Chapter 170

"And then? And then I met you. " Bai Shou said with a smile, "at that time in the car, I saw you and Qingge from a distance. The moment I saw you, my head seemed to be shocked. At that time, I thought, maybe this little girl is the one I want to find!"

"That's why you stopped and asked us to get in?" I looked at Bai Shou with some surprise, "I thought you were a kind-hearted person!"

"Ha ha..." Bai Shou laughed and said frankly, "in fact, I don't like to waste my time on unimportant people."

"That's why you've been staring at me since you got in the car?" I looked at him with an eyebrow.

"Found out? I thought you didn't notice The white head laughs even more.

"I'm not blind! You look so blatant, but I'm sorry to expose you. " I gave him a hard look.

"But you are really my ideal type." The white head is hooking the lip Cape of one side, affirming to say.

"Stop!" I held out my hand to stop him from going on. It's an ideal model. "

"Tut Tut, why leave the relationship so clear." Bai Shou looked at me with a smile, "the model I chose is naturally the type I like in my heart."

"My ideal type is not a playboy." I jokingly replied that the white head laughed after listening to it.

When I came to the door of Baishou studio, Baishou took the key to open the door. When I looked back at the opposite studio, the door was still closed, and the Yin Qi was still lingering in front of the door.

"Come in!"

Seeing that I was still in a daze at the door, Bai Shou said something.

After entering the studio, Bai Shou turned on the light and couldn't wait to turn on the computer to see the photos he took today.

After all, I was the one with all kinds of modeling actions in the photos, so I followed curiously to see what kind of virtue I was photographed.

What I never thought of was that Baishou's photography level was really good. I never felt that his photography was so artistic. It seemed that a very casual action was photographed by him with characteristics, and those actions that were required to be done deliberately seemed natural.

"Not bad." I looked at him one by one and thought, after that, I'll have to ask him for a set. It's like taking a set of art photos for free.

"You're really the best fit for this style." The white head finally stops in a picture, that is, I am sitting on the bench in the center of the small garden, wearing a white sheet, looking up at 45 degrees, with a faint expression, only a faint smile on my lips. The flowers behind me are more charming because of the white sheet.

"I read it right." The white head looked at me with a smile, "you have a lot of aura."

"Is it?" I was praised by him, a little floating feeling, but I heard the cold hum of Wen chuyang.

Bai Shou printed the photo and put it on the drawing board. He said that he would be inspired if he gazed at the photo at ordinary times.

I stood in front of the drawing board and looked at the picture carefully. It was really good. For the first time, I thought that I was actually pretty good-looking.

Bai Shou sat back in front of the computer, pointed the mouse, continued to look at the photos, stopped on a photo, some panic called me to see, "Mirena! Come and see this one

I was standing in front of the drawing board when I heard the white head call me. I turned around and asked curiously, "what's the matter?"

Bai Shou pointed to the picture on the computer screen and said, "look what this is!"

The picture displayed on the computer screen is the one in this studio, in which Bai Shou handed me the white sheet and I jokingly covered it on my head.

Normally, it's just a joke for me. Baishou took a picture conveniently, but I followed Baishou's finger and saw a white shadow behind me.

The white shadow is like the shadow of sunlight on the wall, but it can be vaguely identified as a human figure with long hair.

Looking at this picture, my first reaction is to subconsciously raise my head and look at the place where the white shadow appears.

"She's standing behind me. I don't feel it at all." I can't believe it. Normally, I'm very sensitive to ghosts now, especially when Wen chuyang is around, but I don't even know.

Compared with the photo, I looked at it carefully in the room and didn't see anything unusual.

"Maybe it was just passing by. There was no malice on her, so I didn't care too much at that time." Wen chuyang stood beside me, holding his chest in both hands, hanging his shoulder with a folding fan, looking at the photos on the computer.

"If so, don't you care too much?" I listen to Wen chuyang say so, the heart that hangs is put down finally.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you." Wen chuyang turned back and patted me on the head. "Don't think too much. The ghosts in this world don't have to be few. You can see them everywhere, so you don't have to care too much."

"How's it going? Any more? " Wen chuyang's voice did not fall, white head stood up and came to my side to stop, a face alert to look around.

Maybe Wen chuyang thought that he was too close to me, so he raised the folding fan to face him.

Although he couldn't make any substantial impact on him, the white head immediately shivered, looked around nervously and said, "how do I feel that there is still room..."

I looked at him sympathetically and said, "didn't you say you want to invite me to dinner? I've been working here for you all afternoon, and I've been attacked by a female ghost. "

"It's a blessing to invite beautiful women to dinner." White head immediately changed a pair of polite face, very gentlemanly opened the door for me, and said to me: "dear lady, please."

So we came out of the studio half jokingly, and the door to the opposite door just opened.

Song Daqi came out with a gloomy face. Seeing us standing at the door, he quickly closed the door and stood at the door staring at us.

Song Daqi's eyes are not big and are blocked by thick eyes and long hair, but his eyes are creepy.

His head is slightly low, so his eyes turn up a little when he looks at people. And this kind of look was on me from the beginning.

I don't know why he looked at me like this, but from the first time I saw him in the afternoon, I thought he looked at me in the wrong way.

"Daqi, how's the work going?" After Bai Shou locked the door of the studio, he naturally said hello to song Daqi.

But song Daqi glared at Bai Shou, then at me, and turned down the stairs without saying a word.