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Having solved all the problems, Song Qinghuan devoted her whole body and soul to the IM advertising shoot.

Three days later, Song Qinghuan followed the IM to F Nation for filming.

Song Qinghuan is filming a perfume product called 'Flower Ripple' in two versions, which will be available in the spring.

They are floral floral floral powder flasks, floral floral golden flasks, gold flasks for limited edition release.

The first photo was taken of a floral powder bottle in a European style castle.

The young woman sleeping on the bed had skin as white and smooth as cow milk. Under the orange light, her skin looked slightly colorful, as if awakened by the morning light. She slowly opened her eyes and sat up, even though her long black hair was as smooth as silk.

In the camera, Song Qinghuan raised her arm and slightly ruffled her hair with her fingers. However, it was sexy and messy. Her pair of peach blossom eyes were covered in a layer of mist from just waking up, making her look innocent and adorable.

At this moment, the door opened. Song Qinghuan raised her head and looked in the direction of the door. However, she was actually looking directly at the camera.

The people outside gasped. Some of them hurriedly covered their noses. There were a few traces of bright red that could be seen through the gaps of their fingers.

The maid dressed the Duke's daughter, and the tall waist of her skirt gave off a dignified and retro sense of beauty. The Song Qinghuan in the camera was filled with an exotic charm.

With the help of a maid, the girl in the camera yawned. Her peach blossom eyes leaked two drops of tears, but they did not flow down her cheeks. Instead, they hung on her thick eyelashes, focusing on the camera.

"Ka!" "Pass!"

"Rest and prepare for the next mirror."

The big director with the sideburns started cheering after he finished yelling.

Song Qinghuan thanked the maid. Today's filming wasn't going well. Just the waking scene alone took up most of the day, and it was already evening.

This internationally renowned director was even more delicate than Xu Hao and had delicate hair. Once, he was asked to redo the filming because Song Qinghuan had a roll of hair while she was sleeping, or the servant girl blocked her view and everyone was criticized for doing the filming together.

After this scene was over, what followed was the banquet.

It was inconvenient for Song Qinghuan to walk while wearing the petticoats of the Middle Ages. There were staff members to help her from the front, back, left, and right. Some were hugging dresses for her while others prevented her from falling down and supporting her arm.

Everything in this European style castle seemed to be in the Middle Ages, and she was no longer the only one who took on the job. Qiu Meng was very quick, he immediately packed up his things and followed Song Qinghuan to the F Nation.

As for Song Qinghuan's matters regarding the IM contract, he left them in Qiu Meng's care.

Qiu Meng firmly held on to the olive branch that Song Qinghuan threw to him. He did not feel sad because of his heartbreak, but instead threw himself into his career. He was even busier than Song Qinghuan.

Now that he was taking advantage of the break, Qiu Meng passed the lemon honey water he prepared to Song Qinghuan and sighed. "I feel like every time I lift my foot, I step on a golden treasure."

"Hmm?" Song Qinghuan bit the straw as she smiled at him.

She drank the food that Qiu Meng had prepared. She did not casually drink the food given by an outsider. Qiu Meng had personally witnessed the film crew fight over the food with jealousy.

At the scene, from the director to the audience, they were all foreigners. They had sent diplomats to Song Qinghuan to accompany her throughout the entire process of shooting the advertisements.

As for Song Qinghuan and Qiu Meng, they did not even need to be translated by diplomats. Song Qinghuan knew several languages. The reason why Song Shuyao was so popular in her previous life was because she stepped on Song Qinghuan.

Song Qinghuan's memory was good. The more she learned, the more it would enrich her own life.

The venue was still in the process of being set up. There were clearly a lot of people, but none of them made much noise. The assistant director was repeatedly warning the staff to be careful of the placement of items, afraid of knocking into the antiques.

Song Qinghuan's line of sight fell onto the shoes on Qiu Meng's feet. All the staff were wearing their own shoes, even the director himself. However, she was wearing her prop high heels.

As if he understood the doubt in Song Qinghuan's eyes, Qiu Meng explained in a low voice, "It's said that the things inside are all real, and the film crew are always going in and out of the house, so there are many prohibitions." Qiu Meng sighed, "This is not an ancient castle, it's a gold mountain."

"We don't understand the world of nobility."

Qiu Meng nodded in agreement.

Once again entering the recording, the scene changed to a banquet scene. Song Qinghuan held her head in her hands as she looked lazily at the wine glass in her hand. She casually swirled the wine cup and her elegant demeanor stood out throughout the banquet.

A man in a tuxedo came to invite her to dance. The blurry lighting obscured her face, but it only made her lazier and more charming.

However, this Duke's daughter seemed to be a little disheartened.

The next day would be an outdoor scene after all the scenes in the room had been filmed.

The emerald green leaves were extremely alluring, and under the beautiful red roses, Song Qinghuan's white face was slightly flushed from the sun.

The Song Qinghuan in the camera was a medieval noble daughter who had walked out from the painting. Her gait was very elegant and she carried a bit of leisure and nonchalance, as if the garden was filled with flowers and plants that did not enter his eyes.

She was attracted by the sudden appearance of a butterfly in the banquet hall, and the fluttering butterfly brought her away from the boring banquet hall, through the castle and finally to the Rose Garden.

The butterfly that was pulling the Duke's daughter stopped under the wall full of beautiful red roses. The Duke's daughter, who seemed to be attracted by the roses, slightly narrowed her eyes. Under the sunlight, the lens focused on her long eyelashes that were as thick as the wings of a butterfly.

Then, her slender white fingertips lightly touched the rose petals, and the butterfly turned into a big close-up of her fingertips.

A gentle breeze blew, bringing with it the fragrance of roses. The young woman seemed to be befuddled, her fingertips having been pierced by a thorn on the stem, a drop of dark red blood slowly seeped out.

Song Qinghuan stared at the drop of blood as if it was very interesting. She slightly raised her hand and sniffed it, her intoxicated expression revealing a sense of sickness. Her cheeks inevitably had a few drops of flower juice on them, then she stuck out her pink tongue and curled it up.

A trace of a smile finally flowed out of her pitch-black eyes. She took off the high heels on her feet and then tore off the fluffy hem of her skirt, as if she was tearing apart a layer of the shackles on her body.

A pair of white jade feet stepped on the thick layer of petals beneath his feet, and at that moment, a happy smile appeared on Duke Qian Jin's face.

The entire set, as well as Gerrin at the scene, were also brought into the scene by the young girl.

He felt that perfume was the most romantic product in this world. The young girl's face was still somewhat pure and childish, and every move she made exuded an enticing aura.

Noble, luxurious. Gerrin could see his' Flower Ripple 'on Song Qinghuan's body.

This was the temptation of Flower Ripple, and almost without coming close, they were able to smell the young girl's sweet and clear fragrance.