Lin Jia rarely slept lazily, and the crew arrived at eleven o'clock.

She looked very lazy with her hair loose, wearing a loose cotton white shirt and rust-red sports wide-leg trousers, plus a pair of Puma white slippers.

It's just a little bit of collarbone and ten round toes, but it makes people feel very sexy.

If she is a little taller, that kind of sexiness is called frigidity, but she is not tall and has a round face, so she is the kind of cat sex that is a little cute, with the lipstick of the big aunt, in this hot summer, it is a dazzling existence.

Lin Jia walked to the door of the dressing room, saw many people watching around the door, and asked, "Why are you all here?

A small assistant replied: "Ning Zhaoyu is trying on makeup, I heard that there seems to be something wrong with the clothes, and Director Tang is looking inside." ”

Between speaking, everyone made way for her, and Lin Jia also walked in.

"Lin Bian is here?"

"Well, what's wrong?"

Tang Sheng had a bitter expression: "Bai Yuan's costume was made according to Zhuang Hao's size before, Ning Zhaoyu was thinner than Zhuang Hao and taller than him, and now he can't wear it." ”

This is indeed a big problem, the quality of the rented costumes is poor, so Lin Jia paid for it from the beginning, and if he ordered another copy, it would definitely be too late, and he had to ask Lin Jia for money, Tang Sheng was not embarrassed to speak again.

Lin Jia frowned: "What about Ning Zhaoyu?"

"Changing clothes inside. ”

As he was talking, Ning Zhaoyu walked out, he was wearing a moon-white robe, combing his hair, and his delicate face was smiling.

The robe hung over him, not only loose, but also a little shorter.

Ning Zhaoyu's figure is a standard model figure, with a height of 185, flat shoulders and a narrow waist, and long legs.

Zhuang Hao is 177, not too short, but a muscular man.

This is also Lin Jia's satisfaction with Ning Zhaoyu, a man who can play female roles should be delicate and thin.

Tang Sheng was very annoyed: "Lin Bian, what should I do now? Ning Zhaoyu is too high, even if it is too late to order it now, otherwise it is better to rent a few." ”

Ning Zhaoyu blinked innocently on the side, and said in his heart that he was strange to me.

Lin Jia narrowed her eyes and circled Ning Zhaoyu a few times, silently estimating his size in her heart.

Ning Zhaoyu didn't move, she stood there very obediently and let her see enough.

The more Lin Jia looked at it, the more satisfied she became, and said, "Director Tang, you shoot the others first, I'll take Ning Zhaoyu first, and I'll send you back the clothes and people at night." ”

Tang Sheng nodded again and again, obviously trusting Lin Jia very much.

So Ning Zhaoyu changed her clothes, took her assistant, and followed Lin Jia.

As soon as he went out, he put on his mask and asked, "Lin Bian, where are we going?"

"My home. ”

Ning Zhaoyu was startled at first, and then reacted that it should be related to the costume, so he followed her silently.

"Did your assistant come by car?"

He nodded, and the assistant Xiao Zhang was very eye-catching, and immediately said, "Lin Bian, you and Brother Ning are waiting for me here, and I'll go drive." ”

Lin Jia lives in a three-story villa in the second ring road, she bought this suite in full in the second year of entering the circle, designed and decorated it herself, the first floor is an atmospheric Chinese style, mahogany tables and chairs, exquisite and elegant.

It can be seen that he is a person who enjoys life very well.

Lin Jia took Ning Zhaoyu into her studio, her undergraduate major is fashion design and engineering, although the school is not very good, but the professional standard is not bad.

Because of her work, she spends most of her time at home, and occasionally makes clothes and takes pictures in between writing.

Before entering the door, Ning Zhaoyu thought that there should be some books in a screenwriter's studio, but who knew that as soon as he entered, he saw a lot of mannequins wearing various clothes.

Ning Zhaoyu was very curious, this studio was similar to the studio of a fashion designer friend he knew, and he couldn't help but guess, could this be Lin Bian's main profession?

"Sit down first, wait for me. ”

Ning Zhaoyu nodded and sat down on the lazy sofa, the sofa was so soft that he fell into it unexpectedly, looking very much like the Erha emoji on the Internet.

Lin Jia couldn't help laughing and said, "Let's sit on the other one, I filled this sofa with something." ”

However, Ning Zhaoyu didn't want to sit anymore, and followed behind her.

Lin Jia didn't force it, and took him directly to find clothes.

She had worked with the crew of a Republic of China drama before, and she was very interested in those Republic of China costumes, so she made a few sets by herself after returning home.

There are men's caftans, military uniforms, and women's dresses, cheongsam.

Finding the shelf, she took out a smoke-gray gown from it, handed it to Ning Zhaoyu, and said, "You go over there and try it." ”

Ning Zhaoyu took the caftan with both hands, the tentacles were warm and the fabric was excellent, he walked behind the shelf with the clothes in his hands, and he didn't worry about Lin Jia peeking, so he directly began to undress.

Lin Jia turned around and touched her nose, she actually wanted to see it, but the main thing was that she had a thief's heart and no guts.

"Alright. ”

Lin Jia turned around to look, and there was a sense of unexpectedness.

She could see at a glance that Ning Zhaoyu was a natural hanger, with a tall and slender figure, a golden ratio of upper and lower body, although there were muscles, it was not an exaggeration, and a pair of long legs was a lot of pluses.

His three-seven hair has become a little messy, but it has added some fashion sense.

Lin Jia found another hat and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, motioned for him to put them on, and then asked, "Don't you mind letting me take a few photos, right? ”

Ning Zhaoyu had already seen the amazement and appreciation in her eyes, he was a million points confident in his figure and face, and he had just shown embarrassment in front of Lin Jia, and he urgently needed to save his image at this time.

So he nodded reservedly.

Lin Jia found a SLR, asked him to stand in front of the white wall of the studio, turned on the overhead light, and slapped him violently.

"Do you want to try this set again? This set can be used later. ”

After filming the caftan, Lin Jia found another set of military uniforms and a pair of high military boots with a thick old face, and after Bai Yuan married Yun Shu in the play, he entered the core force of the warlord's father-in-law, so there are also military uniforms in the costumes.

Ning Zhaoyu took the equipment and looked at it, everyone likes good-looking clothes, he likes this handmade limited edition even more, and it is for work, so he simply went to change clothes.

When he came out again, Lin Jia couldn't help but cover his face, suppressed the wolf howl that rushed to his mouth, and his heart began to pound.

Ning Zhaoyu noticed her eyes, and couldn't help but look in the mirror, and the person in front of the mirror was abstinent and murderous.

Lin Jia forcibly calmed down, picked up the camera and continued to shoot.

Ning Zhaoyu is worthy of being the darling of the fashion industry, every gesture in front of the camera has a breathtaking charm, her eyes are full of drama, and what is even more rare is that he seems to know the feeling she wants to shoot.

There seems to be an indescribable tacit understanding between the two, a tacit understanding between a model and a photographer.

Lin Jia rarely shoots people, so he doesn't understand, but Ning Zhaoyu knows how rare this tacit understanding is.

All in all, it was a perfect shot.

After the shooting, Ning Zhaoyu said: "Lin Bian, I wear these two sets of clothes very well, as if they are custom-made." ”

Appropriately, he wanted to suspect that she was his fan again.

"You're about the same size as a friend of mine, and I made it to his measurements. ”

"Oh. ”

Ning Zhaoyu couldn't help but pout, such a toned figure is not the same in the world, no wonder he thinks that the waist of that long shirt is a little wide.

If Lin Jianeng heard his complaints, he would definitely tell him: There was probably no men's gowns with a waist during the Republic of China.

Unfortunately, she couldn't hear it, she was looking intently at the photos in the camera, and the more she looked at it, the more satisfied she became, and the more she looked up and saw that face, the more satisfied she was.

"Actually, you are more suitable for the fashion circle, why do you have to go to the entertainment industry? You should know that this circle is not as good as others think. ”

Ning Zhaoyu was a little surprised that she would ask herself this kind of question, but she still replied seriously: "Because I prefer singing and acting, I am trying to do the work I like, and I think this is very good." ”

It sounded like a scene, but from his eyes, Lin Jia saw persistence and seriousness, and he really thought so.

She smiled and encouraged, "Come on, you're good." ”

Ning Zhaoyu nodded solemnly and said, "I will." ”

Lin Jia burst out laughing.

Ning Zhaoyu looked confused: "Lin Bian?"

"Don't call me Lin Bian, just call me by name in private. ”

Ning Zhaoyu nodded and shouted, "Sister Lin." ”

Lin Jia couldn't help but glare at him, and suddenly thought that he was indeed two years older than him, so he said, "You should still be called Lin Bian, Brother Zhaoyu." ”

That glance was full of charm, Ning Zhaoyu was stared at a little, and was called back by Zhaoyu's younger brother.

He suddenly felt that Lin Bian was very cute, so he quickly shook his head and counterattacked: "Okay, Sister Lin Jia." ”

This sound was so soft and soft, Lin Jia couldn't help but touch the goosebumps that suddenly appeared on her arm, lonely men and widows, living in the same room, and the fact that my sister came and went with my brother was really unsightly.

Lin Jia asked for his WeChat, and then waved his hand and asked him to take the clothes back to the crew, and she was going to retouch the pictures at home.

After Ning Zhaoyu left, Lin Jia tied her hair, changed her clothes, and put on black-framed glasses with anti-radiation protection, and instantly changed from a cat cute girl to an authentic housegirl.

In fact, she didn't learn photography, and she mainly relied on post-PS to take photos, but looking at those photos of Ning Zhaoyu, she suddenly felt a little clueless.

He already had a photogenic face, angular, a pair of deep and charming peach blossom eyes, the eye sockets were still a little deep, the bridge of the nose was high, if you didn't look at the lips and then put on the contact lenses, it would be a little bit of a mixed-race little wolf dog.

His lips are very special, thin lips, but not the kind of European and American style thin lips, with the cold arrogance unique to the Chinese.

If he looks at you lightly and doesn't speak, there is a feeling of an ancient nobleman.

If he laughs, he will be a clear and sunny big boy.

Lin Jia didn't know how to describe this complex temperament, she could only say that Ning Zhaoyu was indeed the most breathtaking man she had ever seen.

Perhaps, it should be said boys.

His skin is fair and delicate, which makes her ashamed, plus the lighting is good, there is no need to repair it at all, maybe over-retouching will lead to distortion.

In just an hour, she repaired all the pictures, picked a few of the best ones and sent them to Ning Zhaoyu, and also sent a small expression.

Well, I'm not bad, right?