Chapter 726： Take makeup photos

Rong Cheng adjusted his state, and the affection in his eyes was buried when he shot again.

"..."

But Hua Shiying, who was snuggling in his arms, could clearly feel that the frequency of his heart beating was constantly accelerating.

This time the shooting went smoothly without any pauses, and the gloomy faces of the photographer and director were eased.

Hua Shiying spat out the blood bag in her mouth, unscrewed the cap of the mineral water, and took a few sips of water to remove the faint smell of blood in her mouth.

After a few minutes of rest, Cheng Du asked people to replace the background cloth, and replaced a new picture of the interior of the hall with a cool and delicate layout, and also brought a sandalwood chair.

"Next, Yan Zhixu."

Hearing the director's shout, she paced forward, her pace lazily and casually revealing the endless sense of oppression from the superior.

Fu Shimo stood on the spot, holding a black bag used by a lady, causing Rong Cheng, who noticed this scene, to raise his eyebrows slightly.

"good."

Cheng Du nodded with satisfaction when he saw her outfit and style.

"Hehehe..."

The assistant director standing by the side heard the admiration, didn't say anything, just smiled awkwardly.

Thinking of receiving the text messages from Zhou Xinran one after another in the past few days, I feel a little irritable in my heart.

He didn't expect that the other party's scheming was not shallow, and he even took pictures and left evidence.

If Zhou Xinran didn't get things done well to win the role, these photos would probably appear on his wife's phone.

The assistant director turned his attention to Yan Zhixu.

She had already walked to the chair made of sandalwood, stroked her sleeves, and sat down calmly, holding her cheeks with one hand and her eyes empty.

"Emperor..."

A strong nostalgia flashed in her eyes, endless sadness lingered around her body, and the studio was shrouded in this breath.

"Yes, yes, that's it!"

"A little more sadness!"

The photographer was satisfied with the shooting and made a high voice excitedly.

Yan Zhixu raised his head, water mist formed in his eyes, tears were hazy but he refused to fall, and his sorrowful emotions infected those present.

"Crack-knock-"

The studio is full of the sound of the camera snapping the shutter and the occasional high praise from the photographer.

Seeing this, the assistant director looked away, it was a bit difficult to grab the lead.

After ten minutes of shooting, Yan Zhixu stood up from his seat, and the staff removed the background cloth and replaced it with other scenes needed for shooting.

The progress was smooth, the coldness between Cheng Du's eyebrows and eyes dissipated, and he praised him in a good mood, "The hairstyle is good, and the stylist Xu is good at craftsmanship."

Xu Xu was flattered.

Aware of the gazes cast from all directions, he waved his hand embarrassedly, "I'm not that good, this hairstyle was made by Manager Fu."

A word fell.

Everyone's attention turned to Fu Shimo.

Broker Fu? when did it happen?

If I remember correctly, Yan Zhixu's manager's surname is Lu, and he is also a well-known sissy in the circle.

Could it be that Xingyu Entertainment has a conscience and assigned a better agent to her?

But I have never heard of any gold broker in Xingyu whose surname is Fu.

Yan Zhixu said aloud, "Brother Lu has been on vacation for a while, this is my temporary agent."

Hearing her explanation, the others smiled and nodded, asking questions without getting to the bottom of it.

Stayed in the studio for a while, until the next male second who took the makeup photo came in, Yan Zhixu, Fu Shimo and others exited to change their clothes.

At the end of the day's shooting work, the sky was gray and dark. The two walked to the parking lot, opened the car door and sat on it.