I don't know how long it took, the person next to her patted Ye Xiangnuan's shoulder and woke her up, the car air conditioner is about the same as a decoration, the sun in the morning is bright and brilliant, not as warm as in the morning.

Ye Xiangnuan slept out a thin layer of sweat on her forehead and chin, Ning Gardenia intimately handed over a tissue, she took it and whispered thank you, and wiped it carefully.

I turned on my phone, and at 10:35 a.m., two hours had passed since the time of departure, Bazaa

The journey from Studio V to the base was not very long, and it was the driver who slowed down in order to take care of the artists.

The bright sunshine is not a good thing for girls, in the morning time is pressing, Ye Xiangnuan didn't have time to apply sunscreen, carried a parasol and hurriedly got into the car.

Ning Gardenia squeezed to her side to enjoy the parasol together, the vinyl coating blocked most of the sunlight after the parasol was opened, and Ye Xiangnuan had the illusion that the temperature under the umbrella was a few degrees lower than outside.

Bazaa

Studio V is on the 14th floor of the office building in front of it, and Harper's Bazaar is backed by major luxury brands, and it is also rich enough to buy studios in various places, and it has chartered an entire floor in the heart of the city.

The central air conditioning was very air-conditioned, the parasol was folded and put into the bag, Ning Gardenia and Ye Xiangnuan came to the elevator entrance, there was no one around, Ning Gardenia whispered: "This is my first time coming to Bazaa."

As for V Studio, there have been no fashion resources before, and the best magazine it has ever been in is "Red Show". ”

Ye Xiangnuan also comforted her in a low voice: "Bazaa."

V is inserted in an advertisement, maybe the next time it will be the cover. ”

As soon as the words fell, with a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened, and Ning Gardenia followed Ye Xiangnuan in, and pressed the button engraved with the number 14.

Then the two walked out of the elevator, and they were not the only ones who had shooting tasks on the fourteenth floor, and they saw a thin and tall figure standing in front of the background cloth not far away, and several cameras captured his subtle changes in every moment.

Ye Xiangnuan didn't know much about the popular traffic students in the entertainment industry, so he turned his head and asked, "Who is he?" ”

Ning Gardenia was a little surprised, she hadn't seen anyone who didn't know who was filming: "Chi Yu, a first-line student who became popular last year, a popular fried chicken, idols are born in resources but are terrible, there are big productions of filming, and there are a lot of endorsements in hand." ”

Oh, another resource coffee. She categorized Chi Yu in her mind.

A petite girl came running from not far away, panting and looking a little funny: "Miss Ning, Miss Ye has been waiting for a long time, I am Jiang Tingting, the photographer's assistant, I was just busy with some things and I delayed for a while, come with me to meet the photographer." ”

Baby-faced, baby fat has not faded, I don't know if it's because of the hot weather or the reason for trotting all the way, the face is flushed.

He was wearing close-fitting overalls, and his skin was fair and plump.

The two followed Jiang Tingting through the long corridor, the shooting location is in the innermost part of the fourteenth floor, the decoration of this floor is simple and fresh, several studios are equipped with white cloth and green screens, and the people working are busy and quiet, only the sound of models and photographers communicating and the sound of constantly pressing the shutter.

"Hello, Jiang Wen."

The man walked out of the innermost studio, his tone cold and a little impatient, about twenty-five or six years old.

At the end of the studio, a sea of flowers is arranged, and the picture of white powder intersecting is beautiful and harmonious, and there are flowers scattered on the ground, and a little gold dust.

Ye Xiangnuan noticed that the photographer looked at her a little strangely, revealing a hint of coldness, as if she was looking at something.

Jiang Tingting noticed that the atmosphere was a little cold, and hurriedly smiled and played a round: "Miss Ye and Miss Ning, go in first, the stylist is already waiting." ”

There were a lot of people standing in the studio, adjusting the lights, fiddling with the set, and two people crouching on the ground staring at the monitors.

Seeing them come in, the two stylists hurriedly put down their mobile phones and greeted them, Ye Xiangnuan sat in front of the mirror, and she was made up by a middle-aged lady with exquisite makeup, thick eyebrows and red lips, and thick and raised eyeliner made her look neat and elegant.

"Hello Miss Ye, I'm your stylist today, Tiffa

y。 She greeted with a formulaic smile.

"Hello, it's a pleasure to work with you." Ye Xiangnuan replied lightly, but it would not make people feel rude.

The stylist shook the powder off the brush, sprayed a layer of water on her face, absorbed it and then rubbed on a layer of refreshing moisturizer, and patted the foundation on her face when the water-soaked beauty egg couldn't squeeze out a drop of water.

Ye Xiangnuan closed his eyes and let her fiddle.

About an hour later, as the last strand of hair was permed, the stylist swept away the powder on Ye Xiang's warm face and said, "Miss Ye, it's over." ”

She opened her eyes slowly, and in the mirror she was wearing a gaudy but not kitsch makeup, her red lips were delicate, her eyelids were shiny glitters, her already thick eyebrows were slightly modified to bring hair flu, and her black hair was still soft when she was permed into clouds.

Jiang Tingting handed over the clothes and accessories prepared in advance, a metal chain wrapped chest suspender, a black silk skirt, and a gorgeous waist chain studded with broken diamonds at the waist and crotch, which was refracted trivially in the light.

The camellia logo earrings hung on the earlobes, and the wound that Lu Bangzhi had bitten had just healed, leaving a small scar.

Ye Xiangnuan frowned slightly, and the camellia ...... Camellia again.

"Is the camellia the logo of which brand?" She smiled at Jiang Tingting and asked.

"It's the logo of Camellia, a mysterious designer overseas, each item is only handmade, and it will never be mass-produced in a factory, there are only five works in two years, and each one can be auctioned to seven figures, which is the Tiancai designer in the hearts of girls in our fashion circle." At the mention of Camellia, Jiang Tingting's eyes shone brightly.

His tone changed suddenly, he sighed lightly, and his expression was lonely: "It's a pity that he retired three years ago...... Camellia earrings are his only mass-produced piece in order to give back to the public. ”

Ye Xiangnuan was helpless, and once again played the role of a sister, touched Jiang Tingting's shoulder, and comforted: "Maybe he just went home to inherit hundreds of millions of family properties." ”

It seems that the long black dress in the original owner's suitcase, which she wore on the initial rating and shined, was the work of designer Camellia.

How much obsession is there to be that after being buried in the sea of fire, the corpse is tightly clutching the camellia.

Ning Gardenia walked out of the fitting room, what she got was a black slip dress, the skirt was not long, the buttocks were about ten centimeters down, the thick handle long chain of metal inlaid pearls was embellished on the neck, and the light rose blonde long hair was paired with light orange eye makeup and pumpkin color lip makeup, a small amount of tightness and lightness, and a full sense of atmosphere.

Ye Xiangnuan also walked into the fitting room to change his clothes, the front of the white bandeau was decorated with three-dimensional embroidery of daisies of the same color, his skin was fair, there were large patches of bare on his shoulders, back and waist, and his eyes were rational and resolute, but he would not look vulgar at all, like a god who could not be blasphemed.

Everyone at the scene gasped, such a calm and restrained, yet aggressive beauty, they had only seen it in a few international supermodels.

They whispered and discussed—

"Wow......" someone couldn't help but exclaim, their eyes full of amazement.

"She has the temperament of a supermodel...... I've never seen this feel like this in celebrities. ”

……

Ye Xiangnuan felt that cold and strange gaze again, Jiang Wen was looking at herself, this thought flashed in her mind, she was a little puzzled, but she still had a calm smile.

"Teacher Jiang Wen, what actions do we need to do, what advertising words do we say? Or is it entirely up to us? ”

He withdrew his gaze on Ye Xiangnuan, and there was no trace: "The investor didn't specify anything, but he just needed you to shoot some films that highlight your personal characteristics as publicity." ”

She smiled secretly, what is Lu Wanzhi doing? Do charity?

"Okay, I got it."

"Ye Xiangnuan, you go on the stage first, shoot a single shot first, and then co-shoot at the end."

Ye Xiangnuan nodded, sat sideways on the white chair in front of the background cloth, straightened his thin back, stood on his left foot slightly, and the fox eyes staring at the screen were clear and clear, hitting people's hearts.

Perfect side face, delicate jawline, high nose bridge, charming and distant.

There is Wushan in Padang, and the fairy goddess face.

Jiang Wen's eyes became more and more gloomy, and he shook his head, as if he was picking on something.

"Try to blend in with the flowers and gold dust instead of letting them accommodate you."