Nanbei quickly came to his senses, retracted his gaze, and just raised his eyes, he met Song Qingran's smiling eyes, she rarely saw him so relaxed, the water rippled in the dark pupils, with an inexplicable ridicule, not frivolous. But Nanbei was a little uncomfortable, but fortunately, she was quite calm, pursed her lips, didn't say a word, and her eyes didn't dodge.

The teacher in the north and south didn't think too much about it at first, he pursed his lips: "Something happened." He frowned, and although he was anxious, he still introduced Song Qingran to the north and south. He was succinct: "This is Mr. Song of the Song Group, the biggest sponsor of this show. "

He looked at Song Qingran again and introduced Nanbei: "Mr. Song, this is Nanbei, my assistant." "

Song Qingran looked at the north and south intently, and the deep meaning in his eyes made it difficult to see.

Nanbei looked calm, and slightly bent the corners of his lips: "Mr. Song." It was as if she had never known Song Qingran before.

Song Qingran didn't respond immediately, and was silent for a long time before he said in a low voice: "Hmm." "

Mr. Nanbei didn't want to poke the model open the skylight in front of the sponsor. He smiled and said, "Mr. Song, you go and sit down first, the show is about to start." "

Song Qingran rolled his eyes and looked at him: "I am a sponsor." I have the right to know that there may be problems with the show, and the quality of the show will directly affect the effectiveness of the advertisement. "

Teacher Nanbei hesitated, and Song Qingran said again: "ISN'T LEE IN TIME? IF YOU DON'T MIND, I CAN TAKE THE STAGE FOR LEE." "

The teacher in the north and south was surprised when he heard this, he opened his pupils slightly, according to his visual inspection, Mr. Song's figure is estimated to be fine, but Mr. Song does not have any experience in the runway. How could it be possible to directly let Mr. Song take the stage instead of LEE?

Nanbei subconsciously twisted his eyebrows, wanting to refuse, the team leader's eyes lit up first, she was specifically responsible for selecting models, her eyes were very vicious, and she suddenly unceremoniously glanced up and down at Song Qingran's figure, and her eyes were faintly shining: "Mr. Song's figure must be okay." "

Song Qingran's face was calm, let a few people look at him, and said, "When I was studying, I worked as a part-time model. "

The teacher from the north and south has been mixed in the circle for many years, and he knows how to use marketing routines and ways to resolve crises, but it is only a short moment. He finalized a new alternative, and before Nanbei said no, he clapped his hands and said, "Then Mr. Song, I'm sorry for you." "

The traces between the north and south eyebrows were a little deeper: "Teacher......"

Teacher Nanbei called Nanbei over, he hurriedly walked out, Nanbei followed him, and when he reached a quieter corner, the teacher stopped, his expression was a little serious: "Bei, this is a big mistake in your work, I don't have time to hold me accountable now, I just need you to promise me." The show is sure to go smoothly, no matter what way you use it, you know the rules of our studio before you even enter the studio. "

Nanbei pursed his lips. Feeling the pressure exerted by the teacher, her brain spun quickly, and said: "Mr. Song is almost equal to stage experience, the original Lee is the finale, Mr. Song can't be the finale now, and turn his identity into a specially invited guest? "

Teacher Nanbei showed a slight smile at this time, and he patted Nanbei on the shoulder: "North, the teacher believes in you." "

Nanbei watched the teacher leave. took a deep breath, suppressed the depression in his chest, adjusted his emotions, and then returned to the backstage, the team leader saw Nanbei and half-ran over, and lowered his voice: "Bei, Mr. Song is in the fitting room, and he took his underwear in." I called him, but he didn't respond, he was noble, and I didn't dare to lift the curtain casually. What to do?"

Nan Nan's chest rose and fell, pursed the corners of his lips, looked at the fitting room, and said to the group leader, "You go to see the situation of the other models first." Confirm the process and the current progress of the model with the show director. "

The team leader cautiously pointed to the fitting room: "That...... I'll leave this one to you?"

"Hmm. Nanbei lowered his eyes.

After the team leader left, Nanbei walked to the door of the fitting room, and before he could speak, the door of the fitting room opened, and a slender and powerful hand stretched out from inside, dragging Nanbei in.

After Nanbei came in, Song Qingran let go of her, Nanbei raised his eyes and saw that he had stripped off his clothes and pants and changed into underwear, her eyes swept over his figure inch by inch, but found that he had several deep scars on his body, I don't know when I got it.

Song Qingran's voice came from above her head: "I've changed it." "

Nanbei said: "Okay, then you come out first, and I'll ask the assistant to help you anoint." "

"No, you don't. "

"Do you wipe it yourself?"

Song Qingran laughed inexplicably: "You help me wipe it." "

North and South refused: "The assistant will help you." "

Song Qingran said: "I only need you." He was very stubborn, Nanbei wanted to leave, she was complicated in her heart, and she didn't want to have any contact with Song Qingran, but he took the initiative to bump into it again, and she still couldn't refuse. To be honest, she was a little angry.

Song Qingran's voice was calm: "Beibei, this is just a job, we don't want to mess up this show." "

Take a deep breath in the north and south. didn't say anything more, she picked up a bottle of oil from the shelf on the side, squatted in front of Song Qingran, poured the oil into her palm, rubbed it hot, she pursed her lips, the tip of her nose was slightly upturned, her expression was focused, and it was smeared on Song Qingran's legs.

Her palms were warm and soft, and the moment he touched his skin, he unconsciously tensed his muscles, which were hard and tight.

Nanbei applied it carefully as if she didn't feel anything, his tight muscles had a layer of attractive luster, she bypassed his sensitive area, Song Qingran said hoarsely: "If you want to apply evenly, you will apply it, right?"

Nanbei ignored him, stood up, and painted his upper body.

Song Qingran said again: "It's not evenly coated." "

The north and south lip lines were a little cold, and he wanted to withdraw his hand, but he held it, and he asked, "Have you helped other models apply it?"

Nanbei smiled: "This is my job." "

"That's a job done. "He hasn't even applied it near his lower abdomen.

When the north and south were re-painted, she accidentally touched the sensitive area, and she sneered when she saw Xiao Song Qingran's slightly undulating movements.

Song Qingran also chuckled: "I'm sorry, he still remembers you, and when you meet him, he gets excited." "

Nanbei had a cold face: "Mr. Song, please respect your wife......"

"Yes, my wife. Song Qingran repeated, looking at the north and south with slightly hot eyes.

Nanbei quickly finished smearing, put down the oil, walked out, and said coldly: "Mr. Song, I confirmed your appearance order with Director Xiu, now I trouble you to find Director Xiu." "