Wilderness Live: Others survive, I have cats on fire

The two stood by the window thinking about their own things, and the conversation stopped after a while.

When Jiang Zhihan heard that Xu Qinian said that he wanted to pursue Song Qingyou, he felt bored for no reason, and wanted to pounce on this cousin and scratch his paws.

When the two of them had different thoughts, Song Qingyou had already started filming.

"Style" was already a vane in the field of fashion magazines when Xu Qinian's mother took over.

Because the cover has always been a top artist or an international supermodel, the route taken is exquisite and high-end, and the second is to be "beautiful" enough.

In the era of the rise of the Internet, "Style" was a step behind in publishing electronic journals. In recent years, it has been difficult to leave other magazines far behind.

So at this time, Xu Qinian, a man in his 20s (29) with no experience, parachuted into the editor-in-chief, and he had no confidence in him personally.

There are also some people who are betting privately, guessing how quickly "Style" will go bankrupt.

The photographer thought so too.

Until he started taking pictures of Song Qingyou.

"Okay, stretch out your left hand a little bit, look at the camera, don't be expressionless, look in your eyes, pay attention to your eyes—"

Seeing the person under the camera quickly pose in a pose that satisfies him, and the movements are so skillful, the photographer feels that the person for the inside page photo is the right one.

Not only because Song Qingyou is beautiful enough, but also because of her expressiveness.

The theme for this issue is retro.

The stylist chose a black retro dress for Song Qingyou. Her hair was slightly curled and her makeup was heavy.

Under the lens, her skin is white and her lips are red, her beauty is flamboyant and sharp, like the most red rose in the garden.

Now the appearance of the little white flower is popular in the circle, it looks friendly, it will be more popular with passers-by, and it also meets the aesthetics of most people.

But that kind of appearance, no matter how beautiful it is, can't compare with a dewdrop falling on this gorgeous rose.

Old Zheng shot more and more vigorously, and the sound of the shutter almost never stopped.

But when he stopped to look at the photos in front of him, he couldn't help but frowned again.

Chen Lan couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"

"It's not wrong—"

Before he finished speaking, Xu Qinian and Gu Xingchen came over.

"Why don't you continue filming?"

The photographer showed the pictures to the two.

"The photos are all good, and they look good, but they don't feel special..."

Lao Zheng couldn't tell the specific reason, but he just didn't think it would work.

Xu Qinian is not the kind of person who likes to meddle in the work of his subordinates, so he said:

"If you don't think it's good, then change the shape, or change the pose and shoot again."

There is nothing to say about the posture, Song Qingyou is very professional.

As for the shape -

Lao Zheng fell silent for a while.

Xu Qinian turned around and asked his assistant for a bottle of water, and handed it to Song Qingyou: "Sit down and rest first—"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Zhihan ran up to Song Qingyou and meowed at her twice.

Then he turned his back to her and flicked his tail, looking very aggrieved.

Song Qingyou immediately ignored Xu Qinian, picked up her cat, and greeted her with care.

"Is Zhizhi uncomfortable?"

Xu Qinian froze when he handed the water.

Gu Xingchen answered with a smile, "Thank you."

Just as Xu Qinian was about to say that his bottle of water was not for him, he saw the cat lying on Song Qingyou's arm, baring its teeth at him.

Afterwards, Song Qingyou got farther and farther away from him...

Gu Xingchen patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "It seems that Qingyou's cat hates you."

"Generally speaking, if a pet hates you, the owner of the pet will not like you either!"

Xu Qinian was suspicious: "There is such a saying?"

"How not?"

Gu Xingchen raised his eyebrows, refusing to admit that he was talking nonsense.

At this moment, Lao Zheng suddenly proposed:

"Mr. Gu, would you mind taking some photos with Song Qingyou?"

"You don't need to put the group photo in the magazine, I just want to give it a try."

Xu Qinian looked at Song Qingyou, then at Gu Xingchen, and before they could answer, he clapped his fists:

"I think the photo of the two of you together is good. If it's suitable, it's okay to put it on the cover..."

"I'm fine." Gu Xingchen said, "What about you, Qingyou?"

"I'm fine."

As for work, of course Song Qingyou wouldn't mind.

So, Gu Xingchen went to the stylist again and changed into a vintage British style outfit.

"Okay, both of you stand in front of the camera."

Old Zheng directed the two to make moves.

However, the two didn't have a tacit understanding at all, and they hit each other several times.

Xu Qinian couldn't help laughing, "You guys are so good at taking pictures alone, why do you want to take a group photo, that's it?"

There is usually a distinction between the primary and the secondary in group photos. Song Qingyou and Gu Xingchen don't agree with each other, so it's strange if they can take a photo!
Gu Xingchen was even more joking: "How can the cat pie and the dog pie get along with each other?"

Lao Zheng urged the two of them to try again, "Let go, and get closer."

"Yes——Qingyou unbuttoned the top three buttons of her jacket, and pulled off the collar. Teacher Gu, take off half of your jacket."

He's obviously trying to be sexy.

Gu Xingchen has a good figure. Against the backdrop of Song Qingyou's black dress next to him, the lines are particularly obvious, which is very eye-catching.

Even so, Jiang Zhihan's cat eyes still looked at Song Qingyou without blinking.

"Qingyou's collarbone is very beautiful, and a little shoulder is exposed..."

"Teacher Gu put his hand on Qingyou's collarbone, making a provocative pose..."

Just as Gu Xingchen was about to reach out his hand, the cat, who was sitting obediently on the chair, rushed out in the blink of an eye, trying to jump up and claw away Gu Xingchen's hand.

Song Qingyou quickly caught the cat.

Seeing that Lao Zheng was going to get angry, Gu Xingchen subconsciously retreated and said with a smile:

"Your cat probably thinks I'm plotting against you."

"Such a loyal guardian, he can almost catch up with my dog!"

He was said to look like a dog again, Jiang Zhihan's face froze

——He just felt that the scene where Gu Xingchen was going to touch Song Qingyou was particularly annoying, and before he could think about it, his body took a step ahead...

He raised his eyes to see Song Qingyou's face.

As a cat, he shouldn't have disturbed the other party's work, so he felt a little guilty.

Fortunately, Song Qingyou was not angry, she just patted the cat's head and threatened:
"Next time if you do this again, I'll lock you up at home!"

Being interrupted halfway, Lao Zheng couldn't get angry anymore.

He looked at the cat in Song Qingyou's arms and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"Why don't you let the cat take a few pictures together?"

Jiang Zhihan wanted to run when he heard the words, but he couldn't react faster than Song Qingyou, so he was still held firmly in his arms.

Next, the two and one cat collaborated to take a group of photos.

During the break, Xu Qinian handed Song Qingyou some water and food, but was interrupted by the cat every time, and also received disdainful looks from n cats.

Gu Xingchen gloated at the side.

Xu Qinian felt more and more that if he wanted to chase Song Qingyou, he had to please her cat.

So I asked my assistant to buy more than a dozen kinds of cat food.

Jiang Zhihan despises every one he hears, but Xu Qinian is still persevering, looking very much like the eunuch next to the emperor.

Song Qingyou thought it was funny and secretly recorded a video

——Of course, Xu Qinian's face was not included.

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