Murong Moqing drove Hao Tianming to the studio, and the photos he wanted to take now were bikini photos. Murong Moqing had already contacted people. This studio is called No. 1 Studio, and it is also famous in Yaotai City. Of course, there are a lot of people who come here to take pictures today.

But Murong Moqing is not like this, there are already a lot of people in the studio. After Murong Moqing entered the studio, a middle-aged man in his thirty-fifth year old had already walked out. There is a camera around his neck, and the brand of Laika shows that it was bought by very wealthy people.

"Miss Murong, you're here. Said the photographer with the camera around his neck.

Murong Moqing nodded, "Where do you think we're going to shoot?"

"In Yaotai City, the most beautiful place should be Yaotai. The photographer said that the photographer was the chief photographer in Studio 1, although he was in his thirties, but the experience of photography was already quite rich, and it was rumored that Hollywood directors hired him to work in Hollywood with high salaries, but he politely refused.

"Yaotai, take pictures and go over there...... Okay?" Murong Moqing said, this time it was not a life photo, but a bikini photo, in order to find the defects on some girls more quickly on the premise of wearing so little. For example, something has a birthmark on the body, the hair on the legs is too long, or something.

"Don't worry, the registration for the modeling contest is complete. And it only takes three days to mail photos, so the studios in Yaotai City are full now. There won't be many people in Yaotai, especially now, it's still noon. The photographer said.

"That'...... All right. Murong Moqing said.

In fact, Murong Moqing is afraid, although she is a dignified Miss Murong, but in that beautiful place, she will still be a little embarrassed to be watched by everyone in a bikini. But since other photographers have said so, and they found him by themselves, it is not okay not to go.

So Murong Moqing's car had another photographer, and the car was still driven by Murong Moqing. Murong Moqing looked at the leisurely expression on Hao Tianming's face who was looking at the scenery outside the window in the co-pilot, and he was angry in his heart, it seems that it is time for Hao Tianming to learn to drive, and it is not a joke to drive his bodyguard.

It's eleven o'clock, and Yaotai has the least number of people at this time. Today's weather is clear, and the water in Yao Pond is sparkling and shining in the sun's rays. The photographer walked around the edge of the Yao Pond and stopped when he reached a place, and this is where the photo needs to be taken.

Hao Tianming is also following all the way, isn't it just to take a photo, is it so difficult?

Murong Moqing looked around, there were indeed few people. Then he was about to take off his coat, but after seeing Hao Tianming, who looked like a thief, he was angry in his heart, "What do you see, get back in the car!"

"I'm going to keep you safe, you see there's no one here, what if something happens to you, I'll explain it. Hao Tianming saw Murong Moqing's move to take off his clothes just now, and he didn't want to leave.

"You ......" Murong Mo was speechless for a while.

"Who is rare about you, isn't it just taking pictures, who hasn't taken pictures. Hao Tianming turned his body and said.

"Okay! I'm unlucky to bring you here today!" Then Murong Moqing went back to the car and began to undress in the car.

A minute later, Murong Moqing came out, wearing a green bra on his upper body, with elaborate patterns on it, and hollow lace on the edges. The whole thing is a hoop bra.

The lower body is also green pants, I don't know if it's a coincidence, but when I came to Yao Chi, the green on Murong Moqing's body and the woods around Yao Chi reflected each other.

The photographer's eyes lit up, and the camera in his hand was already placed in front of him as if it were a conditioned reflex. Hao Tianming was stunned when he saw that Murong Moqing came out wearing so little. I didn't expect Murong Moqing's figure to be maintained so well.

It is a straight and slender jade leg, a flat lower abdomen, and what makes Hao Tianming sink deep is the furrow with a chest circumference of thirty-six......

What does it feel, how is it hot? Hao Tianming felt strange why his nose had a hot feeling. After Murong Moqing came out, he saw Hao Tianming's pair of thief eyes always staring at him, and now he even had two nosebleeds, and he didn't know whether he was angry or funny. The expression on his face was also indescribable.

The photographer, who was good at capturing pictures, immediately clicked the shutter after seeing Murong Moqing's expression. The first photo has already been born.

"Look! I still have a nosebleed, I still look! Close your eyes and turn around!" Murong Moqing said to Hao Tianming.

"I've been eating well, sleeping well, and my blood is vigorous, so I can't bleed a little more. Besides, why can he see but I can't. Hao Tianming's gaze did not leave Murong Moqing's body as he spoke. Hao Tianming is doubting himself, is it because he has been infected with Ma Yi and Guo Huairen for a long time, or is he like this?

"Hey, he's a photographer, if you can take a good picture, I'll let you see it!" Murong Moqing said, and then he realized his speech problem and pursed his lips.

But Murong Moqing didn't know that the somewhat touching appearance when he pursed his lips was still photographed by the photographer. He really deserves to be the chief photographer in Studio 1.

"Okay, that's it!" the photographer said to himself in his heart, if you shoot naturally, if you shoot hypocritically, it is all contrived!

Murong Moqing and Hao Tianming quarreled and seemed to be addicted to quarrelling, and they forgot the existence of the photographer. Then the photographer seized the opportunity and began to wander around. The camera adjusted the focus at once, and took pictures of Murong Moqing's back, side, front, and some close-ups.

Ten minutes later, Hao Tianming's face already had two bright red five-finger prints. Toilet paper stuffed in the nostrils. He turned his body in frustration.

"We can get started. Murong Moqing said.

The photographer laughed, "Hahaha, to start? It seems that the quarrel you just had was really focused, and it was over." ”

"Ahh

The photographer waved his hand, "The best photos are taken in a very natural situation." I was done taking pictures when you had a fight, but don't worry, they're all good pictures. ”