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Although the two studios are only separated by a wall, the situation is very different.

Zheng Zining, who put on makeup, looked at herself in the mirror very dissatisfied. The thick purple eye makeup looked like someone had punched her.

Fang Ruoyu next to her gave her a warning look, Zheng Zining could only keep her mouth shut and suppress her dissatisfaction.

When Fang Fang saw the clothes she was going to shoot today, she couldn't control her small universe at all. She pointed at the clothes and began to complain: "Did this designer's brain be drilled by an electric drill to design such clothes?"

"Keep your voice down, wear whatever is prepared for you, and be professional!"

"It's not that I'm unprofessional, it's that the clothes are too ugly."

"It's already unprofessional when you complain about the designer's design." The editor-in-chief of the magazine opened the door and walked in, with an obvious expression on his face. "If Ms. Zheng didn't carry out today's shooting, then we can change people now."

Without waiting for Zheng Zining to speak, Fang Ruoyu quickly took a step forward with a smiling face: "Zi Ning is just talking about her understanding of clothing design, and has no other meaning."

"Then Miss Zheng, please change quickly, the photographer is already waiting."

The editor-in-chief slammed the door and went out, looked inside and said with disdain: "I thought I was a big name, but I just signed up for a gold master, otherwise who would be willing to use you."

Zheng Zining inside heard it clearly, raised her leg and wanted to chase out: "What did you say!"

"Okay, my little ancestor. Be honest, don't cause trouble for me anymore." Fang Ruoyu sat on the chair with her head covered, and sighed wearily.

Now the company doesn't care about Zheng Zining at all, everything is supported by her alone, and the notices are still relying on the Gu Group.

Fang Ruoyu is so busy every day that she beats the back of her head, wishing to give her more opportunities to make announcements, but Zheng Zining quietly disappoints, and doesn't understand her intentions.

She changed her clothes awkwardly, stood in front of the camera with a gasp, and the cameraman told Zheng Zining about the shooting requirements, and the shooting began.

The photo shoot is about sports, which requires her to move more widely, either running or jumping, and the props for her are also baseball bats, skateboards and the like.

The first shoot was not bad, Zheng Zining was very good at using props, put the skateboard on her shoulders, and jumped up on one foot, very energetic.

However, the physical exertion of filming is increasing, and Zheng Zining's shooting state is not good, and the movements are almost in place.

The photographer saw that her physical strength was a little bit behind, and said to everyone very intimately: "Take a break before shooting, and then you can find a badminton racket, and don't let her use the skateboard anymore."

Fang Ruoyu helped Zheng Zining to sit on the chair, took out a small fan to blow air for her, and unscrewed the water and handed it to her: "You hold it yourself, and I will massage your arm."

After raising her head and drinking most of the bottle of water, Zheng Zining let out a comfortable 'ha': "I'm so exhausted, my arms don't even belong to me anymore."

"The first half was in good shape, keep it up, and there are still two sets of clothes to shoot."

"What?" Zheng Zining sat up straight in surprise, looked at Fang Ruoyu and said dumbfounded, "There are two more sets! I have to join the filming team tomorrow, and my arms and legs hurt like hell."

"Hold on, didn't the cameraman say to change the props?" Fang Ruoyu comforted her patiently, "After you go back, take a good hot bath, and you will definitely be alive and kicking tomorrow."

Collapsing on the chair, Zheng Zining said weakly: "If I knew this magazine earlier, I might as well not accept it."

Her voice was moderate, and it just reached the ears of the editor-in-chief and the photographer who were looking at the photos in front of the computer. They looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

"I've never seen such an unprofessional artist." The editor-in-chief said sarcastically, "This is the eldest lady who still thinks of herself as the Gu family. Why are you pretending?"

"Actually, she's not bad at taking pictures." The photographer adjusted the photo and said, "It's just that she's too delicate."

"She is the little white lotus we call her, and that's what you men like. In the past, she relied on Gu Qiming's relationship, and now she is reported to the Zheng Group's thigh."

"Keep your voice down." The cameraman looked inside Zheng Zining, and he was relieved to make sure she didn't hear, "I have to shoot later, you can say whatever you want after the shoot is over."

"Cut, what are you afraid of? What is she, can she be kicked out by Miss Gu's family?"

Gu Mengqing, who was being talked about, covered her mouth and sneezed.

He Lianchen immediately became nervous, touched her forehead again, and asked someone to turn down the temperature of the air conditioner.

"I'm fine, you shouldn't make such a fuss if you sneeze."

"I have to take medicine when I have a cold, so it's not me who is in trouble in the end."

"Cut." Gu Mengqing rolled her eyes and went to change her clothes, muttering softly, "Now I feel troublesome, why should I go?"

"Why are you acting like a resentful woman now?" Wei Nianjin smacked his lips, shook his head and said, "I don't know if marriage is a grave, but it must be destructive."

Gu Mengqing raised her eyes and waited for Wei Nianjin resentfully, and said threateningly: "Secretary He got your favorite show bag, I let him refund it, or else."

"Don't, don't, don't!" Wei Nianjin immediately changed his words, "Marriage makes people sweet, and He Lianchen and you are a match made in heaven."

"It's good to be this early." Gu Mengqing narrowed her eyes and raised the corners of her mouth.

Wei Nianjin turned his head to one side, lowered his head, covered his mouth and whispered, "Pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger."

"What did you say?"

"Ah, nothing, I'll help you change your clothes."

The light gauze dress was knee-length, revealing slender and slender legs, and a pair of silver-white high-heeled shoes made Gu Mengqing look even taller.

When filming, He Lianchen was afraid that her heels were too high, so he always stretched out his hands to protect her, for fear that she would fall and get hurt.

The staff member outside the camera is eating high-grade dog food for two people and smiling at his aunt.

This is too much a husband and wife, a proper novel character design, the domineering president and the sweet little wife.

The second round of shooting was also going on next door. Zheng Zining couldn't take good poses with the feather camera. None of the movements captured by the photographer were good-looking, and even a few of them were smooth.

"Stop!" The photographer put down the camera, looked at Zheng Zining and said helplessly, "Take a break for the coordination of your hands and feet, and don't turn around."

"Stop!" After taking a few more pictures, it still didn't work. This time, the editor-in-chief was furious, and said to Zheng Zining with some reprimands, "Didn't you learn expression management when you joined the company? There can be no flaws."

"I don't think there is any problem with my expression, but you are too harsh, editor-in-chief." Zheng Zining threw the racket to the ground impatiently, "Didn't you say that I can shoot well?"

"Look at the one you are going to shoot, that one is usable. Take it once when you are tired, otherwise you will consume your own physical strength."

Fang Ruoyu smiled and handed the water in her hand to the editor-in-chief: "Don't be angry, Zi Ning is not in good health recently, she must want to take a good shot herself."

"Take a break if you are not in good health. This is not the attitude a professional artist should have!"

"Yes yes yes." Fang Ruoyu walked up to Zheng Zining and lowered her voice, "What's the matter with you, can you take a good picture!"

"Yes." Zheng Zining turned her head unconvinced and picked up the racket.

The filming continued intermittently and ended at one or two o'clock in the afternoon.

After changing her clothes, Gu Mengqing covered her belly, pouted and said to He Lianchen, "I'm hungry, hubby."

"Xianxiangju?"

"Almond tofu."

Seeing Gu Mengqing's playful look with her little face upturned, He Lianchen couldn't control the corners of her mouth at all, and raised her hand to rub the top of her head.

The editor-in-chief sent them all the way to the entrance of the studio before entering, and he was full of praise for the two of them.

While waiting for the driver to bring the nanny's car over, Zheng Zining and Fang Ruoyu walked out of the studio with gloomy expressions on their faces and a lawsuit on their foreheads.

Wei Nianjin didn't hide it, and said sarcastically: "Sure enough, he hugged the gold master's thigh. This announcement is as expected."

"Wei Nianjin, believe it or not, I tore your mouth." Zheng Zining threw the bag in his hand to Fang Ruoyu, walked quickly to Wei Nianjin, pointed at her and said.

Slapping her hand away, Wei Nianjin looked at her and said, "Do you know what tutoring is? My brother told me to beat anyone who dares to point fingers at me."

"Well, Brother Wei Shi seems to have said that." Gu Mengqing next to him thought for a while, and agreed, "He also said that he was responsible for beating someone."

Fang Ruoyu pulled Zheng Zining back, gave her a look, and said, "He Lianchen is here, do you still want to throw the notice!" '

The nanny's car came, He Lianchen opened the door, and several people got in the car and drove off, leaving behind exhaust fumes and dust.

Zheng Zining, who was deflated every time, could only stomp her feet angrily. This expression was so much more real than her pose every time she scratched her head in front of the camera.

"Should I go directly to the set after dinner? Is there any time for me to go home and take a shower." Gu Mengqing leaned on He Lianchen's shoulder, "I feel sticky and uncomfortable."

Looking at the time, Wei Nianjin did some calculations: "The filming started at six o'clock, and now it's three o'clock. The journey back and forth will take an hour and a half, and I'll count the meal... yes, but you have to hold on tight."

"The wedding dress is really exhausting. It's heavier than other clothes, and the movements are not easy to pose." Moving her stiff neck, Gu Mengqing raised her head and asked He Lianchen, "When will we two take wedding photos?" ?”

"You still don't feel tired." He Lianchen nodded Gu Mengqing's nose, "You look like you go back to pick out the wedding dress, and we will take pictures when the latest announcement is over."

"Can I go to the Moore Manor to take pictures? I like the rose wall inside." Gu Mengqing became interested, and sat up and put her arms around He Lianchen's neck and said, "I want to go to the beach to take a set, if it is white horse."

"Okay, okay." He Lianchen nodded and acknowledged, "I'll let Shenyi prepare, what else do you want?"

Sitting on the side, Wei Nianjin said with some sympathy: "Shenyi, the chairman, has been for nothing, and he is your manager, and he has to be ordered by you. It's really tiring."

"He's still the president of M Group." He Lianchen added another knife.

"Well, I still have to manage the M Group for you, and you are really welcome."