Chapter 453

Next, their eyes were pulled in front of the camera again, and the photos were more artistic conception.

He was forced to change several sets of clothes. Among these four sets of clothes, Fu Nai also found the cheongsam specially for Zhao Qiqing, just like the golden lady in those years, which made Fu Nai very satisfied.

"This figure, this height, this appearance, I think your company will not work in the future. Come and be a model for me! I won't treat you badly!" Fu Nai sighed and said.

"Aunt Tang, Shenghui group will not go bankrupt." Fu Xi frowned deeply and opened his mouth.

Zhao Qiqing didn't have anything to do. She quickly explained, "aunt Tang just joked with us."

"Yes, of course I know Shenghui group will not go bankrupt. If she works as a model for me, I can't keep her. Sooner or later, she will be poached." Fu Nai said.

"How can it be so exaggerated!" Zhao Qiqing said shyly.

"Let's go out and take photos in the garden now. I specially put retro furniture there. The effect is very good!" Fu Nai said that he would lead people to the garden.

After Zhao Qiqing passed on the golden lady, she became a gentle lady of the chaebol. In short, Fu Nai photographed all the places, and everything that could not fall into the camera.

Fu xishen's military coat is also very handsome. In addition, the air pressure on his body is very strong. The combination of the two people makes passers-by frequently cast curious eyes around him.

Not far away, in a black car, Rong Yan looked at the situation in front of him with a calm face. He clenched his hands into fists, showing his anger at this time.

The assistant obviously saw such a situation, and the driver dared not breathe. Waiting for Rong Yan to recover obviously, he carefully asked, "President Rong, do we still need to send our evidence?"

The driver is also worried. Isn't it death to say this problem at this time?

Obviously, the temperature in the car dropped again. Rong Yan looked down at the tablet on his leg, which was the microblog interface of Shenghui group attacked. Words also seem to jump out of the teeth: "delete it."

The two of them could still laugh under such circumstances, which really showed how unnecessary his worry was.

"Rong Zong, what about us?" The driver also asked.

"Go back to the company." Rong Yan said.

It was not until dark that the shooting was finally over.

Zhao Qiqing changed her clothes and felt her back ache. She was just posing and chatting. She was so tired.

"By the way, you two don't go yet. It's just time to take a look at the photos, choose some to make photo frames, and save the rest as photo albums." Fu Nai said.

But when I turned on the photos from the camera, I found that hundreds of photos had been taken in one afternoon.

"So much?" Zhao Qiqing was surprised.

Fu Nai was speechless when he looked at these photos: "you two look too good. In the past, you had to pick a hundred photos in an afternoon."

"Aunt Tang, we're not in a hurry. Please help us choose the photos. We still have a press conference tomorrow. We can't sleep too late." Fu xishen said.

"OK." Fu Nai nodded: "but I have an idea. I want to put two photos where I take photos."

"What are you doing with this?" Fu xishen didn't care: "if you want to feel that the place is empty, don't you just buy two paintings?"

"You dead boy, I'm a photo studio! Can there be guests without putting a few satisfactory photos?" Fu Nai said.

Zhao Qiqing thought for a moment and asked, "is there anyone else's picture? I also want to see it."

Fu Nai also opened his mouth. Fu xishen laughed when he listened: "it's just opened. Where are the guests?"

Fu Nai took it as if he didn't hear it. He bowed his head, chose the photo, looked at it, and looked up again: "by the way, Xiaoqing, don't choose a wedding dress at that time. I'll make it for you! I'll wrap your wedding dress!"

"Aunt Tang, no, it's too much trouble for you." Zhao Qiqing quickly refused.

"No trouble, I like wedding dress, so I can become a designer. If I'm afraid of trouble, I'll change my career long ago!" Fu Nai said, "besides, besides fashion week, you are the best publicity for my wedding dress! If you look so good, many people will buy it at that time!"

"Oh, remember to calculate the publicity fee and open a contract." Fu xishen said.

"Good boy, I've settled accounts with your cousin." Fu Nai stood up, rolled up his sleeves and tried to hit him.

Fu xishen gently pulled Zhao Qiqing's sleeve: "aunt Tang beat me. Don't you say anything?"

Zhao Qiqing hesitated for two seconds: "well beaten?"

Fu Nai laughed and Fu xishen followed. Fu Nai smiled for a while and finally straightened up: "that is, don't ask him. Anyway, it's not his master's family. This family status."

Fu Nai shook his head and turned the question to Zhao Qiqing: "what do you say, Xiaoqing? Can I show you two photos to raise your eyes?"

"Yes, aunt." Zhao Qiqing said.

"I just like your simple child." Fu Nai said.

They said goodbye to Fu Nai and got on the bus and went home.

Zhao Qiqing thought she was very energetic. Who knows, as soon as she got on the bus, she seemed to fight between the upper eyelids and the lower eyelids.

She shook her head, trying not to fall asleep.

Of course, Fu xishen saw her little movements and pulled her into his arms, so that she found a comfortable position and slept in his arms.

Zhao Qiqing really fell asleep as soon as she met a comfortable place.

On the way, Zhao Qiqing woke up once. Fu xishen was still looking at his mobile phone. It seemed that there was something important.

"Ah Shen, what are you doing?" Zhao Qiqing asked vaguely and couldn't hear clearly.

Seeing that he couldn't explain clearly to her, Fu xishen reached out and stroked her hair and slowly said, "sleep."

The two words seem to have a trace of magic, which really makes Zhao Qiqing enter a beautiful dream. In the dream, she is still the high school student, but every time she secretly looks at Fu xishen, she will just be seen by Fu xishen.

Make her shy and irritable.

Fu xishen's voice came to her ears. Zhao Qiqing slowly opened her eyes and looked at the person in front of her. She couldn't tell what was going on for a moment.

Fu xishen looked at her, did not urge, but quietly accompanied her.

This dream is too real. It seems that Fu xishen really returned to his school days and saw his childish self.

Zhao Qiqing took a deep breath, looked at the black sky outside and woke up: "what time is it now? Why are we back to the apartment?"

"Come back from there. You're too sleepy. The apartment is close." Fu xishen lowered his head and fiddled with his mobile phone.

Zhao Qiqing looked at his head and still looked at his mobile phone. She glanced at the interface with some curiosity.

Is it wechat?