The current timeline is the first time Wei Xu has used the original owner's work, and the original owner of that work has not yet taken it, so the original owner didn't react when he saw it just now.

Someone was looking for her a little bit of something just now, so she came to the back to talk for a while, and now the outside should be over there.

Wei Xu won the first place in this competition, but the male protagonist tied for first place with her......

Mingshu said that he has seen people on the market anyway, and he has seen the most strange pseudo-heroines, so this is nothing......

Well! Let's find something to eat first!

"Jojo."

As soon as Mingshu stood up, a boy came in from outside, with a very handsome face, and when he smiled, he was sunny and handsome, and he was very popular, and the key was that he was very tall.

The original owner was one meter six or eight tall, and he was wearing high heels, standing in front of him, he looked a little shorter.

"Why are you hiding here, I've been looking for you for a long time." The boy said, "What did Director Shang tell you just now?" ”

This is Jiang Qiao's friend, Wen Xiaqing.

The two are alumni and have a good relationship, but Wen Xiaqing is a model, and his fame is not small.

As for the director in his mouth, he is the director of a well-known magazine. Because something happened to their company, the special photographer left and asked Jiang Qiao to go to the emergency the day after tomorrow.

Director Jiang Qiao and the monk are in a cooperative relationship, and they should go down after talking about the content of the work.

"Ask me to take a picture the day after tomorrow." Mingshu said: "Is it finished outside?" ”

"Oh." Wen Xiaqing obviously also knew that Jiang Qiao had a cooperative relationship with the monk director, so he considered the language, "Qiao Qiao, do you think that the style of the girl who won the first place today is somewhat similar to yours?" ”

Whatever it is, it forms a personal style, and so does photography.

But it's not easy to form a personal style.

Although Wen Xiaqing is not a photographer, he often follows Jiang Qiao, watches her take pictures, and takes some classes with her when he is fine, and he still knows a little about getting started.

"It's not similar." Mingshu smiled slightly, that was Jiang Qiao's later work.

Each photographer's style will change over time, the photographer's experience, and other factors, so now the comparison can only feel similar.

The works filmed by the pseudo-heroine should be based on the future release time, not the shooting time.

For example, Jiang Qiao's friends and her own works have been filmed for a long time and have not been released.

"Isn't it similar?" Wen Xiaqing was puzzled, "What is that?" I look a little bit like it...... Eh, am I mistaken? ”

Mingshu took his bag and walked outside, "What do you care about so much, do you want to eat?" ”

Nothing is more important than a snack.

Only when you are full can you have the energy to pull hatred points!

When I went out, it was almost scattered outside, and only the winners were still being interviewed.

“…… Thank you for the recognition of the competition, and I believe that I will be able to make better works in the future. ”

When Mingshu passed by Wei Xu, he happened to hear this sentence.

She glanced sideways slightly, and her gaze swept over Wei Xu.

As soon as Wei Xu raised his eyes, he happened to see her, and the two eyes collided in the air.

Mingshu smiled as standard.

Wei Su had guessed a lot now, so seeing Mingshu, she was a little weak-hearted, she quickly looked away, "Thank you, I'm done." ”

"Hey, Jiang Qiao!"

Someone above shouted Jiang Qiao's name.

Mingshu raised his eyebrows and looked over, he was the person in charge of the organizer of this competition.

He beckoned to Mingshu and invited, "Come on, come on, Jiang Qiao, you can also say a few words and encourage them." ”

Mingshu waved his hand, "Don't say it, I'm busy catching up with the dinner." ”

“……”

Wen Xiaqing was a little embarrassed, but he was wearing a mask at this time, and no one could see it.

After leaving the venue, Wen Xia Qingcai said, "Qiaoqiao, isn't it a little bad for you to reject people like this?" ”

"Do they look angry?"

“…… It's okay. "It's just a few words, and it's not a big deal, but there must be discomfort in the bottom of my heart.

Especially the person who won the award, she will feel that she is on the shelf, and there will inevitably be some friction in the future.

"That's a pity."

Wen Xiaqing: What does the regretful tone of "......" mean? Do you still want them to be angry?

Wen Xiaqing felt that Mingshu was weird, but he couldn't say it specifically.

He still has work at night, and someone will pick him up after eating with Mingshu.

The model is better than the star, not the people in that circle, and rarely recognizes it, so Wen Xiaqing usually comes out, and no one will say anything about him.

"Qiao'er doesn't go to see Xia Qing's show?" The driver is Wen Xiaqing's agent, and he is very familiar with the original owner.

"No, no." Mingshu stood on the side of the road and shook his head.

I also need to be familiar with the familiar ...... What is delicious in this world.

How can I have time to watch any show.

The agent joked, Wen Xiaqing asked Mingshu to go back and pay attention to safety, and the two drove away.

According to the memory of the original owner, Mingshu returned to the place where he lived.

The original owner shared a house with someone, but her roommate was not very good, and often brought people back in the middle of the night. The original owner bought something, and the roommate didn't ask a word, just took it.

There is such a roommate, Mingshu doesn't dare to put the snacks he bought outside and bring them all into his room.

Mingshu checked the balance of the original owner in the room and prepared to change houses.

The original owner could live in such a place, but she couldn't.

As a result, Mingshu found that the original owner was so poor that part of the money she earned was transferred to the family, and the rest was used to buy equipment.

The photography industry is very expensive, so the original owner has no extra money at all, and now the balance in the card is enough for her to eat......

The price of being a genius is so painful.

Can you change to a rich second generation who eats and waits for death?

【......】If the host works hard, you are the rich generation.

Mingshu sighed, it seems that he has to work hard to make money.

Otherwise, I will only have to drink the northwest wind in the future.

Mingshu looked around, although there was an unreliable roommate, but the original owner's room was quite large, with a separate bathroom. The back of the bed was enclosed with a crystal curtain.

Outside is a row of shelves and tables with quite a few cameras on the shelves.

The original owner's money is about ...... It's all spent on that.

There is no hope of moving, at least not yet.

Mingshu cleaned up and went straight to bed.

Mingshu was woken up, she touched her phone and looked at the time, nine o'clock in the evening......

Voices came from the living room, rock music mixed with noisy talking.

The soundproofing of this house is good, and she can hear the sound outside when she is sitting in the room at this time, which shows how noisy the sound is.

Mingshu opened the door and went out, the sound was almost deafening, and two men and two women were playing on the sofa.

The living room was messy, with takeaways, plastic bags, snack bags, wine bottles, and cigarette butts all over the floor.

The smell of tobacco and alcohol was mixed in the air, and it was somewhat pungent.

One of the short-haired girls saw Mingshu and said hello, "You're back?" I thought you weren't back. ”

"Your friend?" The boy next to the short-haired girl squeezed his eyebrows, "Let's have fun." ”

"No, my roommate." The short-haired girl glared at the boy dissatisfied, "You don't look at other people's pretty, your eyes won't roll." ”

"Where can I ......?"

Mingshu leaned against the door, smiling, "It's nine o'clock, and it's bedtime." ”