Young Master, Don't Bother Me

"To put it bluntly, I'm tired of going around in circles."

Duan Qingyan raised her eyebrow: "because the shooting site is provided by Duan. Unfortunately, I am Duan Zhenghao's only daughter."

The only two fields are bited heavily by Qingyan. Luo Xiaojing pauses by clicking the mouse hand and turns to her without emotion: "this is a well-known thing. You don't need to emphasize it with me."

She didn't care?

"Luo Xiaojing, you know what I mean."

Luo Xiaojing didn't understand, but Duan Qingyan's words made her understand, but Duan Qingyan noticed Duan Zhenghao's abnormality recently.

"It's disappointing for you, Duan sculptor. You've been doing this all the time. The only good thing."

"Luo Xiaojing, I don't believe you've never coveted the only one."

"Believe it or not, it's not as important to me as you think."

"You

How can Luo Xiaojing be so calm? How can you be so calm?

Duan Qingyan's beautiful face was covered with a fierce color, and then he raised a sneer: "if you want to be the only one, you can't be the only one. If you are used to eating bran and swallowing vegetables, it won't be the life of the young lady if you enter a rich family."

Luo Xiaojing snorted disdainfully, moved his seat and distanced himself from Duan Qingyan.

Luo Xiaojing doesn't want to have the same opinion as Duan Qingyan, but Duan Qingyan doesn't understand this truth.

"Luo Xiaojing, you wait. I'll beat you in the sculpture competition. Luo Rou's biography is nothing. You're just lucky."

"Miss Qianjin doesn't talk as much as you do."

Luo Xiaojing's mobile phone rings at this time. She can't stand Duan Qingyan for a long time. She gets up to get her mobile phone. When she is not angry with Luo Xiaojing, Duan Qingyan, who is angry with Luo Xiaojing, grabs her fist and looks at her almost recovered ankle.

Luo Xiaojing, do you think this is the end?

……

On one side, Luo Xiaojing is sweating at the wechat sent by Xin Yi.

"I heard that sculptor Luo was abused by the photographer?"

This tone does not help Xin Yi at all. Luo Xiaojing, who has been hit, returns a crying expression bag: "is assistant Xin preparing to sprinkle salt on the wound?"

"No, save you from fire and water."

Leng Yu's interview is still ten minutes away. Before it's over, it's too late to pass on the shooting experience to Luo Xiaojing.

"How to save it?"

"To overpower the photographer, of course."

Royal ornaments often take fashion blockbusters, and Xinyi has to talk to the scene several times a month. Many photographers are dissatisfied with this kind of one bottle and half bottle sloshing.

At the end of the experience, Hsin Yi's "professional" advice: "you just need to tell yourself that you are the most beautiful. No matter what the photographer asks for, those are floating clouds."

"Well, when I get the good news back to the photographer."

Students are very obedient, the teacher is very satisfied, Xinyi closed the dialog box, continue to brush the circle of friends.

Suddenly, a video pops up.

[Angran sculptor is sneered at and calls the photographer's brother]

when the video is opened, Luo Xiaojing is selected by the photographer in the shooting place. The shooting technique is very particular. The photographer is extremely handsome in every scene, and Luo Xiaojing's state is extremely bad.

"Do you dare to post such a title in the circle of friends?"

Standing in line obviously, the spearhead is directed at Luo Xiaojing. Isn't Xiaobai, a new man with no EQ in this circle?

Xinyi point open a look, almost no surprise fell down, not only is not a new Xiaobai or a senior designer, in the circle also have a little network.

"Forget the grouping." Xinyi responded with deep sympathy and wanted to remind her that her finger on the screen stopped again.

What she dislikes most is this kind of person who likes to gloat and watch good plays, but has no virtue. Moreover, Luo Xiaojing is not so bad when watching videos.

"Can't you be kind?" Xin Yi said to herself while watching, "Luo Xiaojing dares to shoot casually? I'm not afraid of being photographed? "

"That's right. Xiaojing's posture and expression are not bad. The lens is OK."

A male voice inserted, scared Xinyi screamed, cell phone off.

Flurried, she bent down to pick it up. Her slender finger covered her when she was about to cover her cell phone. The cool feeling of her fingertips was strange. Xinyi's hand trembled and unconsciously drew back.

"I'm sorry, assistant Xin. I didn't expect you to be so timid."

Why is the voice so familiar?

Look up, Kevin?

She's really confused. Today's interview also focuses on Kevin, the boss of Royal design department.

"Oh, it's OK." Hang up the business smile, Xinyi has a sense of distance to take over Kevin's cell phone, "the interview is over?"

"Boss ended it with me."

Startled one by one, Xin Yi suddenly turned her head, Leng Yu stood beside her."Boss, the car is waiting downstairs. I can now..."

Xinyi's voice became lighter and lighter as Leng Yu stretched out her hand. She was stunned and heard Kevin say: "boss asked you to hand in your mobile phone. He only saw half of the video just now."

Almost without any hesitation, Xinyi hands on the phone.

The video is played again, but Xin Yi and Kevin are both disappointed. The drama of power beloved wife is not staged, and Leng Yu doesn't even have a redundant expression.

"Not so much."

After summing up in a flat tone, Leng Yu gave the mobile phone back to Xin Yi: "you and Kevin, take a person from the carving team to the factory together. Shen Cong is also there. You can email me in real time about the materials used by Qiuchi according to their statistics."

Isn't it? Leng Yu didn't respond at all? Are you still working?

"Boss, sculptor Luo..."

"What? Do you want to go to the scene? "

Cool tone makes Xinyi bow down, dare not say a word of nonsense, and go to the sculpture team with Kevin.

……

At the scene, Luo Xiaojing and the photographer are still in a stalemate.

"Raise your hand, will it not?"

"What I need is not a flickering look, just look at the camera, just look at the camera."

Luo Xiaojing's single photo stumbling only a few, forced helpless photographer began to take a group photo, but still no progress, the whole site is the roar of the photographer.

The sculptors have been tired for a long time, but the photographers are not satisfied, and they can only drag their tired cooperation.

"A little bit on the left, a little bit, just a little bit."

At the end of the speech, I heard only one voice, but it was full of pain, but it was not from Luo Xiaojing.

"Miss Duan!" The nanny who ran over helped Duan Qingyan fall on the ground, checked her ankles, and glared at Luo Xiaojing angrily, "Luo sculptor, you've had enough. It's not difficult for you to take a few photos. Why do you pretend to be deliberately uncooperative and toss Miss Duan?"