The big entertainer adopted by the female president

Chapter 164

Looking at Zhao Wanqi's frizzy hair, Wen Yan stuffed the tissue into her hand and said calmly:
"Sister Wanqi, please wipe it yourself first. I suddenly remembered a melody, and I need to find a pen and paper to record it, so as not to forget it later..."

As soon as the words fell, Wen Yan stood up, flashed into the recording room, and locked the door decisively.

Looking at the tissue in her hand, Zhao Wanqi didn't immediately follow him to settle the account with Wen Yan. Anyway, this is her territory. Little Chi Lao is going deep into the tiger's den. Even if he hides in the recording room, it is useless.

Hmph, in a moment, let him understand what it means to "call Tian Tian not, call the ground not working, and it's useless to break your throat." Zhao Wanqi thought secretly.

"Sister Hong, lend me your vanity mirror." Zhao Wanqi looked at Zhou Hongwei, she rarely brought such things.

"Yo, we don't have to attend the event today. Why are our naturally beautiful stars wearing light makeup?" Zhou Hongwei teased Zhao Wanqi while groping for the vanity mirror from her Kun bag:

"I usually let you dress up more and pay attention to managing your external image. You have to be lazy and save trouble. Now you know it's embarrassing."

In addition to attending events, Zhao Wanqi will ask a special makeup artist in the studio to help with styling. Usually in the studio, she is usually in a state of no makeup.

"You don't have to go out, you don't have to face the camera, and it's a waste of time to put on makeup?" Zhao Wanqi took the vanity mirror, raised her chin slightly, and said arrogantly:

"Besides, I'm a natural beauty, and it's hard to give up. I can beat the traffic florets in the entertainment circle just by my makeup, and I don't need to do too much modification at all."

"Then why did you put on makeup today?" Looking at Zhao Wanqi's eyebrows, Zhou Hongwei pursed her red lips with a playful look in her eyes.

"I'm..." Zhao Wanqi's expression was slightly stiff, and she forced herself to respect herself: "I'm increasing the attribute value, which can improve the efficiency of singing."

"Oh, that's it~" Zhou Hongwei made an upward ending sound.

"Oh, Sister Hong, stop talking nonsense, give me the vanity mirror, I'm in a hurry to clean up that little red guy." Zhao Wanqi urged.

"I'm not looking for it right here." Zhou Hongwei said unintentionally as she rummaged through the vanity mirror in Kun's bag:
"By the way, I saw a very beautiful girl downstairs today. Looking at her face and temperament, she is no different from yours. In terms of figure, she is even slightly stronger than you."

"Heh, just blow it." Zhao Wanqi rolled her eyes and said somewhat narcissistically, "How can a prosperous beauty like me be seen everywhere."

Zhao Wanqi is still very confident about her body appearance. Even in the generally high-value entertainment industry, she has never seen anyone who can stabilize her.

"Really, if you don't believe me, you can ask Junior Brother Wen." Zhou Hongwei glanced at the pretentious Wen Yan in the recording studio: "That girl sent him over today, they seem to be quite close, and she even helped the Junior Brother tidy up his collar. Woolen cloth."

"Oh, by the way, when she left, she gave the little brother some money. I remember she was driving a limited-edition SUV with a tail number of "666"..."

It's the capitalist. When Zhou Hongwei associated "a beautiful girl who is as beautiful as her" with Wen Yan, Zhao Wanqi confirmed Wang Luoqi's identity.

"Wan Qi, you are so familiar with the younger brother, so you should know that girl too?" Zhou Hongwei asked tentatively.

"I don't know, maybe it's the driver of the online car-hailing." Zhao Wanqi stabbed Wang Luoqi secretly.

"She drives a luxury car, and with her body and temperament, she doesn't look like an online car-hailing driver." Zhou Hongwei obviously didn't believe it.

"Oh, Sister Hong, why are you so gossipy." Zhao Wanqi didn't answer, and began to urge: "Give me the vanity mirror quickly."

"You don't need a make-up mirror anymore, you should go and clean up your little brother." Zhou Hongwei spread out her hands: "Your lipstick didn't rub against your teeth at all. He lied to you just now, giggle..."

He lied to you just now. Zhao Wanqi's pride went up and down, as if trying to escape the gravity. She squinted and smiled, leaning forward and backward, but she didn't expect that she would be embarrassed by Wen Yan.

"Sister Hong, which side are you from?" Zhao Wanqi said quietly.

"Cough cough." Zhou Hongwei reluctantly stopped her trembling body, she spread her hands, and said nonsense in a serious manner:

"I just found out..."

Well, Zhou Hongwei is this playful temperament, and Zhao Wanqi has nothing to do with her, so she transferred all her anger to the culprit.

She swept her beautiful eyes to the recording room, and saw that she was sitting in front of the piano, sometimes playing the keys, sometimes lowering her head on the A4 paper, writing and drawing warm words, Zhao Wanqi clenched her fists slightly.

"Wen Xiaoyan, get out of here!"

Walking to the glass door, Zhao Wanqi began to smash the door: "You are very daring, you dare to play with me?"

Out of the corner of the eye, she glanced at the eldest sister who was angry and slammed on the door. Wen Yan continued to pretend, holding a pencil and writing and drawing on A4 paper, as if she hadn't heard any noise outside.

Anyway, the sound insulation effect of the recording studio is well known to be good.

At this time, Zhao Wanqi was in a fit of anger, why would a fool open the door for her at this time?

I don't know why, every time Zhao Wanqi is happy or moved because of him, Wen Yan can't help but gag, destroying the original atmosphere, leaving only a piece of chicken feathers.

This may be due to the fact that he has relived his youth. He has forgotten the mature soul of the past, and has the naivety that fits this age group.

Perhaps it was the maturity that he never forgot, but buried in the bottom of his heart, hidden in his bones, so he didn't want to make an empty promise...

Relationships are a heavy topic, and Wen Yan is also worried that he will face the situation of "Young people always love empty promises, but later regret their rash words".

Therefore, as he grew older, he also didn't know how to face Zhao Wanqi.

He couldn't tell which type of Zhao Wanqi's feelings for him belonged, was it a close sibling, or the ambiguity between the opposite sex?

In the same way, he couldn't figure out his feelings for Zhao Wanqi.

Wen Yan does not deny that the thought of "Blessings of Qi people" flashed in his mind. After all, the sentence "I want it all" is quite powerful.

This is also a common problem of many men. Who can pat his chest and say that he is a dedicated person, who only wants to "one pair for life", and has never used other crooked brains?

But the reality is not so easy. Thinking of this, Wen Yan couldn't help but envy the second grandfather of the Wu family.

Looking at the plan full of A4 paper, Wen Yan shook his head, threw away these nonsense, and prepared to leave this issue for later, and leave it to time to make a decision.

Maybe after a while, the boat will naturally straighten up to the bridge.

Well, he also knew that this should be thinking of farting.

He glanced at the elder sister who was still slapping the glass door, seeing that her movements were a little slow, she should have vented a lot of anger at the glass, Wen Yan picked up the A4 paper, and Shi Shiran turned around.

"Hey, Sister Wanqi, when did you come here?" Wen Yan's expression was a little surprised. In order to let Zhao Wanqi see his mouth shape, he slowed down his speech a little.

Well, it worked.

"Why didn't you call me?" Wen Yan twisted the door open, and complained, "The sound insulation of the recording studio is so good that you can't hear the outside noise at all."

Hey, it seems that I should call him, why didn't I remember it, Zhao Wanqi's expression froze, she felt a little confused just now. But she would definitely not show it in front of Wen Yan.

"Wen Xiaoyan, why are you lying to me?" She crossed her waist and said angrily, "Where is the lipstick on my teeth?"

"Uh, that's probably my mistake." Wen Yan changed the subject at the right time: "Sister Wanqi, look at the song mv plan I made for you, we'll just go to these places to shoot in the afternoon."

"Wen Xiaoyan, don't change the subject, do you think I'm so easy to tease? If you don't give me a reasonable explanation today, I'm sure I won't be able to spare you..."

Zhao Wanqi took the A4 paper, glanced at it casually, and forgot what she said just now.

"Hey, how did you do it in such detail? We're going to shoot in so many places?" She asked in surprise:
"Now fans don't pay much attention to the mv of songs, we don't need to make such trouble."

Look, it is so easy to fool Wen Yan and said earnestly:
"MV is also an organic part of the song. Fans don't pay much attention to it now. The reason is the perfunctory singer's production."

"The fans definitely don't like to watch those mvs with a cloudy plot, unknown so-called, ugly choreography and swaying mirror movements."

"After all, it all depends on the camera's face and electronic music. It's just shocking to them, but our mv will definitely not be like this."

"Are you so confident in your own planning?" Zhao Wanqi began to tear down the stage: "The environment is like this. Even if we make it carefully, there is a high probability that it will be thankless."

It's not that Zhao Wanqi doesn't want to make an MV. After all, it seems quite interesting to go to major scenic spots with Wen Yan to shoot scenes.

She would say this because she understands the current market trend and worries that Wen Yan has too many expectations, and the harvest will not match the expectations, which will form a psychological gap.

"You don't have to worry about these, you just need to be responsible for posing." Wen Yan smiled and reassured: "Let me take care of the rest."

Why is the strange Zhao Wanqi blinking her eyes and no longer rejecting Wen Yan's proposal, she nodded slightly and said:

"Okay then, my sister will hand it over to you in the afternoon, I promise to listen to your arrangements."

……

The afterglow of the sunset, the sunset is intoxicating.

Bihai Jinsha, located in the well-known bay tourist area in the south of Modu, is a blue sea with rippling blue waves.

As a beach on the verge of Hangcheng Bay, it is like a smooth mirror, intercepting a section of the blue sky, embedded in the node where the sea and land meet, crystal clear and clear, giving people an infinite sense of beauty.

Looking at the scene in front of him, a short sentence appeared in Wen Yan's heart:
The fishing boat sings late, I am at ease.

At this time, Zhao Wanqi was wearing a white dress, running hard on the beach with bare feet, with the sea breeze blowing her clothes, her beautiful face had a touch of determination and perseverance.

Although her chest was violently heaving and she was out of breath, she still ran hard into the distance, and the long series of footprints left on the beach wet by the waves were left behind by her. .

The setting sun dyes the sea orange-yellow, like sprinkling a layer of broken gold on the sea surface, and the girl running hard on the beach has become the most beautiful poem and painting:

The sunset, the beach, the waves, and the girl with the flying skirt should be the most beautiful yearning for the sea for young people. The eyes follow the sand, the deep and shallow footprints, Wen Yan thought in his heart.

"Sister Li, let me take a look at the set of shots just now." Wen Yan waved to the female photographer not far away.

In order to ensure the quality of the mv, Wen Yan asked Zhou Hongwei to find a professional photographer. Although he can provide ideas and know the effect he wants to create, he himself is ignorant of photography.

After all, he is not Mr. Chen, and he doesn't have such good photography skills as others.

"How's the effect?" Zhou Hongwei also came over.

"Alright." Wen Yan nodded.

"Huh, it's finally over." Zhou Hongwei's chest heaved slightly, and she was obviously relieved.

She smiled and said, "If it's not good, Wan Qi will definitely take care of you later. You let her run away dozens of times this time, so there's a bit of personal grievance in it."

"Cough cough... Sister Hong, how can you say that?" Wen Yan was a little embarrassed.

He straightened his face and said solemnly, "Art is a serious matter, and we should strive for excellence."

"Is that so?" Zhou Hongwei said somewhat mockingly: "I thought you wanted to appreciate it a few more times. Your sister Wanqi is running wildly on the beach with bare feet."

"Did you feel the surging waves?" Her gaze shifted to the distant horizon.

I don't know if I'm talking about rolling waves or a girl running back.

Well, based on Wen Yan's understanding of this young mature woman, the possibility of the latter may be greater.

So, he didn't pick up the conversation, but changed the subject and said, "Okay, since we're all done, then we can call it a day."

This beach in Bihaijinsha was the last filming location for the song mv. Before that, he had taken Zhao Wanqi and recorded a lot of scenes in several other scenic spots.

The full name of the MV is Music Video, also known as "sound and picture", which is also "music video":
Refers to short films that go together with music, modern music videos, mainly produced as promotional music recordings.

Wen Yan felt that the footage shot this afternoon, after editing later, would definitely meet his psychological expectations.

Not to mention how much it plays a role in the promotion and charting of the song, at least it can better interpret the meaning of the song and let the audience understand his expression.

In fact, the music video of this song was filmed on Earth in Hualien County, Baodao Province. Bluestar also has a similar location, but Wen Yan did not list it as a filming location.

The main reason is that the distance is a bit long, and it takes a lot of time to come and go, and since Zhao Wanqi's album is about to be released, Wen Yan also found a suitable shooting location nearby.

Of course, he didn't perfunctory, what he wanted to express was the spiritual core, he has already interpreted it well, and this is also the way he thinks is most suitable for Zhao Wanqi's shooting.

"Huhu." Zhao Wanqi walked over with her head drooping and complained to Wen Yan:

"Xiaoyan, why did you toss for so long, I'm exhausted."

"That's right, you can see that Wan Qi is about to fall apart. Brother Wen, you're too picky." Zhou Hongwei added:

"Don't hurry up and beat her legs to relieve muscle fatigue, so as not to have backache and leg pain tomorrow and delay the recording of the album."

"Go and go." Zhao Wanqi blushed and said angrily, "Sister Hong, take the staff to settle the salary first, I'm going to rest here for a while."

"Okay, then let Xuedi Wen accompany you here." Zhou Hongwei beckoned to the staff in the distance and went to the nanny car shop in the parking space.

Before leaving, he muttered, "I think I'm an eyesore."

Wen Yan: "..."

After everyone left, Zhao Wanqi no longer cared about her image. She sat down on the beach and said to Wen Yan:

"Xiaoyan, come over and rub my leg for me, it's sore."

Looking at the curves of the eldest sister's smooth calves and her tender feet, Wen Yan swallowed and spit:
"Sister Wanqi, this, this is not good."

"Haha...you are beautiful." Zhao Wanqi rolled her eyes: "Do you really want to help me loosen my muscles?"

"Come here and lend me a shoulder to lean on." Zhao Wanqi patted the place beside her.

Huh, fortunately so, Wen Yan breathed a sigh of relief, otherwise he wouldn't know if he should refuse.

Leaning on Wen Yan's shoulder, looking at the afterglow of the setting sun, Zhao Wanqi squinted her beautiful eyes slightly, and she remembered a sentence:

Those who can blow the sea breeze together are probably a kind of fate.

After half an hour.

The afterglow of the sunset has gradually dissipated, and the distant cities are lit up with thousands of neon lights!

Wen Yan's shoulders were already sore, and Zhao Wanqi still had no intention of going back. When he was hesitating whether to open his mouth to remind him, he heard the sound of "dididi" on the beach in the distance.

Wen Yan thought it was Zhou Hongwei who was reminding the two, but following the voice, he saw:
a familiar suv
Wen Yan couldn't help shivering, maybe the sea breeze in the early summer was a bit biting?

(End of this chapter)