Uneasiness is the most intrusive.

In this state, it is easy for people to make wrong decisions and choices, and it is easier to doubt whether what they are doing is the right thing.

The same is true for Shen Fanyin.

After she came out of "Muse" magazine, her whole person was in a state of extreme anxiety.

If this matter was only about her future and future, then she would probably not be so nervous.

She lowered her eyes lightly and walked quickly into the car.

"Go to ......"

Before Shen Fanyin could say a word, he fell into a familiar embrace.

"Don't be afraid."

Jing Zeheng hugged her and gently patted her back as if she were a kitten.

Shen Fanyin's stiff back gradually softened.

She relaxed, leaned lightly into Jing Zeheng's arms, and closed her eyes.

"Don't be afraid." Jing Zeheng patted her on the back, lowered his head and landed a light kiss on her forehead, "Fanyin, I've heard everything, you've done a good job."

His voice was low and gentle, and he didn't say anything else, just the words she needed most at the moment.

No, it's not just that, that's what he thinks, and it's not fake.

Shen Fanyin bit her lower lip lightly and looked up at him: "If I hadn't made this dress for Song Wen in the first place, wouldn't it be ......?"

Will it not affect her?

Jing Zeheng rubbed her head and handed her a document in front of her.

"Wu Ye just did the analysis after hearing about it, you can see for yourself."

He said.

Cao Guan drove the car very steadily, and it did not affect the reading.

Shen Fanyin quickly finished reading the contents of the document, and his hands began to tremble.

The things told in the document are very simple - Xingrui's momentum this year is too strong, but Pingle is weak.

Pingle's artists have been stealing the limelight by Xingrui's artists in several events one after another, which not only affects their traffic, but also makes it difficult for the company to sign new talents.

Especially after Xingrui quit the self-made talent show......

Pingle was anxious to do something to put pressure on Xingrui, and Song Wen became the first shot in their counterattack.

may not only be because of the right time and place, but also because they have a more accurate grasp of Song Wen's black material.

No one knows how wronged you are better than the person who has wronged you.

Pingle knew very well that Song Wen's matter was almost unwashable.

Shen Fanyin put down the folder and asked softly, "Does Mr. Su know?"

"Yes." Jing Ze Hengfu hugged her into his arms again, grabbed her chin and let her look at herself, "So Fanyin, don't think it's your fault, you haven't done anything wrong, and even said that even if Chen Li didn't plan to be your enemy, she wouldn't let Xingrui go."

Pingle is one of Chen's most gold-absorbing subsidiaries, how could Chen Li let it go?

Shen Fanyin pursed her lips and said, "Angry."

"I know." Jing Zeheng gently stroked her hair, "Why don't you let someone beat her?"

High-end business wars are often so unpretentious.

Shen Fanyin: "You don't have to."

If beating Chen Li could solve the problem, she would have rolled her arms a long time ago.

Shen Fanyin leaned into Jing Zeheng's arms and closed his eyes to think about the problem.

Jing Zeheng didn't say anything more, and quietly used her as a pillow and accompanied her.

He was also thinking, thinking about how to make Shen Fanyin's mood better.

By the time the car drove into the underground parking lot of Shengjing, Shen Fanyin had already fallen asleep in Jing Zeheng's arms.

She was nervous and tired all day.

Only in his arms can she unload all her defenses, sleep soundly and peacefully, and she is not afraid of the sky falling.

Jing Zeheng didn't move, signaling Cao Guan to leave, and he continued to use her as a pillow.

Even if it was for her to have half a day of leisure, it would be good.

-

The next day, Muse Magazine.

grandchild

When Qing accompanied Song Wen to arrive, the studio was ready.

Shen Fanyin was waiting for them in the studio, and there was a Su Mu by his side.

"Miss Shen, Miss Su." Song Wen smiled and greeted obediently, "Thank you for your hard work, thank you."

She is extraordinarily peaceful, without makeup, and there is a lack of delicate edge between her eyebrows and eyes.

Shen Fanyin smiled at her: "It's okay, I originally had something to come, so I'll accompany you by the way."

Su Mu smiled: "I'm not by the way, I like your play, I'm chasing stars on duty, hahaha."

Song Wen was still smiling, and the curvature of that smile was the same as every time she was shown in front of the camera.

The mask of a smile has been worn for a long time, and it is difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

After saying a few polite words, Song Wen went to put on makeup. She lowered her eyes, cooperated well-behaved, and didn't even say a word.

Sun Qing sat on the side, accompanied, holding a bottle of coffee in his hand, taking a sip from time to time.

The powder room was a little depressingly quiet.

Shen Fanyin reached out and tapped Su Mu's leg and motioned for her to speak.

Su Mu didn't respond, still looking at his phone.

Shen Fanyin looked at her suspiciously.

Originally, they said that Su Mu was responsible for enlivening the atmosphere.

Her sudden dumb fire made Shen Fanyin very embarrassed.

Before Shen Fanyin could remind her again, Su Mu looked up at her.

Su Mu's eyes were filled with depression and irritability, and there was a faint hint of despair.

Shen Fanyin directly reached out and took her mobile phone.

"The queen of the red carpet accompanies you. Sleep for resources! Shame on the whole world!"

The account that originally posted only relayed the recent turmoil about Song Wen on the social platform on the Internet.

Then it led to all kinds of inquiries and answers, and the events of a few years ago were broken into pieces and laid out one by one.

None of the media participated, and all of them were private accounts that broke the news.

Shen Fanyin glanced at it roughly, then looked up at Sun Qing.

Sun Qing felt Shen Fanyin's eyes almost instantly, and also looked up at her.

In order to avoid psychological pressure on Song Wen from bad news, Sun Qing's mobile phone has long been muted, she has already agreed with Jian Bai that if there is something to be handled, she is only responsible for accompanying Song Wen.

Shen Fanyin tapped her phone lightly and looked at Sun Qing without speaking.

Sun Qing immediately understood what Shen Fanyin meant, she quietly withdrew her gaze, looked at Song Wen and said, "Wenwen, you put on makeup first, and I'll go to the toilet."

"Okay."

Song Wen kept her eyes down, not seeing her interaction with Shen Fanyin.

Sun Qing stood up and walked quickly out of the dressing room.

Shen Fanyin returned the phone to Su Mu, got up and sat down in Sun Qing's seat, and said to Song Wen, "Miss Song, if there's nothing to do, let me tell you about the shooting requirements this time?"

"Okay." Song Wen raised her eyes to look at her, her black and white eyes were full of seriousness.

Song Wen was very cooperative, listened carefully to Shen Fanyin's request, and even gave a few suggestions or inquiries from her own understanding;

She cooperated with the makeup to do the styling, even if the frequency of being pulled to the hair was slightly higher, she didn't say a word.

The shooting was extremely professional, and all the smiles were completed perfectly according to the requirements.

Su Mu looked at it and couldn't help but say to Sun Qing, "Sister Sun, Song Wen is really amazing, if you want to change it, it's me ......."

Thinking of the scolding on the Internet, she couldn't help but shake her head slightly.

She would definitely not have been able to do so indifferently.

Sun Qing tugged at the corners of his mouth and didn't say anything.

「…… yes, you put your hand on that crystal, yes, yes, yes, good, keep it up......

The photographer was ignited with creative enthusiasm, one after another, and he didn't pay attention to it when it was overtime.

The assistant on the side wanted to remind, but was stopped by Sun Qing.

She said, "It's okay, let him take a few more shots."

Maybe this time, just

It was Song Wen's last job.

It's okay to take a little longer.