Play Nice

Chapter 60: 060
47 minutes later, Jing Zhao appeared at the door of Zhou Zhi's studio, before Shang Lingling arrived.

Zhou Zhi really didn't expect him to rush over: "Aren't you in Huacheng? Why so fast?"

"Just here." Jing Zhao came in without a word of greeting, "Is she here?"

"not yet."

"Where to shoot?"

Obviously, he came for the little girl.Zhou Zhi smelled it again, a very unusual smell.

Who is Jing Zhao, the appointment is scheduled for next year, how many first-line female artists want to ask him to take pictures, but they can't even see his face, and there are countless people who want to give him a hug and propose a pillow seat, not to mention the people who touch him. , do you see who he made to touch the corner of his shirt?Always maintain a social distance that is out of reach with the opposite sex, which is called self-discipline if you say it well, and "don't touch me, woman" if it is incomprehensible.

There is a lot of talk about Jing Zhao in the photography circle. The most talked about question is: Does Teacher Jing have no desire?Fame, money, women, he doesn't seem to be interested in these.

Zhou Zhi said, "In the No. [-] studio upstairs."

Someone who interested Teacher Jing appeared.

He went upstairs and went directly to Studio No. [-].Zhou Zhi wanted to shoot the retro dark style, and the props for the shooting were all ready, including a blue velvet princess bed, a medieval sofa, glass on the ground, petals, bows and arrows in the window, and a princess crown.

Jing Zhao looked at them one by one. There were also fill lights, tripods, reflectors, and even the lights on the walls. He checked them carefully and the same way.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Zhi was stunned, "Don't you suspect that I have a hidden camera here?"

Jing Zhao was checking the bed curtains: "Just take a look."

This is called casual look?

Just three feet away.

Zhou Zhi was a little hurt: "You can't believe me?"

"No, there are people coming and going in the studio, and anyone can come in."

Zhou Zhi was speechless.

Even a fool could see how much Jing Zhao protected the girl who came to take pictures, for fear that she would suffer a little.She filmed for nearly an hour and a half, and Jing Zhao guarded it for nearly an hour and a half.

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After the conclusion, Shang Lingling went to the dressing room and Zhou Zhi returned to the equipment room.

Jing Zhao was still in the equipment room.

"Have you left yet?"

He asked, "It's all over?"

"Ah."

He got up, went to get an umbrella, and left a sentence before leaving: "Don't tell her I've been here."

Zhou Zhi couldn't understand it.

Jing Zhao was the most self-denying person she had ever met.

It was already winter in the imperial capital, it was getting dark early, and before six o'clock, the sun had set on the mountain, and the sky had turned blue-gray.

Jing Zhao's car was parked far away and had to walk for a while.On the opposite side of the crosswalk stood a tall man, wearing black clothes and black trousers, and wearing a peaked cap. He was a bodyguard with a business collar, Zhao Shouyue.

He saw Jing Zhao, Jing Zhao also saw him, their eyes met, and after a few seconds, they moved away from each other.

It takes half an hour to drive from Zhouzhi's studio to the Tangde Club without traffic jams.

The Tang De Clubhouse is the property of the Chen family in the imperial capital. The eighth floor of the clubhouse only receives VIPs. Today, there is a VIP guest—the president of Vindis Imperial District.

Ming Yuexi watched it several times in ten minutes, and the expression on her face became more and more uneasy. She covered it with a tablecloth and sent WeChat to the agent with her mobile phone.

【Why haven't you come yet? 】

Qiao Shuangren was outside, but it was inconvenient to come in, so he replied: [Mr. Jing said that he will be late. 】

It's already 06:30, and Jing Zhao hasn't come yet.

"Yuexi."

She raised her head: "Yeah."

The one who called her was her boss, Wu Yong of Red Star Media, a mercenary CEO of an entertainment company.

He gave Ming Yuexi a wink: "Why are you standing still, Mr. Tang's glass is empty."

Mr. Tang is in his early fifties, small, slightly fat, well-dressed, and his appearance is unremarkable.

Last week, Mr. Tang met Ming Yuexi at the show, and the next day he found Wu Yong. Wu Yong wanted to eat the fat of the spokesperson of the Vindis Empire District, so today's dinner was facilitated.

Ming Yuexi is just a second-tier artist and an internet celebrity, and doesn't have a lot of say in the circle.

She got up to pour a drink.

Mr. Tang grabbed her wrist.

She was shocked: "Mr. Tang!" She tried to pull her hand away.

Mr. Tang held on to it: "Are you free at night?" The man's finger pads rubbed back and forth on the woman's smooth skin, "The endorsement contract has been drawn up, do you want to take a look together?"

The meaning of the words could not be more obvious.

Ming Yuexi gave birth to a good-looking face. She used the current catchphrase to describe a cat-like face. She was sweet when she smiled, but she was cool without smiling. The company arranged for her to be a cute little sun.

She was dressed up carefully today. The creamy white small fragrance coat and short skirt made her very docile and pleasant.

She pulled out her hands little by little. Because of the light movement, she smiled softly and sweetly, but she didn't make any troubles: "Mr. Tang, you have a lot of time to deal with, so you don't need to talk about such trivial matters in person."

This is what she meant by refusal.

Mr. Tang was not angry, he drank the wine in the glass and looked at Wu Yong.

Blame him for not training people well.

Wu Yong immediately got up and apologized: "I'm sorry, Mr. Tang, Yuexi rarely comes out to socialize, and she doesn't know the rules very well." He turned his head and scolded, "Don't hurry up and make a toast to Mr. Tang."

Ming Yuexi hesitated.

Wu Yong was about to have a seizure when someone knocked on the door. It was Mr. Tang's secretary.

"Mr. Tang." The secretary came in and said, "Mr. Jing is outside."

There is only one person in the circle called Teacher Jing.

Ming Yuexi turned back suddenly.

Mr. Tang also got up, left the private room, and saw Jing Zhao in the aisle: "Why did Teacher Jing come here?"

Jing Zhao has a high status in the field of photography, and people in the fashion circle do not want to offend him.

He stood against the wall with an umbrella in his hand: "Passing by."

Where does Mr. Tang still have the arrogance of Party A's father just now, his attitude is very humble and polite: "If Teacher Jing is not busy, come in for a drink?"

Vindis wanted to cooperate with Jing Zhao, but Mr. Tang made several appointments, but no one came.

"Don't drink anymore." Jing Zhao was too lazy to deal with it, so he went straight to the point, "The contract you sent to my studio last month is still valid, right?"

It was the contract Jing Zhao had rejected last month.

The turnaround came suddenly, and it took Mr. Tang a few seconds to react: "Of course it works."

Jing Zhao said, "I will send it to you after signing it."

"No, no, I will go to your studio in person tomorrow."

He hummed, raised his chin, and pointed to Yuexi: "What about her contract?"

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　　good morning~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)