8 p.m.

The 18th floor of the Suhua Enterprise Building.

In the studio, all the staff members applauded happily.

Although it was three hours later than originally planned, at least all the shooting tasks were completed today.

All of this is thanks to Qin Fei's idea of being in a hurry.

It turned out that when Qin Feiyu saw Ellie using the magazine as a fan to fan the wind, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he thought of using a prop fan to cover half of Ellie's allergic face that could not be put on makeup, and interpreted the connection with the product in another style and posture.

Unexpectedly, after hearing her idea, the photographer agreed very much.

After that, the whole staff immediately threw themselves into the intense and fast-paced work.

Finally, at almost 8 o'clock, they successfully completed all the shooting tasks for the day.

Not only that, Ellie took a series of photos with a black feather fan that half-covered her face, and after retouching, the effect was very eye-catching and shocking.

In the photo, Ellie's black shape and red appearance of cosmetics not only look inconsistent, but also very commensurate, there is a sense of mutual reflection, and there seems to be an inexplicable sense of luxury, which greatly enhances the image and impact of the new product.

I have to say that this time it was a blessing in disguise.

In the dressing room, Ellie, who had finished work, had changed into civilian clothes, and at this time, the left half of her face, which was red and swollen due to allergies, had almost completely subsided.

I saw her walk up to Qin Feiyu, who was packing up her things, and stretched out her hand very sincerely at her.

Qin Feiyu was slightly stunned, then smiled at her, and stretched out his hand to shake her.

"Thank you today!"

"No, that's what I should!"

"I like you very much, add a WeChat and be a friend!"

"Okay!"

The two added WeChat and chatted a few more words, after which Ellie left with her agent.

Meanwhile.

Around the corner outside the dressing room door, a slender figure left angrily.

……

Ten o'clock in the evening, the central hospital.

On a bench in the backyard of the hospital.

Du Yuze, who was patiently waiting for Song Wanwan's arrival, rang his mobile phone.

After glancing at the caller ID, he pressed the call button.

He talked to the other party for a long time, and it wasn't until he saw Song Wanwan walking towards him from a distance that he explained a few words and hung up the phone.

When Song Wanwan was about to approach, he smiled and took the initiative to greet her, took her hand, and the two sat on the bench together.

"Didn't I tell you not to come?" Song Wanwan's tone was a little helpless.

She was on the night shift for the past two days, so the two didn't have much chance to meet, only a little time at night, but she could only move around in the hospital and couldn't go out.

Du Yuze said that he was going to come to her, but she felt that it was too late and was afraid of delaying his rest, so she asked him not to come, but he still came.

"No way, I miss you so much, I can't control my two legs!" Du Yuze touched his heart, acting as if he was suffering from thinking.

"Flim tongue, you know how to make me happy, and I don't know if it's true!" Song Wanwan spit on her lips, looking unbelieving, but in her heart, she actually smiled.

"If I could, I'd love to see you all the time!" Du Yuze's voice suddenly deepened, staring at Song Wanwan intently, his expression was very serious.

Looking into his eyes, Song Wanwan knew that he didn't lie to her.

Giving him a sweet smile in return, Song Wanwan took the initiative to step forward and imprinted a kiss on his cheek......

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