Fu Yiming put his hand in his trouser pocket, looking at the photo taken by Xia Lin'an after the guidance of the photographer, the woman in the photo had bright eyes and red lips, and her eyes showed love.

Clean and nice.

"Yo, how well did you shoot it?" The director who came to join in the fun looked at the photos taken in surprise and praised: "Not bad, a plastic talent." ”

The photographer who was operating in front of the computer also nodded and said casually: "It's a pity, she's the only one." ”

"If only there was a male model." He didn't realize that Fu Yiming was standing behind him, so he said this.

The director laughed out loud and said to the man next to him, "Mr. Fu, what do you think?" ”

Fu Yiming was silent, his eyes flickered at the woman next to him, and after a long time, his thin lips opened slightly, and he said one word: "Okay." ”

When the photographer operating in front of the computer looked back and saw Fu Yiming say this, he laughed dryly with a numb scalp, "President, I ......"

He wanted to say that it was a joke just now, but the director frowned and asked, "But where can I find a male model at this time?" ”

The director clapped his hands and asked, "Mr. Fu, why don't you go on it?" ”

Fu Yiming wants to have good looks, he wants to have a figure, and more importantly, he and Xia Lin'an will have a different spark!

The director remembered the short piece of film that he had just shot secretly, and he was very excited.

The photographer is petrified in place, this director is a drama master, specializing in things, and this is too bold, dare to say anything.

Let the boss be a male model to shoot commercials?

The idea is simply insane.

Fu Yiming's face was indifferent, without a trace of waves, as if the director's request was expected by him.

The director continued to persuade: "Just sacrifice your hue and take a few photos for your jewelry......"

"It's fine."

Before the director could finish his sentence, the man with a long body interrupted him.

After a few seconds, the director reacted, glared at him, and asked with a look of surprise, "What did you just say?" ”

It was as if he heard Fu Yiming agree.

Yes, that's right, the staff around heard it.

They all looked at the man in the studio in a suit and leather shoes with a tall aura on their faces with disbelief on their faces.

Is the president really going to shoot it himself?

The director was afraid that Fu Yiming would regret it, so he immediately called a stylist, "Take Mr. Fu to change his clothes." ”

Fu Yiming didn't say anything, and lightly followed the stylist to another dressing room.

After Fu Yiming left, the director couldn't help but say: "Great! ”

He pushed the photographer's shoulder and said excitedly, "Let's discuss how to shoot later." ”

The photographer was also very excited, he went to call someone to change the props, and then discussed with the gaffer the requirements for the shooting later.

In Xia Lin'an's dressing room, Xue Mingzhu was waiting for Xia Lin'an to change her clothes and come out, when suddenly a staff member called her out.

Xue Mingzhu didn't know why, when she heard the staff member say that Fu Yiming was going to change his clothes to be a male model, her expression was shocked, and there was a big disbelief written on her face.

However, in the other dressing room, the man standing seemed to be the president of their family.

Fu Yiming looked back at Xue Mingzhu who walked in, and said lightly: "Go find a set of clothes for me." ”

Xue Mingzhu hurriedly said, "Yes, yes." She stepped on high heels and ran into the cloakroom, thinking that fortunately Fu was not short of money, and even the clothes of the male model were ready.

According to Xia Lin'an's next look, Xue Mingzhu went to find a matching shirt and trousers.

After she prepared Fu Yiming, Fu Yiming didn't react much, and walked into the dressing room indifferently to change clothes.

Xue Mingzhu estimated that Xia Lin'an was almost dressed up, and she hurried back to Xia Lin'an's dressing room.

"Mingzhu, are you feeling unwell?" Xia Linan asked puzzled.

After Xue Mingzhu came back, he kept staring at her face, and he didn't move for five minutes.

Xue Mingzhu quickly came back to his senses, "Ah, oh, I'm fine." ”

She replaced Xia Lin'an's earthy eyeshadow, and then applied Xia Lin'an a slightly retro red lipstick.

Xia Lin'an's makeup suddenly became dark, vaguely with a bit of a queen's style.

Then Xue Mingzhu untied Xia Lin'an's long hair, took it in her hand, and skillfully rolled a big wave, and then she put the red jewelry necklace prepared in the brocade box to Xia Lin'an, as well as a ruby ring.

Suddenly, Xia Lin'an's style kept up with the previous set and completely subverted.

If the bride of the white gauze is a smart princess, then the bride in the red dress is a cold queen.

The people in the makeup team have long been immune to Xia Lin'an's appearance, but they are still amazed by Xia Lin'an.

What kind of treasure girl is this?

Every time it will bring a different freshness to others.

After everything was over, Xia Lin'an felt that Xue Mingzhu was a little strange, and always looked at her intentionally or unintentionally.

In the dressing room on the other side, a man changed into a black shirt with an open neckline, and he walked out of the dressing room while tying his cuffs.

The makeup artist on standby in front of the mirror was instantly amazed.

Fu Yiming sat in front of the mirror and saw the makeup artist holding a powder puff and was about to powder his face, he tilted his neck and said indifferently: "No need." ”

The makeup artist let out an "oh" and then cautiously asked, "What about the hair, the hairstyle?" ”

Just before Xue Mingzhu left, she explained what kind of hairstyle she gave Fu Yiming.

Fu Yiming was silent, looked at the mirror, and said after a while: "I'll come by myself." ”

The makeup artist didn't dare to object, she immediately stepped aside, watched Fu Yiming casually mess up the neatly combed hairstyle, and then picked up the styling spray and sprayed it a few times on the fine and messy black hair, which was staggered.

After a little toss, Fu Yiming walked out of the dressing room indifferently.

In the small dressing room, the dressing room was fixed in place, she blushed and her heart was beating, and murmured, "Good, so handsome......"

Xia Lin'an walked out of the dressing room with her skirt, but saw a man walking out of the dressing room next door, she glanced at it casually, and then paused.

Xia Lin'an stood in place, petrified, looked at the man who stopped, and said incredulously: "Fu, Fu, Fu Yiming? You, you, you ......"

The man wears a black shirt and trousers with an open neckline that exposes a delicate collarbone. He had one hand in his trouser pocket, the other naturally hanging down to his side, his eyebrows were handsome, his short hair was messy, and he looked at Xia Lin'an with deep eagle eyes.

Seductive and sexy.

"Oh my God, you, you, how ......"

Xia Lin'an's lips trembled, she seemed to hear her heart beating so hard that she couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.

Xia Lin'an had never seen Fu Yiming wearing a black shirt, but she didn't want to see her this time, she actually blushed and her heart beat, like a little girl seeing a male god, she was fascinated by beauty!