Master's Fascinating And Valiant Wife

When Mo Wan was still stunned, he suddenly heard a "plop -" and the water splashed on the lake.

She was startled and hurried to the past, but she only had time to see the shadow fall into the water in an incomparably beautiful posture.

And that shadow is Pei Yijing.

He didn't even change his clothes. He just jumped down with his glasses on.

Although the sun is shining, the weather has entered autumn after all. The climate is always very cold, not to mention the water.

Zhu Biran jumped into the water, but his cheeks were twisted into a ball because of the cold. There was no sense of beauty.

Pei Yijing swam to the bottom of her body, looking for the brightness and lens.

His cheeks were a little dark with cold. Zhu Biran was in an extremely bad mood. His movements were extremely stiff. He occasionally surfaced to breathe a breath of air, and then continued to sink.

Half an hour later, the staff standing by the lake began to become anxious.

Looking at the condition of Zhu Biran in the water, Mo Wan's eyebrows wrinkled.

As long as she gritted her teeth, endured the cold and put on her most natural look, but at the moment, she became irritable because of the cold. How can the camera catch such a look?

Anyway, no matter how cold it is, it has jumped in. Instead of struggling angrily in the water, it's better to endure the cold and shoot well and get liberated!

"Zhu Biran knew at a glance that she was a big lady. As a star, she couldn't stand the pain."

"Ouch! There are backers behind people. You know, director Zhang, otherwise you think she can receive scripts and advertisements with her acting skills. Hidden rules! Who knows how many times she has been in bed with director Zhang!"

"It's been almost an hour. It hasn't been photographed yet. The water is so cold that it must be freezing to death!"

"You still worry about Zhu Biran! People are not anxious. What are you anxious about? The emperor is not anxious. The eunuch is anxious!"

"What do I care for her? I'm worried about that handsome photographer. If I can't do it well, I'll hurt others!"

"Don't say, after watching so many male stars, I think there are really few male stars who are more handsome than photographers. They are so handsome and gentle, ah ah! No, I want to have cosmetic surgery to soak him!"

"Yes! I want it too! I want it too!"

Two female assistants beside her whispered into Mo's ear, and a smile was aroused on her lips.

If she could, she would also like to talk and daydream as happily and freely as they do!

The sun gradually shifted to the West. Finally, the shooting was over.

As soon as Zhu Biran came up, Mo Wan hurried over with a blanket and put it on her. In the other hand, she took a towel to dry the drops of water on her hair.

"Still a little wink!" glanced Mo Wan, and Zhu Biran sneezed coldly.

Without words, Mo Wan just asked, "would you like some hot water?"

"No! I didn't take photos tonight. After seeing the photos later, you can go home and don't follow me anymore."

"OK," she answered softly.

The photos were quickly sent to the computer. In the clear lake, the brilliant sunshine was projected on Zhu Biran's face through the water. It was bright and crystal clear. Her eyes were looking at the water, and her mouth was still smiling. It was clean and beautiful!

There is also a picture of dusk under the setting sun, with several yellow leaves floating on the water. Zhu Biran's upper body surfaced, with water droplets on his face. He is fiddling with his hair with one hand, which is indescribable casual and lazy.

It's so beautiful and romantic!

Mo Wan's eyes don't fall on the computer for a moment, and his heart is full of magic and admiration!

The eyes of the staff watching were also full of admiration. They could take such a picture of Zhu Biran as stiff as a stone. The photographer was really powerful!

Obviously, Zhu Biran was also very satisfied, with a smile on her lips.

After reading it, she was ready to leave. She had taken two steps forward and suddenly stopped, turned around and said to Mo Wan: "by the way, my fur coat is still in the dressing room. Don't forget to take it away when you leave later. After dry cleaning, bring it to me tomorrow!"

In response, Mo Wan asked the staff aside where the dressing room was. It was getting late and it was time for her to leave.

"Go up the second floor and turn left to the penultimate room." Mo said as he climbed the stairs, afraid he would forget.

There was only her footsteps ringing in the corridor, one after another, crisp and loud.

While looking for the room, Yu Guang inadvertently noticed that a tall black figure was falling and sitting at the French window on the left side of the aisle. His whole body leaned against the window and couldn't see his face.

Mo Wan looked carefully again. He always felt that the figure looked like Mr. photographer.

But why did he sit on the ground? Is it uncomfortable?

With a movement under her feet, she walked over and approached and found that it was indeed a photographer.

With a frown, Mo Wan felt a little strange and called him, "photographer, why are you sitting on the ground, Mr. photographer!"

But Pei Yijing didn't answer. He still kept that action and sat on the ground motionless.

Mo Wan finally felt something was wrong and squatted down. Her hands moved over Pei Yijing's body, but she almost didn't scream at the moment she touched his clothes!

Oh, my God! His clothes are still wet! Even the water is still flowing!

At this time, Pei Yijing's face was also turned around. His handsome and elegant face was pale without a trace of blood color, and the smell between his nose was also hot.

Not surprised, Mo put his hand on his forehead. Suddenly, the temperature like fire made her palms hot.

Needless to say, he definitely has a cold! But in addition, he seems to have some other symptoms, because his hand has been falling on his abdomen, like that place is extremely uncomfortable!

But now the most important thing is to change his wet clothes first, and then the rest!

Get up, don't bite the root, use all your strength to help Pei Yijing walk to the dressing room.

It took a lot of effort before she finally helped Pei Yijing to the room. A layer of fine sweat had appeared on her forehead.

"Mr. photographer, can you change your wet clothes by yourself?" he sat down, took a breath, and gently called Pei Yijing.

Pei Yijing finally raised his head. Junting's eyebrows wrinkled together and his eyes fell on Mo Wan. He opened his mouth lightly and hard: "what?"

"Change your wet clothes first, or your cold will get worse and worse. I'll help you find clean clothes."

Seeing Pei Yijing nodding, she got up and walked to the dressing room next door.