He didn't show the embarrassment in front of the camera like ordinary newcomers. With the photographer's words, his casual change of posture is not exaggerated, just the action of raising his hand and looking back, which is very natural for him.

A light flashed in Bai Sien's eyes, and Xiao Han was more direct, holding his cheeks with both hands, almost jumping up and shouting.

Without exception, why did Fan successfully harvest a wild powder.

Bai Sien was not surprised that the women present saw his trance-like gaze, this boy is so good, he is like a natural eater of rice, no matter how many pairs of eyes are stared at, as long as he enters the state, he can express the photographer's own meaning vividly.

This kind of person is the favorite genre of directors and cinematographers.

It is highly malleable and time-saving. You don't have to stress it one by one, just teach him how to do it and how to do it.

Bai Sien entered the entertainment industry at the age of seventeen, and now it has been six years, this is the first time that there is a boy, a boy who is three years younger than her, which makes her feel palpitations.

Looking at the boy in front of the camera, Bai Sien's eyes slowly climbed a touch of inevitable!

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After everything was filmed, it was time for the sun to set.

He Yifan took off his makeup, changed back into his clothes, and followed Lu Lan out of the studio.

The phone prompt sounded, he opened it and glanced at it, and a text message jumped into his eyes.

[Baby, have you finished shooting? Today's Brahman, do you miss me? Well? 】

It's just that there is no temperature in the line, but He Yifan seems to hear someone in his ear with a lazy and soft voice, biting his earlobe and whispering, and the warm breath is sprayed on his ear, which is warm.

Even he didn't notice that when he saw this sentence, the corners of his lips slowly crept into a smile. It was as if the last rays of sunlight on the horizon had fallen into his eyes, small and gentle.

Lu Lan couldn't help but smile secretly when she saw the red blood dripping from his earlobe, and asked quietly, "Mr. Song sent it?" ”

For the title of Mr. Song, why Fan always reacts half a beat slowly. He was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly embarrassedly, "Well, yes." ”

After speaking, he lowered his eyes, and typed on the keyboard with very slow movements, not very skillfully, but he typed a few words again and again, and deleted them with a blushing face.

I really don't understand why this woman always has so many sweet and greasy love words! Sounds like a hot face......

In the end, he hesitated for a moment, but still typed a word and sent it with his eyes closed, and when he heard the message that the tick was successful, his heart rose high again.

Does she feel that her response is too simple?

That word is "think".

was hesitating whether to say something more and send it over, and another text message came in, "I miss you too, Mo Da~"

Hmmm-

This time, the flush that rose from the root of the ear instantly spread to the entire face. He blinked, staring at the latest news on the screen, wanting to laugh, but embarrassed to laugh.

So, when she walked to the door, Lu Lan saw He Yifan, who had always been reserved, showing a silly smile, and she glanced at the screen silently.

Suddenly my heart blossomed, I'll go, are these two people in love? So intimate?!

Of course, Lu Lan is happy to see this, no matter what the relationship between the two is, as long as there is Song Youshu's support, she will be able to rise to prominence.

。 m.