"I think she's good, I need someone to get along with."

Zhang Pei finally had to agree, "I heard that something went wrong with you, will it affect the advertising process, Yiren, you are now in the rising period of your career, and there is no room for any problems, and our company can't afford to take responsibility." ”

To put it bluntly, I'm afraid that her problems will affect the company.

Wen Yiren hooked her lips and sneered, "Mr. Zhang, rest assured, there will be no problem with my works." ”

Even if there is a problem, it can never be because of her.

When I went to the studio to shoot the next day, I happened to meet Yao Xingyu again.

She is going to shoot the cover of a magazine today, and the photographer is Qin Dahai.

Wen Yiren stood at the door as usual and watched, although Yao Xingyu was a bit annoying, but I had to admit that her professional level was very high, and she could shoot blockbusters in any pose.

"Brother Qin, you can't do it, why are the photos you took today not as good as last time?"

Suddenly, Yao Xingyu's agent and Qin Dahai argued.

"Photography is also about the right time and place, and I can't guarantee that every time I take a photo, every photo will look the same as last time, and besides, I think these photos are very good."

"No, look at this, this obviously looks like Xingyu's face has gained a lot of weight, and this, how does it look like a skeleton, our Xingyu is very thin, but people are just right, it's not so scary."

Looking at Yao Xingyu's agent's sour and mean face, Wen Yiren was glad that he was an artist abandoned by Han Li.

If Han Li was like this, she was afraid that she would not be able to help but drive people away.

"No, I think it's pretty."

"You look at the last photo, and then look at today, I suspect that you didn't take it at all, what, can't you wait to take a picture of the next person?" The agent suddenly turned around and glanced at Wen Yiren, "It's that eighteenth-tier star, isn't it?" No matter how good-looking she looks, she is also a plastic surgery face, our Xingyu is the first female model in China, are you sure you want to offend her? ”

Yao Xingyu was already wearing a coat and watching the play with his hands on his chest.

Qin Dahai was also a little angry.

He is a well-known photographer in China, how many celebrities have worked with him?

"It's recognized that Miss Wen is beautiful, you can't admit it if you don't want to, and besides, I respect Xingyu very much, but your agent is too poor."

"You actually say that I am of poor quality?" Yao Xingyu's agent has always been a powerful man with Yao Xingyu, and without her cultivation, Yao Xingyu would not have become the supermodel he is today.

"Xingyu, I think we need a different photographer."

Yao Xingyu has always listened to the agent's words, and when he heard this, he glanced at Han Dahai, "You arrange." ”

"Hmph, your photography technology will never be able to achieve the previous effect, we have so many stars that photographers want to shoot, not worse than you."

The person in charge of the magazine was also there, and when I saw this, I was a little anxious.

"Xingyu, our magazine will be published tomorrow, and it's too late to change the photographer now, otherwise everyone will be angry, Brother Qin, I'm sorry for you."

Qin Dahai glanced at Yao Xingyu's agent, "Don't think that Xingyu is your person, you can cover the sky with one hand, I am waiting for the moment when you fall." ”

"Heh, as long as the star doesn't fall, I will never fall."

Yao Xingyu cooperated, made up makeup and continued to take pictures.

"Brother Qin, the camera is here."

Qin Dahai was overjoyed, "It's okay now, it's still a habit to use your own things." "Baidu" When he laughed, there was a breeze blowing through Jiezhong Literature, and the latest chapter of "Jiezhong Literature was free to read for the first time.