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"What's the busy?" Guan Mufeng stopped.

"I recently had a photo shoot to shoot portraits, but I couldn't find the right model." Qin Muchen stared at Guan Mufeng up and down with a smile, "Brother Mufeng, can you take a few photos for me?" ”

Guan Mufeng has never liked photography, and just as he was about to say no, Qin Muchen was already holding his arm and being coquettish.

"Brother Mu Feng, my homework is going to be handed in tomorrow, you can help me, okay?"

Guan Mufeng quietly pulled out his arm and put it behind him, and was silent for a long time before he reluctantly nodded: "Just a few." ”

Qin Muchen immediately smiled: "Okay, I'll go get the camera!" With that, she trotted upstairs.

After Guan Mufeng watched her back disappear, his eyes searched around and found nothing.

He thought for a moment and walked to the back porch.

As soon as he opened the back door, a cool and refreshing night breeze blew in his face, blowing away the slightly drunk alcohol on his body.

He walked to the porch and turned to see Qiao Yingying in the cradle chair.

At the moment, she was curled up in a ball, sleeping in a chair, one arm hanging outside, a potato chip between her fingers, and a large empty bag on the ground.

He quietly approached, his eyes resting on her quiet sleeping face, and noticed that there were some crumbs of potato chips on the corners of her mouth.

Almost subconsciously, he bent down and stretched out his fingers to wipe off the debris, and a soft and warm touch came from his fingers, making his body stiffen slightly.

"Click-" There was the sound of the camera's shutter behind him, Guan Mufeng took a step back quickly, his face a little cold.

Qin Muchen was looking through the photos he had just taken, not paying attention to his expression.

"That's good, it looks like I've found the right person." Qin Muchen raised his head and smiled at Guan Mufeng and said, "Brother Mufeng, let's take a few photos in the yard first, and then go to the house to take pictures." ”

She saw Qiao Yingying in the chair again, thought she was in the way, and walked over to wake her up.

"Let her sleep." Guan Mufeng suddenly spoke, "We'll shoot over there." ”

With that, he strode to the other end of the hallway.

"Let's get started." He stood under the porch lamp, and his slender figure became more and more conspicuous and straight.

Seeing that he was so cooperative, Qin Muchen ignored Qiao Yingying, holding the camera and clicking and shooting.

In the back corridor, living room, stairs, corridors, and even bedrooms, Qin Muchen all pulled Guan Mufeng to take pictures again, until Guan Mufeng's face was so cold that she didn't dare to shoot anymore, then she stuck out her tongue and put away the camera and went back to the room.

There was still no movement in the living room outside, Guan Mufeng frowned and sat in the study for a while, and then came to the cradle chair again.

At this moment, the temperature was already a little cold, and Qiao Yingying shrank tighter, like a kitten.

Haven't woken up yet?

Guan Mufeng was thinking about how to wake her up, and Qiao Yingying finally woke up leisurely by herself.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a person standing in front of her in a daze, and then heard a cool voice coming from overhead.

"Awake?" Guan Mufeng stood with his hands in his hands, looking at her with lowered eyes.

She suddenly sat up from the chair, tilted her head to look at Guan Mufeng, and stammered, "First... Sir..."

She had just woken up, her cheeks were flushed, her big black eyes were glowing with misty water, and her always neat hair was a little unkempt, and her dazed appearance was very cute.

Guan Mufeng's heart jumped, and he immediately looked away, moved his feet slightly, and said as he walked towards the door: "Go back and wash the dishes." ”

After speaking, he was stunned for a moment, a trace of extreme chagrin flashed in his eyes, pursed his lips, and entered the house without saying a word.

Washing dishes? Sir came to tell me this?

Qiao Yingying couldn't help but stick out her tongue at Guan Mufeng's back, blew the night breeze for a while, and only entered the house when her mind was clear.

She walked over to the table and began to clean up the dishes. Guan Mufeng stood at the top of the stairs, watching her figure in and out, her lips moved, and finally with a cold face, she didn't say anything, and went back to the room.