"Pepe... Come here..."

Shao Qing grabbed Zhou Peipei, who wanted to leave her seat, and her mouth began to mud: "Xiao Meow, heads-up is definitely not an opponent, Sister Qing will definitely face you in a while, and Peipei and I are responsible for stopping the security guards and letting Lao Zhang take you to run away first." ”

"Puff~"

Su Jin laughed, she pushed Gao Yuan, who also raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and Zhang Yameng on the opposite side also calmed Miao Miao in a few words, and the atmosphere in the VIP lounge gradually eased.

……

Classic wall-to-wall

……

"What's the situation outside, angry with Lao Zhang and Xiao Meow, Gao Yuan is hating the house and Wu..."What heinous things did I" do?"

It was pitch black in the studio, and Yan Qing was eavesdropping with his ears pricked up throughout the whole process, and his thoughts kept rising and falling with the movement outside.

"There is always a faint feeling that Gao Yuan's buzzing attitude towards me will become more cold when she is there, like a refrigeration and air conditioner, so to speak... Her dodge during the morning recording may have something to do with it... Weng Xiaoge seems to be deliberately indifferent to me..."

Yan Qing only felt that he was in the center of the darkness, and he continued to let his thoughts wander.

"Su Jin and Gao Yuan, they must still know a lot of details, how can I keep this information out of my face? Especially Gao Yuan's attitude towards me is still so bad..."

Thinking about it, Yan Qing's gaze, hidden in the pitch black environment, wandered unscrupulously somewhere not far from him.

"I don't know when the filming will be finished, Hum There will be classes tomorrow morning, oh, how did I accidentally memorize her class schedule."

The old face flushed, Yan Qing thought about how to get rid of the predicament in front of him, and after he and Weng Huaijing entered the studio, they couldn't find the feeling that Gao Yuan wanted to shoot.

"In this state of buzzing, how do you compose the picture to take the cover photo that Vogue wants, intimate and alienated, who came up with the theme!"

Regarding the fact that he couldn't take the cover photo that the photographer wanted, Yan Qing didn't feel that he had a problem at all, he was simply worried about affecting Weng Huaijing's work tomorrow.

"Feel good!"

Yan Qing felt so good about himself in the dark, he could smell the soothing scent of rosemary in the air, and he could also listen to every move outside the door with pointed ears to gather information; The mind is also very clear.

In fact, except for the moment when he first arrived at Xi'er Studio, when he first came into contact with Su Jin and Gao Yuan, Yan Qing was a little flustered in his heart in the face of a sudden large amount of unknown information, most of the time he maintained a calm mental state.

Yan Qing has enough confidence in his performance, and he didn't make any mistakes when facing Su Jin and Gao Yuan.

After entering the studio, Yan Qing did not become anxious because of the continuous high temperature brought by the lights, but he became more and more calm, and collected a lot of information inside and outside the words.

…

"Su Jin, Gao Yuan and "I" are still buzzing, the four of them are old acquaintances, and they understand the relationship between themselves and Weng Huaijing."

…

"Hum and they worked together at Vogue headquarters in New York, and they are still close to each other."

…

"During the breakup period, some of the actions of "me" made Su Jin and Gao Yuan ashamed, and they stood firmly on Weng Huaijing's side."

…

"Dead skin? There used to be a shameless quality about me, and this buzz was also mentioned."

…

"These two characters in the Chinese fashion circle are also highly suspicious of the two owners in their mobile phone address book: Su Mengmeng and Plateau Cannon."

…

"It's just that after five or six years, Gao Yuan is still the same cannon, and Su Jin has cleaned up her cuteness, and she has become the deputy editor-in-chief of the top magazine in the fashion circle."

……

Yan Qing, who still pricked up his ears, found that after Shao Qing's few words and muddy speeches, the VIP lounge separated by a wall outside the door seemed to have entered a long period of silence.

The various lights in the studio have finally cooled down completely, and the coolness gradually rises in the dark.

"There's no way to rely on Shaoqing, if she weren't there, Miao Miao, this girl would definitely be happier with Gao Yuan..."

The studio under his absolute sense of sound was eerily quiet, and even the sound of a snort turned away from him could be heard clearly.

After thinking about it before, Yan Qing had some ideas about how to shoot the cover photo that "Vogue" wanted, and he hesitated, and his steps seemed to hesitate.

"Why don't you take the opportunity to chat with Buzz, will she mind being heard by the next door and refuse to communicate?"

Yan Qing's mind was silently close to Weng Huaijing's side.

"No, I have to be as quiet as possible, it's not like I can't control my feet, I have to solve the problem and get home from work early."

"Huh!"

Yan Qing blinked, he still couldn't see in the shed, but he had an inexplicable feeling that Weng Huaijing straightened his back even straighter.

He lowered his voice and continued to move towards her: "Weng... Little grid, I've come up with a nice composition..."

"Bang!"

Suddenly there was a loud bang!

Yan Qing strayed into a group of closed soft light boxes, and after kicking down a lot of light boxes, his whole body lost his balance and irreversibly fell to Weng Huaijing's side.

"The plot in the soap opera, I'm not mentally prepared, I'm not Hentai."

Yan Qing could feel that he was getting closer and closer to Weng Huai's good-looking side face, and he completely pursed his thin lips and wrapped them tightly into his mouth, like a funny mouthless person.

「……」

Yan Qing suddenly felt his body pause and stopped the pouring trend.

"It's good that there's no warm touch on my face, but... Why do I find it hard to breathe?"

"Bang!"

The door of the studio seemed to be kicked open again, and the ceiling light in the studio was turned on.

Adapting to the dark environment, the light was particularly dazzling, and Yan Qing opened his eyes after several difficulties.

He slipped one foot into the torn soft light box, his body leaning halfway through the air.

"It's close... It's beautiful..."

Weng Huaijing was holding his hands tightly against his neck and chest, and Yan Qing looked at her like this.

The two seemed to freeze in this close line of sight.

Yan Qing broke free of Weng Huaijing's somewhat disdainful eyes, and focused his gaze on her pretty face:

Her sharp eyebrows were raised wantonly, with some anger;

Her long, thick eyelashes fluttered and looked nervous;

The corners of her eyes spread out an intoxicating peach, as if she was shy.

Her delicate nose was adorned with a few drops of crystal sweat, as if panicked.

Zhu's lips buzzed, and Weng Huaijing whispered with the strength of crushing his silver teeth: "Germination again? Don't even think about it for the rest of your life! Huh~"

Weng Huaijing seemed to have just noticed Yan Qing's lips that were still tightly pursed, and shame spread from the corners of her eyes in an instant.

Looking away from Weng Huai's thrilling beauty collarbone, Yan Qing opened his mouth to try to explain something, his thin lips had just moved, and then two voices rushed to his ears:

"Shut up!"

This was Gao Yuan's reprimand for thinking that Yan Qing was trying to forcibly kiss Weng Huaijing.

"Weng Huaijing, let it go!"

This is Miao Miao's sad song when she thought that Weng Huaijing couldn't suppress her instinct and wanted to commit violence again, realizing that she couldn't protect her.

After a while, weak and shy, Weng Huaijing pushed Yan Qing away in time before a group of people came around, and turned into a gyroscope again, and she quietly turned her back.

Sitting on the ground, Yan Qing had no desire to move for a long time, the dizziness caused by the sudden lack of oxygen in his body, and the amount of information contained in Weng Huaijing's words made him feel exhausted.

After taking a few greedy breaths of air and coughing a few more dry breaths, Yan Qing reached out and picked up the soft light box on his right foot, and spoke with difficulty under the watchful eyes of a group of people:

"Things... It's not what you think... I just thought about how to frame the cover photo, and I was ready to go up and communicate with her, and it turned out to... Accidentally stepped on this... Almost fell, buzz... Father... Hum just helped me..."

Yan Qing gradually eased up, squeezing out the expression of joy that thought of the golden idea, he raised his head and said, "By the way, Su Jin, Gao Yuan, hurry!" You two hurry up and find a yellow taxi, let's drive the car to the East Third Ring Road, and I'll tell you how to shoot this cover. ”

Doubting the letter, almost everyone turned their eyes to Weng Huaijing, who slowly turned back.

Letting go of the biting red lips, and after the shame on her face almost dissipated, Weng Huaijing slowly raised her head, she slowly glanced at Yan Qing, and said softly in a nasal voice: "Hmm." ”

Weng Huaijing endorsed Yan Qing's behavior, and the array of soft light boxes scattered on the ground, coupled with the broken light box he was carrying, barely passed the test.

………

On the East Third Ring Road, Hujia Building, and a viaduct

………

On the seventeenth day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, the imperial capital finally waited for the full moon.

"Call it a day!"

With a happy face, Gao Yuan waved her hand in a chic manner.

"Yuan'er, this is definitely the best photo you have taken in your life."

Su Jin came to Gao Yuan, and reluctantly glanced at the external monitoring screen of the digital SLR.

", my mother will still grow up for the rest of her life."

Gao Yuan did not deny that this was her best photo so far.

Five meters away from Gao Yuan, Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing were obviously in a state of emptiness, and they both looked up at the belated full moon hanging in the night sky of the imperial capital at the moment.

"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight!"

"Tonight は月が绮丽ですね!"

Slightly different, Weng Huaijing was just secretly feeling nostalgic, while Yan Qing read out the original sentence of Fusang in a low voice word for word.