Caijia covered his forehead: "...... Tai Sui really endured. ”

He Guaner has no consciousness of being the protagonist at all, and treats himself as a sunrise audience, happily watching the fat photographer Mo Chunshan.

She felt that this picture was really pleasing to hear, and she was quite supportive of the little fat man who was broken-mouthed and not afraid of death, and gave a bad breath to the working people who were oppressed by Mo Chunshan.

Fortunately, Qiang Zai did not cause trouble again, and once again started shooting after popularizing the so-called common sense of "what angle can make the photo more handsome than himself" to Mo Chunshan.

He Guanerbi was much more relaxed than at the beginning, and when he posed according to the command of Qiang Zai, he not only had a beautiful posture and a smile like a flower, but also flashed a little schadenfreude in his eyes, and he became more and more energetic.

Just kidding, although she is not often photographed with strong light art photos like this, she is still very good at taking selfies, and she has comprehended the essence of the so-called 45 degrees as early as ten years ago, so compared to Mo Chunshan, who is paralyzed, she has entered the state faster.

Qiang Zai is professional, seeing that He Guan'er let go, he was very satisfied with her performance, and praised her again and again with a thumbs up, but he still disliked Mo Chunshan's iceberg face that was about to collapse, and demonstrated again and again how to make him smile naturally.

Mo Chunshan never got the point, and he didn't find the feeling when he smiled stiffly, so the photo effect was unsatisfactory.

A group of modeling was taken, in fact, He Wan'er also smiled until his face was sour, but at this time, he watched with great interest as the little fat man trampled on Mo Chunshan's self-esteem again and again, and secretly counted the seconds in his heart and waited for him to break out.

"Alas!" Qiang Zai sighed for the twenty-eighth time, he really couldn't stand the atmosphere of the wedding photos being taken as ghost films, so he simply went into battle to squeeze Mo Chunshan away, approached He Wan'er without hesitation at all, and thought in his mouth, "Xiansen, Mrs. is sweet and beautiful and not a monster, what are you doing so far away? Such a beautiful wife is still in such a good figure, Xiansen can't even smile sincerely." Xiansen didn't laugh anymore, then we single dogs only deserve to cry and ......."

As he spoke, his right hand skillfully put on He Wan'er's waist, wanting to show Mo Chunshan an intimate and stylish posture, but before he finished speaking, Qiang Zai heard a scream, and then his eyes flashed, and he was slapped on the face.

“…… Go down. Qiang Zai was beaten so that his eyes were full of stars, and he insisted on finishing that sentence, and then asked the initiator with a sad face, "What's wrong?"

He Wan'er looked at the hand that hit him just now, and stammered: "Yes, yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." ”

In fact, there is still half of the sentence left unsaid - who told you to touch the waist of the old lady? You must know that Zhu Fan just took her hand back then, and she really almost beat someone into the hospital.

Qiang Zai knew that he had been misunderstood, licked his lips, and couldn't cry or laugh: "Alcoa, have you ever seen a pervert commit a crime in public?"

He said, the afterglow at the end of his eyes glanced at Mo Chunshan half a meter away, and his small eyes were extremely arrogant: "Although I look different and have various hobbies, I don't love aluminum people." So Alcoa, you're going to hit me when I touch Xiansen!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as people came up, they exposed their sexuality to show their innocence, and He Waner was even more embarrassed.

She covered her forehead and hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, that's completely a conditioned reflex, it's not within my control." You know the conditioned reflex, right? It's Pavlov's, the dog laughs when he hears the bell......"

Qiang Zai interrupted her farther and farther topic, twisting his body with great grievances: "This can be regarded as a work injury for me!"

Mo Chunshan listened to the magical conversation between the two people, and looked at the red marks that gradually appeared on Qiang Zai's face, and his eyes were crooked.

This little fat man, who was kind to him just now, he couldn't bear to forget about it if he didn't bother with the little fat man. As a result, this little fat man even dared to move his hands and feet? It seems that his little tigress stretched out her claws and scratched it, and this little fat man knew that it was powerful.

Moreover, He Wan'er is wearing a gloved hand, so the outline between the fingers of the palm print is blurred, not like the traditional palm print, but looks round.

So where it looks like a tiger's claws, it's more appropriate to say that it's like Doraemon's round hands.

The more Mo Chunshan thought about it, the more he couldn't help laughing, so he simply turned his head sideways, his thin lips hooked up for a moment, and the smile disappeared lightly and quickly, but he couldn't escape the professionalism of Qiang Zai who found beauty like a searchlight.

"Eh, eh, very good, very good!" Qiang Zai shouted, and he didn't care about the slap just now with He Wan'er, and there was a wonderful rising tail note in his voice, "That's it, that's it! Xiansen smiled so well! Wait a minute, laugh like this." ”

Since the little fat man had He Guan'er's "round hand" on his face, Mo Chunshan was like a hanger, and he entered the state all of a sudden, and the next shooting went a lot smoother.

The combination of handsome men and beauties is too eye-catching, and the little fat man is also reluctant to shoot, and he doesn't finish work after an hour, and the flower wall, fence, retro sofa, and phone booth are all photographed.

He Guan'er concave again and again in different backgrounds, and then he really smiled with a sour face, and asked unbearably: "Isn't it enough?"

Qiang Zai clenched his fists and looked heroic: "Today I'm here to shoot a beautiful and romantic blockbuster!"

Looking at Mo Chunshan's face, Qiang Zai finally cared about the customer's experience once, and said with a smile: "There is the last group, it will be over soon." ”

It is said that although the little fat man talks about running trains, his professional quality is still very good, and the last scene he designed for Mo Chunshan and He Waner was on the stairs.

Mo Chunshan stood at the corner of the stairs, He Wan'er was two steps higher than him, and the skirt of the fishtail skirt was sprinkled on the stairs, quiet and beautiful. The wall behind the staircase is dotted with artificial white roses.

The most important thing is that He Wan'er and Mo Chunshan met their eyes, and she reached out to pick up a red rose in Mo Chunshan's hand.

The tone of the whole picture is white, and the main theme is the red rose.

This time, Mo Chunshan entered the play very quickly, and he no longer needed the little fat man to jump up and down to guide him to have a natural expression, because he only needed to show his side face in this scene, and he didn't need to have a rich expression.

However, He Wan'er is not used to standing taller than him, and as soon as he bows his head, he wants to make an expression of affection with him, so a photo that is simple to say has been repeated several times, and it is not as good as once.

The little fat man patted the corner of his forehead helplessly: "Alcoa, what's wrong? Why are you so stiff this time?"

Feng Shui took turns, this time she was trained, He Wan'er had a bitter face, and his expression was even more uncontrollable.

After resting for five minutes, He Guan'er once again set up Pose, waited for the staff to help her arrange her skirt, and then took a deep breath and waited for Mo Chunshan to be in place.

Mo Chunshan walked over slowly, stopped where he was standing just now, raised his face, handed over the rose in his hand, and said slowly, "Marry me, okay?"

His voice was soft and warm, like a touch of sunshine in the morning, his eyebrows were distinct and the bridge of his nose was straight, his thin lips were slightly smiling, and his clear face was lined with white.

At that moment, He Wan'er seemed to be bewitched, and he only knew that he reached out to pick up the fiery red rose in his hand, his starry eyes were blurred, and he couldn't hear the continuous applause of the little fat man not far away.

The magnesium lamp was shining, and in a bright white and dazzling light, his facial features were a little blurred, but the quietness and warmth in his pupils were unusually clear.

The moment the camera froze, He Wan'er was in a trance, and from that moment on, her absent-minded state lasted until she changed her clothes and got into the car to go home.

In the car, she was still thinking about everything related to Mo Chunshan over and over again, and the dinner after that tasted like chewing wax, and she didn't remember what was fed to her mouth at all.