Fast-crossing system: the villain BOSS strikes!

May.

The weather was getting hotter and hotter. Mingshu dragged his luggage and came out of the noisy airport. The person who picked him up held a sign, and the crowds coming and going were so lively.

But to her, these excitement seemed to be separated by a space.

She turned on her phone to check the time, five o'clock in the afternoon - dinner time.

Mingshu walked out of the crowd to the side of the road, stopped a car, gave his address, and began to reply to the text messages on his mobile phone.

She went to a photography exhibition, and most of the messages were asking if she had time to make an appointment for a photo shoot, and there were a few reminders from Wen Xiaqing.

There is only one, from Ji Jin.

Ji Jin: Look at Weibo.

Three words, no extra words, sending time, an hour ago.

Through the window of the car, Mingshu saw the advertisement on the opposite building from a distance.

The man was dressed in black clothes, and the cloak fluttered in the air, as if shrouded in fog, thin and ethereal.

The man looked cold.

Cut peach blossoms with a sword.

This was taken by her in Peach Blossom Valley.

Mingshu clicked on Weibo and glanced at it, and the popularity was obviously a promotional picture that was crazily circulated.

For two consecutive times, Ji Jin has been photographed so well that some people have already started to ask who took the photos.

Some people who are close to Ji Jin asked Aite directly on Weibo, revealing in words that they wanted to find such a good photographer to take pictures for themselves.

Just as she was fascinated, Wen Xiaqing's call came in.

"Jojo, got off the plane?"

"Hmm..." Mingshu responded.

"I have a show next Wednesday, can you come over and help me take a picture?" Wen Xiaqing didn't beat around the bush, "Just to see my show, I have reserved a good spot for you."

Mingshu thought for a while, there should be nothing wrong next Wednesday, so he agreed.

Hanging up the phone, Mingshu looked at the handsome face on Weibo, shook his head, and turned off the phone.

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Wednesday.

Wen Xiaqing asked her agent to pick her up. Wen Xiaqing is a very self-disciplined model. Apart from helping him with a little diplomatic work, his agent doesn't need to worry too much.

So before the show started, they were sent to pick up people, and the manager didn't have any objections.

"Qiaoer, you will take a group of photos for us Xia Qing anytime." The agent chatted with Mingshu.

"Doesn't he not like these?" Mingshu looked at the manager.

The manager said: "Recently, I've considered letting Xia Qing try to enter the entertainment industry. I think it would be a pity for him to be a model. But I'm also thinking about it, and I have to ask Xia Qing for his opinion."

Wen Xiaqing's face...it's a pity to be a model.

"He can come to me if he has no objection. I'm free, just treat him to dinner."

The agent smiled, "It's very difficult to ask you out now, Xia Qing is really lucky to have a friend like you, he will make money even as a vase in the future."

"..." Are you saying that your artist is really good?

"By the way, Xia Qing asked me to help you ask about assistants. I'll find a few suitable ones and email you their resumes. Tell me which one you think is suitable."

"Hmm." This was what she asked Wen Xiaqing to ask before she went to the photography exhibition.

It's really a waste of energy for her to carry a bunch of things by herself.

Although the little beast has a space, she can't conjure things in front of this group of people, can she?

She will be caught and dissected.

The agent brought Mingshu into the venue, walked through the model aisle, and quickly entered inside.

Because of Wen Xiaqing, the seat is in the second row facing the runway, don't think about the first row, that's where the big bosses sit.

Next to Mingshu was an unknown crooked nut, he turned his head to say hello to Mingshu, "Hello."

Fruity Chinese.

Mingshu smiled back, "Hello."

Crooked Nutella's blue eyes were full of curiosity and wonder, "Are you a star?"

"No."

"Then are you a model?"

Mingshu patted the phone camera, "I'm a photographer."

"Wow!" Wai Nuo Ren exclaimed, unable to speak Chinese well and could only use native language, "So beautiful, she is not a star, I thought I saw an angel."

Crooked nuts are not at all pretentious in their compliments, but they seldom praise Orientals.

Just as Easterners see Westerners as the same, they also see Easterners as the same.

"Photographer? Such a beautiful photographer?" Wai Guoren became more and more excited, "Your country is full of talents."

Mingshu: "..." What the hell is Talented Qiqi?

There were people entering the arena one after another in front. Wai Guoren was very educated, and lowered his voice to communicate with Mingshu.

Most of them are related to photography, but Wai Guoren didn't bring a camera, and I don't know if he is an insider, just from what he said...Mingshu thinks he knows a lot.

More and more people entered the venue, the venue became lively, voices were everywhere, and there were people walking in front of it.

Mingshu lowered his head to listen to Wai Nuo Ren talk about some interesting stories about photography abroad, and Wai Nuo Ren left for a while on the way.

Just at this moment, the front suddenly became dark, and someone came.

"Jiang Qiao, we meet again." A voice gnashed his teeth.

Mingshu looked up, and it was Ji Jin.

Ming Shu was silent, was Wen Xiaqing's show very good today?Even Ji Jin is here...

Ji Jin didn't communicate much with Mingshu, because at this time there were flashes all over the place, and they were shooting fiercely in this direction.

His seat was right in front of Mingshu, and as soon as he sat down, Mingshu felt that the space was much smaller.

When the flashes were less, Ji Jin leaned back and said in an awkward voice, "The photo of Peach Blossom Valley is not bad."

It seemed like he didn't want to praise her, but he had to compliment her.

Mingshu smiled, "Nonsense, I still need you to say it."

Ji Jin gritted his teeth immediately, "What are you proud of? It's much better than your shots."

"Yes, so next time you find someone better than me to take pictures for you."

Ji Jin: "..."

Ji Jin suddenly died down, and sat silently without speaking.There were also people in the seat next to him, all acquaintances, Ji Jin had to deal with it.

A man next to Ji Jin patted Ji Jin's shoulder, "Ji Yingdi has been so quiet recently, isn't he doing something big?"

Recently, apart from the news about Ji Jin's new play, all other scandals have disappeared.

People in the entertainment industry were curious that a star who was rumored to be scandalized suddenly settled down.

This is either holding back the big move or there is a situation.

"I've been busy filming recently." Ji Jin casually made an excuse.

"Come on, you used to have scandals on the plane." The man didn't believe it, "Say, do you want to make a big news and shake the entertainment circle?"

"My fans don't believe it, what big news can I make?" Ji Jin said.

"You can still come out of the closet." The girl's crisp voice sounded.

The man turned his head and looked at the speaker.

His eyes light up slightly, such a pretty girl, which circle does she belong to?Wait a minute... what did she just say?

gay?

with who?

"In public places, hug and hug, you two teams can get married." Mingshu's voice is soft, not loud in a noisy environment, but it can be heard clearly by the man and Ji Jin.

Ji Jin's face was livid, and he brushed away his colleagues who were looking at the beauty.

The man came to his senses and hugged her again, "Film Emperor Ji, who is this beauty? Do you know her?"

"I don't know." Ji Jin glared at him, "Take your hands away."

Didn't you hear what people said?

Do you really want Toutiao XX and XX to come out publicly?

This idiot, besides being good-looking, what's so good about this woman!

Mingshu poked his head forward and smiled sweetly, "Hey, Best Actor Ji, that's not what you said yesterday when you begged me to help you pay the rent."