Wen Renxue's family of three is waiting in the dressing room, after all, different themes need different makeup, and they can only start applying makeup after meeting the photographer and determining the final theme.

However, as the minutes ticked by, it was already 8:20, and the photographer still did not appear.

The photographer's assistant bowed ninety degrees and kept apologizing.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please be patient, Duc will be here soon."

Knowing that the other party was just a little assistant, Wen Renxue's tone was gentle and did not embarrass him.

"You go to urge again, after all, it's a live broadcast, and it's not good to delay the progress of other guests later."

The assistant wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Okay, okay, I'll rush again."

The little assistant breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave the dressing room when Feng Yan suddenly stopped him.

"Wait a minute, what's your name?"

The little assistant was stunned for a moment, and his heart jumped.

It's over, is this going to cut him?

Duc is a famous gold medal photographer, and the guests don't want to lose their temper with Duc, so are you going to throw fire on him?

Duc has an arrogant temperament, he has been an assistant with Duc for two years, and he has been scolded for Duc for countless times, he has long been used to it.

But, but that's all in private.

In front of the live camera, this is the first time......

With a bitter smile on his face, the assistant said his name, ready to lose face.

"I—My name is Zheng Yonghao."

Unexpectedly, Feng Yan just nodded, and did not make it as difficult as he imagined.

"Okay."

The little assistant was a little confused, laughed twice, and hurriedly went out.

Wen Renxue was also puzzled, tilted his head to look over, and saw Feng Yan take out his mobile phone, his fingers moving slightly, not knowing what he was doing.

Curiosity surged up, and she couldn't help but turn around, her eyes attracted by Feng Yan Yubai's fingers.

Feng Yan's fingers paused, looking at her.

"Do you want to see it?"

Peeking at the captured bag, Wen Renxue hurriedly sat up straight, blinking quickly.

"No, no, I don't want to see it at all!"

A smile overflowed from the corner of Feng Yan's mouth, and he leaned closer to Wen Renxue's side.

Then he handed her the bright phone in front of her.

"Really, don't you look?"

Wen Renxue pulled back her gaze that couldn't help but drift over, and her eyes were firm as if she wanted to join the party.

"Don't look!"

What's the saying?

No woman can walk out of her husband's phone with a smile.

She wouldn't be curious about what password Feng Yan's phone had!

[Hahaha laughed to death, obviously curiosity was written on his face, why are you still hard-mouthed? ] 】

[Wen Renxue, was she infected by Feng Youyou? ] This tsundere looks really like a child, worthy of being a mother and daughter. 】

[Happy to kill me, Feng Yan is deliberately teasing her, right? ] The phone was almost in her face. 】

[Feng Yan: I know you want to see it. Wen Renxue: Ah, don't listen, don't listen, don't listen! 】

Feng Yan nodded and made a gesture of regret.

"Well, I'm glad you're curious about me, but unfortunately you really don't want to see it."

Wen Renxue clenched her fists.

Damn, it's been taken care of.

Is it too late to change the tune?

didn't wait for Wen Renxue to come up with a result, and the little assistant went and returned.

When I came back this time, I was still the little assistant alone, but the expression on my face was even more ugly.

A declining face of a migrant worker who is "hard to make money X is hard to eat".

Although the little assistant didn't speak, he could already guess the answer from the way he wanted to speak and stopped.

Wen Renxue and his entourage waited for half an hour, and now they don't even see a single hair from the photographer.

Feng Yan snorted coldly.

This Duc is really a big shelf.

Although Feng Yan has always looked as warm as jade in front of the camera, this cold voice inexplicably makes people feel full of oppression.

The already nervous little assistant almost weakened his knees and knelt down directly!

[Wow, what the hell is this Duc doing? This is a live broadcast, and he is hanging the guests and the audience so grandly, doesn't he want to do it? 】

[The royal photographer of A magazine is bigger than many celebrities in the circle, and he is indeed talented. 】

[Can you play a big name if you are talented? He dared to do this in front of the live camera, wouldn't it be even more excessive behind his back? 】

[Why can this kind of person be praised? Co-authored the world on what he will photo? Without him, the earth wouldn't be spinning, would it? 】

The little assistant had a dry throat and was about to speak hard, when he suddenly heard Feng Yan ask him.

"Can you shoot?"

"What? Me, me? ”

The little assistant was obviously stunned, his face full of incredulity.

Wen Renxue also blinked, and looked at Feng Yan with inquiring eyes.

Feng Yan handed her the phone.

"Do you like this style?"

Wen Renxue tilted her head to look over, and her eyes flashed with amazement.

"It's good-looking, is this what you photographed? Yonghao? ”

The little assistant looked up in surprise, at first he was surprised that Wen Renxue remembered his name all of a sudden, and then because he saw the very familiar picture on his mobile phone.

It was a set of concept art that he ran out with AI, borrowing from the Madonna style in classical religion, with a sun-wheel headdress on his head, ornate and heavy black and gold clothing, and sparkling gemstone embellishments.

Such a gorgeous and beautiful style, few people can hold it down, which is one of the reasons why the little assistant has not been able to complete this set of drawings.

But if the other party is a sniffer......

The little assistant's gaze shifted from the mobile phone to Wen Renxue's face, as if he had been hit when he met the other party's gentle and compassionate eyes.

Maybe, maybe Wen Renxue is the right person......

Besides, he has been "studying" and "doing chores" under Duc for two years, and what he has been waiting for is not just an opportunity?

The little assistant looked at Feng Yan again, and the man's steady momentum gave him the last confidence.

The assistant nodded firmly, but his tone was still a little trembling.

"If it's too late for Duc's side, I can ......"

Feng Yan knocked on the table with his hand.

"You don't need him anymore, you come."

Wen Renxue held her mobile phone and admired the set of pictures again.

"It's really good-looking, it's this costume ......"

The little assistant was busy.

"You can put on your makeup first, give me an hour, and I can get the costume done!"

Wen Renxue raised her eyebrows and smiled brightly.

"Okay, let's get started! Go for it! ”

The little assistant felt unprecedented confidence, and after measuring the dimensions of Wenrenxue, he went to prepare excitedly.

[, why don't you just change the photographer? ] Anyway, this is an assistant, even if it's a little level, it's far from Duc, right? 】

[Isn't it too hasty? This is an A-issue! 】

[Then what do you say?] The photographer hasn't come until now, I suspect it's not just the photographer's problem, maybe the A magazine is just snubbing us Xuexue, otherwise why would no one have solved this problem until now? 】

[Anyway, I'm really looking forward to it!] Maybe the assistant will surprise us! 】

Next door to the dressing room, Duc, who is only separated by a wall, is still leisurely drinking tea and listening to music.

It wasn't until nearly ten o'clock that he got up and prepared to go next door to see the snow.

However, when he swaggered open the door of the dressing room, he found that-

No, what about people?

Where have they gone?

Today is short, but tomorrow is long~

(Hey, I'm talking about updates, no one wants to be crooked, right?) ）

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