Play Nice

Chapter 59: 059
"Mr. Jing." Qiao Shuang got out of another car, "Yuexi is already in the clubhouse. If you're not busy, would you like to meet her?"

At this moment, Jing Zhao's cell phone rang.

He looked at the call first: "Sorry, I'll take a call."

Qiao Shuang temporarily put aside the topic and waited aside.

Jing Zhao answered the phone, what was said over there.

He responded with a word: "Yeah."

What was said over there.

This time, after a long time, he said, "Let's shoot."

He frowned slightly, as if he had something on his mind, which should be related to taking pictures, and Qiao Shuang didn't ask much.

He asked Qiao Shuang, "What time does the dinner start at night?" He hung up the phone.

Qiao Shuang said: "Six o'clock."

"I'm going to be late."

It's better not to be too late, but Qiao Shuang can't open that mouth.Jing Zhao has strength and representative works, and has won many awards in the photography category. He is very influential in the fields of fashion and film and television.He is not someone who can attract everyone. It is not that he is a big name, but that he is alone. Whether it is in the fashion circle, the photography circle, or the entertainment circle, there are very few people who can attract him.

"Then Yuexi's side," Qiao Shuang thought for a while and asked, "Would you like to meet her first?"

He didn't lift his eyelashes, his mind seemed to be absent, and he refused quickly: "Nothing to see." He glanced at the time on his phone, "I still have something to do, you can do it yourself."

After speaking, he got into the car directly and drove away in the direction of the main road.

Assistant He Jiang heard the sound, but he didn't see anyone from Jing Zhao, but only saw the rear of the car with the license plate ending in 1112.

It was Jing Zhao's car.

He Jiang also saw Qiao Shuang at the door. He had been in Jing Zhao's studio for several years and knew Qiao Shuang, because Jing Zhao had only photographed Ming Yuexi, a female artist, and he was responsible for some post-production work of the photos.

"Is Teacher Jing back?"

Joe Shuang said yes.

He Jiang stood on the side of the road and looked around: "Why did you just leave?"

Jing Zhao was in a hurry, and Qiao Shuang knew where he was going, so he guessed: "There may be an urgent matter."

At about four o'clock, Ms. Lu sent a WeChat message to Shang Lingling.

The old king next door has become a grandfather, and I am still walking the cat: [Leader, come over for soup at night]

Shang Lingling: [I am not in Huacheng, so I may not be able to go back at night]

The old king next door has become a grandfather, and I am still walking the cat: [Where are you? 】

Business Leader: [Imperial Capital]

The old king next door has become a grandfather, and I am still walking the cat: [Why did I go to the imperial capital]

Shang Lingling: [Who else has come to the imperial capital? 】

The old king next door has become a grandfather, and I am still walking the cat: [Zhaobao, he is also in the imperial capital]

The old king next door has become a grandfather, and I am still walking the cat: [Said he has a job]

Shang Lingling: [It's ape dung] GIF
Ms. Lu returned an emoji package saved from Shang Lingling: [Dead ghost mua] GIF
Business Collar: [Comparing Heart] GIF
About 2 minutes passed.

Ms. Lu poked Shang Lingling again: [Lingling, send me the emoji that pressed the duck in the water]

Business Lingling: [Send you to make Juewei] GIF
The old king next door has become a grandfather and I'm still walking the cat: [Don't say it, I love you] GIF
Shang Lingling put down the phone.

Zhou Zhi came over and asked Xiaoqin, the makeup artist, "Is the makeup done?"

Xiaoqin is a little girl in her early twenties, with small dimples, her eyes will be narrowed when she smiles: "It's already melted."

Zhou Zhi walked to the mirror, looked at the business collar collar in the mirror with his chin up, and nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, the foundation is very good."

Zhou Zhi is a very handsome woman. She shaved the shortest head, wore the most beautiful makeup, and had a bewitching rose tattooed on the back of her neck. She was free, easy and hearty.

Zhou Zhi never mentioned Jing Zhao once from the time the business leader brought her into her studio. She should have no special relationship with Jing Zhao, at least on the surface.

Shang Lingling is very friendly to women who are not coveted by Jingzhao: "Thank you."

Zhou Zhi's impression of Shang Lingling is just one word: good.

It turns out that Jingda photographers are good at this.

"The makeup is OK." Zhou Zhi snapped his fingers, "Xiaoqin, take Miss Shang to the dressing room."

Xiaoqin packed her vanity case and led the businessman out.

Shang Lingling walked out of the door and stopped again. She turned back to the dressing room and asked embarrassedly, "Is it okay not to shoot naked?"

In the beginning, her original intention was not to really want to take pictures of private rooms, but to "seduce" Jing Zhao.This is Fang Goutou's trick. Fang Goutou said that men are visual animals and can't handle beauty strategies.

Fang dog head nonsense.

Fang Dogtou is a visual animal himself.

"Of course you can." Zhou Zhi is very professional, "but the style of the props and the room has been set, and your makeup has also been set. If you don't change these, it is recommended not to wear too much, otherwise it may not be coordinated."

The business collar collar is very suitable for the dark and pure desire style. The first time Zhou Zhi saw her, the inspiration came up.

The business leader said, "Okay."

Xiaoqin led the business collar to the dressing room.

Zhou Zhi followed him to the dressing room to take a look, then went up to the second floor and entered the equipment room.

A black umbrella was placed by the door of the room.

"She brought a shirt. It's a man's." Zhou Zhi came to see the fun. "It wouldn't be yours, would it?"

The shirt didn't look like new. Zhou Zhi was very familiar with that brand. The style of the shirt was from seven or eight years ago.

Jing Zhao didn't answer, he was studying a camera on the shelf.

Zhou Zhi couldn't ask a word, and Zhou Zhi felt that he was extremely boring: "As for it? Your mouth is so strict." She was really curious, "Tell me the truth, is it a girlfriend?"

Jing Zhao lowered his head, never showing his emotions at all: "No." He was changing the lens for that camera, "Your camera is not suitable for wide-angle lenses."

If it's not a girlfriend -

Zhou Zhi said meaningfully: "Are you unrequited love?"

Jing Zhao raised his head, those eyes were like deep wells that could not see the bottom in a late autumn night, cold, deep and mysterious, you would not see ripples and undulations if you cast anything into it.

"Not yet?"

The mouth is so tight.

Zhou Zhi put away his curiosity, picked out a camera, and went out to work.

She walked to the door, turned around and asked, "Are you really going to take a look?"

Jing Zhao lowered his head and continued to study the camera.

No fun!Zhou Zhi is gone.

I don't know what's going on, but the mounts of the lens and the camera body are just not right, no matter what.

Jing Zhao put down the camera in his hand and walked out of the equipment room.

The room where the photo was taken was also on the second floor, the door was closed, and there were sounds coming from the room from time to time.

For nearly an hour and a half, the business leader took the photo inside, and Jing Zhao stood guard outside, neither showing his face nor leaving.

The shadow in the corridor stayed silent, not leaving an inch.

Shang Lingling and Zhou Zhi made an appointment on an ad hoc basis, and it was too late to notify Jing Zhao in advance.

It was 23:[-] when Jing Zhao received Zhou Zhi's call.

"The girl who took the photo of the private house contacted me. She came to the imperial capital to buy things. I just had time in the afternoon, so I made an appointment between four and six, but she might arrive a little earlier."

Jing recalled: "Well."

Although Zhou Zhi had cooperated with him, he didn't understand him, and no one understood him: "What are you doing? Would you like to shoot her? If you don't, I will find a reason to push it."

Jing Zhao was silent for a long time: "Let's shoot."

Before hanging up the phone, Zhou Zhi also heard a sentence, Jing Zhao said to others: "What time does the dinner start in the evening?"

47 minutes later, Jing Zhao appeared at the door of Zhou Zhi's studio, before Shang Lingling arrived.

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　　I really want to have a Jing Zhao.

　　Today is also a day of wishful thinking.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)