back to the dressing table and sits down.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I still feel a little strange.

When she used to wear such clothes, now she always looks strange and a little uncomfortable.

"Ling'er, the clothes are ready. Come in and I'll change them for you."

"Good..."

Just now, director Zheng said that he would give her half an hour to rest. However, in order to get everyone off work earlier, ling'er changed her clothes and went out to continue shooting.

From ten minutes to ten o'clock, with the sound of the elevator door, a tall figure came out slowly.

Several colleagues nearest to the elevator were surprised to see long Chuhan suddenly appear.

He tried to call him, but he stopped him.

"Don't disturb their shooting." Long Chuhan said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Mr. long." Several people responded in a low voice at the same time.

Looking at the serious girl on the stage, the color of long Chuhan's eyes became deeper and deeper.

"Mr. long, is there anything I can do for you?" After a while, even Shang Yemei, who is not far away from the photographer, noticed the existence of long Chuhan.

"How's it going?" Long Chuhan didn't look at her, his eyes still fell on ling'er.

He asked who, Shang Ye Mei of course clear.

At first, manager Yang said that it was Mr. Long's decision to find ling'er as a model.

I just didn't expect that Mr. long, who never stepped into the 23rd floor in the past, stayed here so long tonight for ling'er.

"It's a good performance, but at the beginning, it was a little hard to let go. Zheng Daogang also praised her for her potential in this aspect."

Along long Chuhan's line of sight, looking at ling'er on the stage, Shang Yemei's eyes are also filled with gratification.

"What time does it leave?"

“…… Half past ten. "

If I hadn't known long Chuhan for several years, I would have been a little familiar with his temperament.

Shang Yemei has enough reason to believe that it will be very difficult to talk with him.

Mingming was just asking about ling'er's shooting. Suddenly, he asked what time he would get off work.

Mr. Long's brain circuit is definitely not up to the average person.

Long Chuhan doesn't speak. He takes another look at ling'er, turns around and walks back to the elevator.

If you don't pay attention to the person, I'm afraid even if he once appeared, you won't find it.

"Great! So far today, let's clean up and get ready for work. "

At 10:20, after taking the last picture, director Zheng gives ling'er a thumbs up, picks up the loudspeaker and says in a loud voice.

Hearing the word "off work", the people in the studio were as excited as if they were frying a pot.