Chapter 179

Talking happily in front of the computer, Sheng Enron's agent suddenly walked over with an apologetic face and interrupted.

"Sorry, everyone. Enron has another announcement in the afternoon, so please hurry up and shoot."

Ye Huanyan hurriedly ordered everyone to go back to you, clapping their hands, and only the lamplighter would turn on the light.

Ling Han stood in place for a while, and the little Dong on his side reminded him,

"President Ling said that President Li had arrived and would come to visit."

Ling Han nodded, "let's go and meet him at the door."

Lai Baoli's Li is always one of Sheng Enron's suitors, and she appreciates her very much. This endorsement can be promoted, and more than half of it is Sheng Enron's credit.

And Mr. Li is also a big customer of entertainment.

From the fact that Ling Han went to meet him at the door in person, we can see his importance.

Under the white curtain, Sheng Enron changed into a pink short skirt with sequins. This is the new spring style of Lai Baoli, which focuses on the girls' market. From bracelets to necklaces, earrings and rings, it is a series, named 'cherry blossom love'.

At the moment, Sheng Enron looked playful, stood on tiptoe with the corner of his skirt, and showed a sweet smile at the camera.

"OK, with..." the photographer raised his thumb.

Sheng Enron looked at it, but he was not satisfied. "The light seems not very good. If it is also lit here, it should be much better. As for the reflector, find someone to add a reflector here."

The people in charge of lighting at the scene are all professional. It's definitely not good to find someone casually. Only Xiao Zhao, who is in charge of the lamp rack, learned lighting.

"It's just you. Come here and help hold the reflector."

The photographer waved, scratched his head and frowned,

"Then you have to find someone to look at the lampstand. There was a foot problem with the lampstand two days ago, so you have to hold it a little."

"Isn't Secretary Ye idle?" Sheng Enron suddenly glanced in the direction of Ye Huanyan.

Photographer Wang was stunned. Looking at ye Huanyan, who was staring at the computer in the distance, he patted his thigh and ran over.

"Secretary ye, can you do me a favor?"

Ye Huanyan was looking at the later stage to help fix the picture. When he heard the speech, he turned around and saw the photographer. He smiled, "what can I do for you? I'm not very good at your photography."

"It's all right. Just have a lamp holder over there to help me watch it. There was something wrong with one leg of the triangle lamp holder two days ago. Someone needs to hold it nearby when using it."

Ye Huanyan looked around. Everyone performed their respective duties. It seemed that she was idle and agreed.

"OK."

The black lamp holder is more than two meters high, one on each side. Only ye Huanyan needs someone to hold it. When it is in place, ye Huanyan studies the lamp holder and says that one leg is broken, but in fact, it is not much bad, that is, it is a little unstable. As long as you don't touch it, it won't fall down.

After the lighting props are in place, the shooting continues.

Because Sheng Enron had to catch a plane in the afternoon, the shooting process had to be accelerated. The photographer was obviously distracted, and he was not as leisurely as he was in the morning.

"Come on, Miss Sheng, this way, look here."

"Here, smile,"

"Well, raise your hand,"

Ye Huanyan held the lamp holder with both hands, and the mobile phone in her pocket suddenly vibrated. She hesitated and didn't answer.

But the cell phone kept ringing.

A familiar name, Su Nianhua, came to her mind.

I made an appointment for lunch today last night. Maybe it's time.

Thinking that the lamp holder would not collapse so easily, he released a hand, reached into his pocket and took out the mobile phone.

But it's a strange number.

"Hello?"

“……”

"Hello... Who is this, please?"

“……”

There has been no sound on the other end of the phone.

At this time, Sheng Enron turned sideways to the SLR taking photos. After hearing the sound behind him, his eyes suddenly showed a chill, and he winked at Xiao Zhao, who was responsible for lighting beside him.

Xiao Zhao looked down at the line under his feet, and with a great effort, the whole studio was shadowy and shaking violently above the curtain.

There was a cry of surprise.

"Hua la..."

The lamp holder more than two meters high staggered and fell from ye Huanyan's hand. She stretched out her hand desperately to hold the lamp holder post, but the collapsing gravity exceeded her temporary strength,

The light rack shook and brought down a row of small light racks. The dazzling white light shook in the air for a few seconds, and then fell straight towards the middle of the curtain,

Sheng Enron stood in the middle of the curtain.

"Ah..." the scream was drowned by the loud noise of the lamp rack falling.

The "zizizi" light tube fell on the ground, and the circuit kept ringing. In a moment, the whole studio was dark.

In addition to the initial exclamation, there are still some voices speaking.

The photographer threw the camera aside, got up, coughed twice, frowned and shouted,

"Cough, is anyone injured? What happened to the circuit?"

The voices of several lighters came out of the darkness, and they reported peace one after another.

And a shrill scream suddenly cut through the studio, "ah..."

Sheng Enron's voice.

The whole studio fell into chaos in an instant.

Led by Sheng Enron's agent, sister Xu, turned on the flashlight lighting of her mobile phone and hurriedly surrounded the staff at sevenoreight sites. After checking it, someone screamed,

"Miss Sheng is injured. Please help."

"My God, my leg is stuck in the lamp rack. Call an ambulance."

Ye Huanyan suddenly recovered, turned on the mobile phone light and ran in the direction of Sheng Enron, struggling to get rid of the crowd,

"Let me see."

Ye Huanyan is the person in charge of the whole project. As soon as she heard her voice, everyone naturally gave way.

At this time, the surroundings were illuminated by the mobile phone light. Half of Sheng Enron's body was stuck under the huge lampshade, and her legs were stuck under the lampshade. She was gurgling and bleeding. Because of the pain, there was no blood on her whole face, and the scream just now had consumed all her strength.

As soon as ye Huanyan approached, she was about to touch her, and her painful facial features were distorted.

"What's going on?" Ling Han's voice suddenly came from the direction of the studio door.

I don't know who said it,

"Miss Sheng was injured by the falling lamp rack and was calling an ambulance."

Then, the crowd separated automatically, and a tall figure rushed towards the curtain,

"President Ling..."

Sheng Enron's wound was still bleeding. At the moment, he was weak and sweating. As soon as he saw Ling Han coming, he regardless grabbed Ling Han's hand and said in pain, "cold, I hurt..."

Ling Han was followed by general manager Li who came to Baoli. Seeing this, his face was livid, "what's going on?"

"Mr. Li, don't worry, the ambulance will arrive soon," Xiao Dong hurriedly explained to the side, and she had just learned about the situation.

There were whispers in the crowd,

"Isn't Xiao Zhao responsible for this lamp rack?"

"No, Xiao Zhao was called to light up. Just now I saw Secretary Ye guarding the lamp holder..."

Hearing this, Ling Han's face sank.