Seeing He Ziqiang shaking his head, Song Xiangran hurriedly flipped through a few more photos and pointed them to He Ziqiang, but He Ziqiang just shook his head.

"It's not as good-looking as you. He Ziqiang propped one hand on the table and one hand on the back of Song Xiangran's chair, looking like he was surrounding Song Xiangran.

Song Xiangran suddenly felt a little breathless, and wanted to escape from He Ziqiang's range.

Seeing Song Xiangran shrink to the side, He Ziqiang sighed secretly in his heart and took back the arm that was behind Song Xiangran.

"I'm joking, this is the result of discussions between the board of directors and your village committee, because it can show the theme of Xiaolin Village's farmhouse, and it will be more intimate. He Ziqiang smiled and waved his hand.

As soon as he said this, Song Xiangran put his mind at ease, nodded, and then continued to read the brochure carefully.

After finally reading it, Song Xiangran nodded again and again and praised: "I think this brochure is very good." "

Who knows, He Ziqiang shook his head and said: "This is the first version, and now we have discussed with the village committee, and we need to take new publicity photos, so I asked you to come out this time, and discuss it by the way." "

Song Xiangran was stunned, looked at He Ziqiang incredulously, and then looked at the brochure in his hand.

"What do you mean?" Song Xiangran asked as he looked at He Ziqiang puzzled.

"Everyone unanimously discussed and came to the conclusion that I hope you and a few villagers will take a set of promotional photos of the farmhouse in Xiaolin Village. He Ziqiang said, took out a few more photos from his bag, and handed them to Song Xiangran.

"You see, these are some promotional photos of other companies' tours, and we can learn from them when the time comes. He Ziqiang pointed to one of the photos and said to Song Xiangran.

Song Xiangran took the photo handed to him by He Ziqiang and looked at it carefully.

In the photo, several people are standing in front of a private house, fetching water, serving vegetables, and two women washing vegetables.

Then after carefully reading the other photos, Song Xiangran nodded and said, "These photos are all very good, let's just find a few villagers to take them together, right?"

He Ziqiang nodded, then put the photos away and put them in his bag, and said: "Not only that, but we also plan to shoot a promotional video, and you will be the heroine at that time." "

Originally, Song Xiangran was not very shocked when he heard that the promotional photos were taken, but this time he heard He Ziqiang say that he wanted to make himself the heroine of the promotional video, and Song Xiangran was indeed shocked.

"Huh, why did you ask me to shoot it?" Song Xiangran looked at He Ziqiang dumbfounded, trying to find a hint of joking on his face, but unfortunately to no avail.

"First of all, it's very expensive to hire an advertising actor, and secondly, you are from Xiaolin Village, you grew up in Xiaolin Village, and you have a deep affection for Xiaolin Village, so it is perfect to shoot this script. He Ziqiang looked at Song Xiangran very seriously and said.

In fact, He Ziqiang silently added in his heart: Besides, you are also very good-looking, no less than those actresses, it is perfect to shoot this promotional video.

Hearing this, Song Xiangran felt that it made sense.

"What do you mean, then I made this video, is it for free?" Song Xiangran pretended to be angry and said to He Ziqiang.

He Ziqiang thought that Song Xiangran minded, and hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Of course not, although He's enterprise is the sponsor of Xiaolin Village, and this video is also shot together with Xiaolin Village, but you, as the heroine of the video, still have an extra salary." "

Seeing He Ziqiang's serious explanation, Song Xiangran laughed out loud.

"I know, I'm not mad at teasing you. Song Xiangran smiled and patted He Ziqiang's shoulder, looked out the window again, and found that it was already dark.

I feel that coming here to eat is a blink of an eye, and it was still bright just now, but it is already dark now.

The weather in Fengshi is getting cooler, and it's getting darker and darker.

"Hey, He Ziqiang, it's not early, can you please send me back?" Song Xiangran said and began to pack his things.

He Ziqiang just wanted to talk for a while, it was still early, but when he turned his head to look out the window, he found that it was already dark.

The deep blue night sky, dotted with a few stars, seems to be embedded in this window, like an oil painting.

"Okay, send you back to school. He Ziqiang also lifted his bag.

"It's Fang Qingming's house, not the school, I have to make up for Qingran tomorrow." Song Xiangran picked up his bag, walked in front of He Ziqiang by himself, and opened the door.

And He Ziqiang was stunned, and then followed behind Song Xiangran and walked out of this box.

Yes, he actually forgot that Song Xiangran was going to Fang Qingming's house.

It's a pity that Song Xiangran, from beginning to end, never found the loss in He Ziqiang's eyes.

Because He Ziqiang is not a resident of the military compound, the doorman is reluctant to let He Ziqiang in.

After all, in the past, the residents of the military compound relied on brushing their faces to enter and leave the community, and the guards were all from the army, and they were very clear about these leaders and their families.

Coupled with the particularity of the military compound, the guards generally do not let people in easily.

"It's okay, I'm familiar with this road, I can walk in by myself. Song Xiangran repeatedly emphasized that he remembered how to go to Fang Qingming's house, but He Ziqiang didn't know what was going on, as if he didn't give up until he reached the Yellow River, and he was willing to stop until he had to send Song Xiangran to the door.

"This road is so dark, you are a girl's family, what if you run into a bad person?" He Ziqiang said with a frown.

Song Xiangran argued with He Ziqiang several times just now, she had walked this road to Fang Qingming's house many times, and it was not too far from the door, so she didn't have to worry about her safety at all.

In the end, even the doorman next to him couldn't stand it, and stepped forward to interrupt: "This gentleman, you must also know where the military compound is, and what is the status of everyone who enters, you must also know that Miss Song will not be in any danger." "

"Besides, there are cameras everywhere in the military compound, the night vision effect is very good, and the street lights are so bright that you won't get lost. Another doorman next to him poked his head out of the window and said.

With the support of the two guards, Song Xiangran smiled at the two of them gratefully, and then nodded at He Ziqiang and said, "It's really not good, it's okay for me to let Brother Qingming come out to pick me up, right?"

Who knows, as soon as Song Xiangran finished saying this, Fang Qingming's familiar and pleasant male voice sounded behind Song Xiangran.

"Xiangran, why did you come back so late?" Fang Qingming put his hands in his pockets, and his military jacket was open and worn on his body.

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