He was caught fishing at work, and he dragged the female CEO into the water with Qin Xun and Xia Nin

02:30 in the afternoon.

Red Forest Art Photography, Studio 6.

The studio is luxuriously decorated.

Qin Xun was chatting with a 27-year-old young man, talking about money, women, the future, and the war in the Middle East. He was having a lot of fun.

It was as if we felt like old friends at first sight.

Suddenly, the young man clutched his stomach, his face changed drastically, he took off the camera hanging around his neck and placed it on a stool.

"Brother, I guess my stomach hurts from eating drunken crab. I feel a little achy. I need to go to the toilet."

……

In order to do a good job in this planning project and serve customers well, Qin Xun corrected his attitude and arrived at the place agreed with the little rich woman at two o'clock.

A full hour early.

Seeing that there was only one photographer in the studio, I went over to strike up a conversation to relieve my boredom. I didn't expect that he was a talkative person.

The two kept chatting for half an hour.

After the photographer left.

Qin Xun looked at the SLR on the stool, thinking of a master photographer named Chen in his previous life, and couldn't help but feel a little itchy.

He carefully picked up the camera. It was heavy and felt good in his hand.

suddenly.

He saw a cowboy hat hanging on the vertical clothes rack next to him, walked over and put the hat on his head.

He took out another mask and put it on his face.

This was a temporary mask he bought in order to prevent Niu Xiaojun from recognizing him in the company in the next few days. He was prepared to catch the flu all the time.

Qin Xun hung the camera around his neck, imitated the photographer, picked up the camera, and closed one eye.

he murmured in a low voice.

"Girls, spread your legs."

After saying that, Qin Xun got goosebumps all over his body and shook his head.

That master can't really lead people to show off in such a vulgar way, right?

Qin Xun lowered his head and played with the camera when he suddenly heard a female voice coming from a distance.

"Teacher Ma, I'm here!"

He looked up and saw a pretty girl with a single ponytail, full of youthful vitality, hurriedly walking in three meters outside the door.

Qin Xun was startled.

Why are you saying hello so far away? This girl is so impatient?

"I'm Song Ying."

As soon as Song Ying entered the room, she announced her identity.

She took off her pink sun protection clothing and threw it towards the only man in the studio.

It should be the famous photo photographer in the industry - Teacher Ma.

A cowboy hat, a black mask, and a SLR camera, combined together, he looks quite artistic.

But I saw that the photographer had quick eyes and quick hands. He took the sun protection clothing and threw it into the trash can at his feet.

Song Ying was stunned!

She works very fast, and looks a bit sassy to outsiders.

Throw your coat to the boys casually, and the boys will happily take it and hang it on the hanger for you.

This has been the case for the past few years.

The boys were even proud of it and even fought over the clothes.

Unexpectedly, I met a... fool today?

Song Ying pointed to the sun protection clothes in the trash can, her voice a little dissatisfied.

"Teacher, you are..."

Qin Xun glanced down, bent down, picked it up, shook it, hung it on the hanger, and smiled awkwardly.

"Slippery hands, slippery hands."

"I thought you didn't want it!"

Song Ying glanced at the paper scraps and melon peels in the trash can, walked to the clothes rack, took off the sun protection clothing, and threw it into the trash can.

She looked at the eyes on Qin Xun's mask.

"Not now."

There was a faint smell of gunpowder in the air.

Qin Xun looked at her silently, and after a while, he asked without intending to get to know her.

"Little girl, you are here to find..."

Not finished.

He saw the girl wave her hands, turn around and walk into the dressing room in the corner of the room.

"Without further ado."

"I'm in a hurry."

Qin Xun sneered.

He stared at her without saying a word for so long, and when he opened his mouth to speak, he turned around and left.

Isn't this a shame for me?

Soon.

Qin Xun saw the door of the dressing room opened and Song Ying walked out barefoot.

She was only wearing a fiery red tube top on her upper body and a pair of fiery red safety pants on her lower body.

It should be a set, very beautiful and very hot.

Qin Xun was shocked.

"Little girl, what are you doing?"

"Okay, why did you take off your clothes all of a sudden?"

When Song Ying heard him say "take off clothes", she dug her toes on the ground nervously and looked down at herself.

She raised her head, looked at Qin Xun, and frowned slightly.

"Teacher Ma, the tone you used when you said this made me feel like I was exposed. I obviously wasn't exposed at all, okay?"

She tried to keep her tone calm, with a hint of vigor, trying to overwhelm the photographer in front of her.

This is her first time taking photos, and she only plans to take a simple group of photos to try out her skills.

I didn't even dare to tell my family, let alone bring my best friend over, so I had to be as forceful as possible to make myself look like a veteran.

"but I……"

Qin Xun was trying to explain.

He was not a photographer, so there was no need for her to take off such a dangerous look in front of him.

But he was interrupted forcefully by Song Ying.

"No way! Uncle."

"What kind of era is this? You can dress freely, do you understand?"

"Besides, my outfit is very conservative for a photo, right?"

"Uncle, you are also an artist. Now I seriously doubt that your artistic level is low."

She paused and looked Qin Xun up and down, her eyes teasingly provocative.

"Uncle, aren't you shy anymore?"

"Is it possible that you have some evil thoughts in your heart?"

Qin Xun felt unhappy when he heard her calling him "uncle" one after another, and now he heard her slandering him.

Said he was a pervert.

Can this be tolerated?

He opened the cover of the camera, pressed the power button, started the camera, and looked at Song Ying expressionlessly.

"Come on, let's get started!"

……

The two began to perform for each other.

Song Ying, who was taking photos for the first time, boldly showed off her figure in front of the camera in order to appear like a veteran.

Qin Xun, a man who had never played a SLR before, pretended to be an art master.

Sometimes he walked left, sometimes he walked right, sometimes he stood up, sometimes he squatted down, pretending to be looking for good angles.

He kept giving instructions from his mouth.

"Come on, let's take a set first and you can do whatever you want."

Song Ying moved in different postures, no different from her usual movements, except that she didn't wear much clothes today.

Well...it's a bit less.

Listening to the constant "click" sound of the camera in Qin Xun's hand, her nervous heart gradually calmed down.

Qin Xun filmed and directed.

"Simply step in."

"Don't be in a daze!"

"Hey! Put it on your waist, not in your pants."

Song Ying retracted her hand that touched the edge of her trousers, feeling a little annoyed.

"You should speak more civilly."

She regrets it now!

I should find a female photographer.

But others also said that Teacher Ma, you are a good photographer and can discover the beauty of women.

Ugh……

……

Click!

Click!

Click!

Qin Xun began to direct again.

"Come, turn your back to me, lift your buttocks up a little, and then turn around to show a seductive expression."

Song Ying turned her back to him, turning away her red face with a tangled look on her face.

Ah!

It seems like I can’t pretend anymore.

Qin Xun snorted coldly when he saw that she was not cooperating.

"I see that you are also an art student. Now it seems that your artistic level is not very high!"

"Liberating your nature, isn't it taught in school?"

Song Ying heard her mocking words just now and was thrown back by him, a look of awe flashed on her face.

Her eyes were cold and she met Qin Xun's gaze.

Four eyes facing each other.

No one retreats.

The two are competing!

suddenly!

Song Ying raised her hips, narrowed her eyes slightly, and smiled.

"Teacher, is this your expression?"

The smell of gunpowder is stronger in the air.

Qin Xun pressed randomly and nodded.

"Not bad!"

He poked his head out from behind the camera, looked at Song Ying who was pretending to be calm, smiled softly, and said slowly.

"Okay, now you take off your tube top and safety pants, and take another set wearing only your underwear."

Song Ying:? ? ?