Good Samaritan Mr Yu

Shi Feng glanced at Yan Caizhu, who was hippy smiling on his shoulders, and finally looked a little happy. He hugged Yan Caizhu's waist and patted the coaxing first-class young master from himself.

"Why are you here"

"Don't want to come and see you." Yan Caizhu gave the perfect answer, finally getting rid of the last lumps in Shi Feng's heart.

"I can just send me a message when I come to see you later. Let's go home after work and talk." Shi Feng's eyes brought a little smile.

"Let's clarify what to say when we go home. I don't want to go down tomorrow morning." Yan Caizhu saw that she had passed the test, and she approached Shi Feng and asked him with a smile.

Shen Yu looked at the scene where pink bubbles and yellow were added in front of him, and the corners of his mouth twitched. The two people really showed their love regardless of occasion. He doesn't even count as a light bulb now, it's just a personal background board. Shen Yu turned his head and found that An Wei, another humanoid background board, had walked out of the room wittily, and immediately planned to follow, but was stopped by Shi Feng, who discovered their movements.

"Wait." Shi Feng gestured with the bag in his hand. "I just went to the temporary office of the stylist and found some problems."

"What?" Shen Yu was a little surprised. On the one hand, he was curious about what the problem was, and on the other hand, he felt that it was strange that Shi Feng's character helped him so much.

"That's my work." Shi Feng explained lightly, and Shen Yu immediately understood. The designer visited the shooting site, but the clothes he designed were damaged. This is definitely a very provocative thing.

"What happened?" Yan Caizhu was a little curious, who didn't know why.

"Someone poured a drink on the clothes I designed for Shen Yu before filming. I still don't know who it is."

"Hey, isn't this stupid? Could it be a small employee who accidentally poured it on and didn't dare to say?" Yan Caizhu speculated that it was nothing to destroy a set of clothes. The magazine was filmed as usual, and Shen Yu could not be fired as a star. .

"I went to the temporary office to take a look. The house is quite big, with two doors and some locker compartments. Generally speaking, it is either a model or a magazine employee. No one is convicted of taking drinks close to clothes. Mistake." Shi Feng shook his head and explained, "I think it's more like deliberate."

"But what is his purpose for doing this to destroy other people's property? The hatred of the rich still simply wants to feel sick and sick Shen Yu" Yan Caizhu felt the slender silver-white ear chain on his left earlobe, puzzled.

"It is said that there are rumors in the industry that I am very uncomfortable." Shi Feng suddenly said something that seemed irrelevant, and Yan Caizhu froze for a while, then chuckled.

"Hey, let me go, who said this, I can see your essence clearly." He raised his forehead and laughed a few times, and immediately made a gesture of forgiveness to Shi Feng, who was faintly showing signs of blackening, and then he said. The meaning goes on, "Whether the clothes worn by different models are placed separately, usually by the model himself"

"This is easy to explain. The clothes put on by the staff were damaged when Shen Yu went to fetch them. It is obvious whether the shooting team is biased towards their own veteran employees or Shen Yu who has not photographed fashion magazines. Plus the broken ones. It's actually the work of a big designer who came to watch, oh my god, even if you can continue to shoot, you will definitely not get a good position."

Shi Feng looked at Yan Caizhu, who was eloquent and eloquent, and nodded in agreement after taking a note in his heart, "Unfortunately he didn't count the time. He should have seen Shen Yu pick up the clothes in person before rushing there. I started it before."

"Who knows." Yan Caizhu shrugged, "This is also a speculation. According to your thoughts, the person must know your identity and temporarily decide to watch things, and find the location of Shen Yu's clothes. Those who meet the conditions It's only the internal staff of this magazine. Hey, Shen Yu, have you offended this magazine?"

Listening to the analysis of the two, Shen Yu's mood was ups and downs like a roller coaster. Seeing Yan Caizhu inquiring about him, he quickly replied, "I don't think it was the first time I met and cooperated today, and there was no conflict."

"So" Yan Caizhu raised his eyebrows, and suddenly became interested, "Is there any damaged clothes in the bag? Go ahead, I will stay and see what's going on."

"Don't worry that the world will not be chaotic." Shi Feng rubbed his eyebrows and reluctantly used the newly learned old saying.

"It's a vent for you to make things clear, just treat it as an apologize to you. If you don't want it, you're still thinking about it." Yan Caizhu smiled and discussed it, quite civilized and stubbornly haunting the shadow.

"" Shi Feng had to hand the bag to Yan Caizhu, and emphasized it unreasonably, "Don't be foolish, Shen Yu can't be better than you or me. It really made me complain about Zhong Simo with the magazine. Confess."

"Tsk, I'm silly and sweet." Yan Caizhu smiled helplessly and sighed when he heard the half-truth. "Don't worry, you think I'm just relying on family money for all these years in Beijing. I'm still waiting. With that fellow Zhong Simo obediently treat me to thank you dinner."

Shen Yu, who was listening to their conversation, was inexplicably moved when he heard Zhong Simo's name. Zhong Simo obviously introduced him and his feelings to his good friends very seriously. The more seriously the two people in front of him cared about Shen Yu's attitude, the more Shen Yu felt like a block in his heart. Unknown emotions surge in the body, strange but not uncomfortable. Zhong Simo’s love and solemnity once again exceeded his imagination, and Shen Yu felt that he seemed to be unable to hold it anymore.

"Well, doesn't Shen Yu still have to put on makeup? Go to work." Yan Caizhu enthusiastically gave the order to leave. As soon as he said this, Shen Yu remembered the business, and because of the news that Shi Feng had brought, he was delayed for a while, so he had to put away other thoughts and hurried to the dressing room after bidding farewell.

At the same time, in another studio in the building, fashion has been officially shooting for a while. Bai Zhuzhen resisted his temper, as the photographer and stylist continued to stab him, and finally rushed through the single-person styling shot before he couldn't help but explode. He left the light board and everyone's gaze, and walked over to take a sip of the imported blueberry juice that he brought with him. The familiar and favorite taste slightly eased his irritability.

"How's it going?" Bai Zhuzhen used his peripheral vision to observe that there was no one around, and asked the little assistant who was handing the juice seemingly casually.

"Uh-huh."

"What do you mean?" Bai Zhuzhen was a little displeased. After looking around again, he lowered his voice and asked quickly, "Let you avoid the surveillance and grab the clothes in front of him when you see Shen Yu taking clothes. Ok"

"Done, it's done." The little assistant greeted Bai Zhu Zhen's gaze, which seemed to be cannibalistic, and said only innocently.

With a guilty conscience, she didn't dare to wait until she saw Shen Yu go out to take the clothes, so she sneaked in from the back door to avoid people and found the clothes, but she trembles until she can't hold the scissors. Half a bottle of juice was poured in. The clothes are broken anyway. It should be okay a few minutes earlier. Under the torment of Bai Zhuzhen's seemingly cannibalistic gaze, the assistant pursed his lips and covered some of the details. She didn't dare to see Bai Zhuzhen angry. Look like.

"Confirm that the clothes are broken, no one sees you"

"OK." The little assistant nodded repeatedly.

"That's good." Bai Zhuzhen smiled in satisfaction, and immediately felt refreshed. The next shooting will probably go a lot smoother. He looked at the stylist who loves to pick faults in the distance and suddenly became less bored. .