Goddaughter CEO fishes for Qin Xun and Xia Ning

Wearing only underwear and underwear, take another set?

Song Ying looked at the photographer in front of her, the hairs all over her body stood up one by one, and she was so nervous that she dug her fingers into the ground.

She looked at Qin Xun quietly, stubbornly saying nothing, refusing to give in.

When Qin Xun saw this, he smiled and put down the camera.

"That's it?"

"Where did this go?"

"Wearing underwear and underwear, it's not revealing at all!"

Song Ying pursed her lips and stopped talking.

Qin Xun looked at her with a playful expression and continued.

"After we finish the photo where we are only wearing underwear, we will do another photo where the whole body is stripped off. One hand is placed in front of the murderer to cover two points, and the other hand is covering the other point."

He saw that the face of the little girl in front of him changed obviously, and she was a little panicked, so he pretended to comfort her.

"It's not revealing at all!"

Song Ying looked at Qin Xun and clenched her hands nervously.

She knew there were such photos, and had even seen larger-scale ones.

But she wasn't prepared to take it all at once!

She is!

This kind of thing always has to be done slowly.

Seeing the proud smile on Qin Xun's face, Song Ying became angry, pointed at his nose, and said fiercely.

"I will sue you!"

Qin Xunyi shrugged.

"casual."

Song Ying was stunned and said again.

"Deduct your salary!"

Qin Xun didn't care.

"casual."

Seeing that he was as afraid of boiling water as a dead pig, Song Ying jumped slightly in anxiety.

"Fire you!"

Qin Xun sighed.

"All right!"

Song Ying: "..."

She was about to cry!

No wonder this photographer is wearing a cowboy hat and a black mask. It turns out that he is not an artist, but a pervert.

Qin Xun looked at the childish girl in front of him and taught her earnestly in the tone of a school dean.

"Little girl!"

"Never take off your clothes so cleanly in front of strangers again."

"Men are not only interested in naked women."

Song Ying felt strange.

Why did this photographer suddenly become a life coach?

Isn't his job just to take photos of various women every day?

Is he going to ruin his job?

Song Ying frowned.

"I want you to take care of it!"

suddenly!

"woo woo woo woo--"

There was a rush of ambulance sounds downstairs.

Qin Xun turned his head and looked down from the window, only to see a young man being carried into an ambulance on a stretcher.

It was the photographer who was chatting with him just now. He must be suffering from diarrhea and collapse.

No wonder he hasn't come back for so long.

When Song Ying saw Qin Xun confronting her, she was distracted by looking at the excitement outside the window, feeling that he was looking down on her.

She became even more dissatisfied and said loudly.

"Hey Hey hey!"

"What are you looking at?"

Qin Xun turned his head, looked at the almost angry girl, and smiled slightly.

"I'm watching... this... photographer from the studio being pulled into an ambulance!"

"He had diarrhea and was pulled into the ambulance. Isn't it strange?"

Song Ying: "???"

As soon as this word comes out.

The air in the room seemed to have stopped flowing.

Terribly quiet.

Song Ying frowned, looked at Qin Xun, and asked word by word.

"then who are you?"

Qin Xun took off the lanyard around his neck, put the camera back on the stool, and said calmly.

"I'm just passing by a soy sauce shop, just a passerby."

Song Ying looked at Qin Xun, and the scene just now flashed through his mind.

Scratching your head?

Posturing?

Stick your butt out?

charm?

Liberating nature? !

Song Ying was stunned.

She was stunned for a long time. After a while, she regained her consciousness.

Song Ying looked at the pervert wearing a mask in front of her with a look of horror on her face, folded her hands on her chest, and screamed.

The sound was so loud it could almost drown out the sound of the ambulance.

"Il-propriety!"

Qin Xun: "!!!"

His eardrums were so shocked that he covered his ears with both hands. He waited until she stopped screaming before putting his hands down.

Qin Xun looked at Song Ying with a speechless expression.

"You obviously took it off yourself, I didn't force you."

Song Ying said angrily.

"Then why don't you first say that you are not a photographer?"

Qin Xun raised his eyebrows.

"I wanted to say it at least three times, but you interrupted me every time."

Song Ying shook her head and covered her ears.

"I don't listen!"

"I do not care!"

Qin Xun: "..."

Damn you little bitch!

Gradually, a group of people gathered at the door and poked their heads inside.

There was a lot of discussion.

suddenly.

A familiar voice to Qin Xun rang out from the crowd.

"Let me go, please let me go."

He turned around and saw Xia Ning wearing professional attire, pushing through the crowd and walking in.

Xia Ning walked to the studio and looked at Qin Xun, who was wearing a mask and hat and dressed strangely, and then at the girl next to him who was wearing cool clothes.

Her eyes were suspicious and she frowned slightly.

"What happened between you two?"

Qin Xun hasn't spoken yet.

Song Ying spoke first, pointed at Qin Xun's nose, and cursed.

"Sister, this gangster wants to take a naked photo of me!"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar at the door.Qin Xun: "!!!"

He turned to look at Song Ying, feeling even more unjust than Dou E.

When Xia Ning heard this, she was startled. She turned around and closed the door to isolate the crowd.

She glared at Qin Xun and then looked at Song Ying, wanting to ask why.

Although Qin Xun is not a good person, he is not that bad.

"Little girl, you..."

Not finished.

But he saw Song Ying running to the locker room. After a while, she ran out fully dressed and took out her mobile phone.

She pointed at Qin Xun.

"I'm going to call the police and arrest him!"

Qin Xun: "???" Xia Ning was a little nervous, so she quickly walked over and pressed her phone.

"Speak well if you have something to say."

Qin Xun lost his temper, stopped Xia Ning, picked up the camera from the stool, and opened the photos inside.

Show it to Xia Ning.

"Xiao Xia, look at it, are there any fruit photos here?"

"How can the police believe her?"

Xia Ning looked down and saw that the interface was a picture with a pair of small feet on it.

There was only one pair of feet and no one was photographed.

She glanced at Song Ying's feet subconsciously.

Qin Xun pressed the keys quickly.

Pictures flashed by, showing pairs of feet.

While pressing it, he talked about the whole story.

After hearing this, Xia Ning breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's all a misunderstanding."

suddenly.

She noticed that Song Ying leaned her head over and stared at the camera for a while, her expression becoming ugly.

Song Ying raised her head and stared at Qin Xun.

"You...you pervert with a foot fetish."

"It's so boring!" Qin Xun snorted, too lazy to pay attention to her.

Song Ying opened the door, looked at Qin Xun and Xia Ning, and made a gesture of invitation.

"It turns out that you are all in the same group!"

"You all get out!"

"I have important things to do later, and I will settle the score with you later!"

She was angry, but Xia Ning knew that she had actually calmed down.

She can't win if she calls the police.

It just adds to the trouble.

Qin Xun and Xia Ning squeezed through the people eating melons at the door and walked to the corridor outside the studio.

He sat down on a chair not far away.

Seeing that there was no melon to eat, the melon-eating crowd gradually dispersed.

Xia Ning looked at the time and saw that it was already two fifty, which was immediately the three o'clock agreed upon with the little rich woman.

suddenly!

Qin Xun and Xia Ning thought of a question at the same time, looked at each other suddenly, and said in unison with strange expressions on their faces.

"Could it be that……"

Xia Ning took out her cell phone and dialed the little rich woman's number.

Qin Xun looked at the name displayed on her mobile phone - "Ms. Song Ying", then turned to look at the closed door of Studio No. 6.

Across the door, a cell phone could be heard faintly ringing inside.

He couldn't help but spit out a curse word.

Coincidentally, the greetings from Xia Ning coincided with each other.

Xia Ning: "Hello?"

Qin Xun: "Fuck!"