Mr. Bo, my wife is going on a date with someone again.

Shen Wanci lowered her eyes and glanced at the hand he was holding her. When she raised her head, she glared at Bo Jingzhou angrily: "If I didn't believe you, you would have been sleeping in the corridor with your quilt in your arms."

The photographer and makeup artist Bo Jingzhou was looking for were already at the door. He opened the door and let people in.

Shen Wanci has a good background, and Bo Jingzhou required that the difference between the photos and the real person should not be too big. The makeup, styling and choosing clothes took less than half an hour.

The shooting went smoothly. Although the two of them are not professional models, they have good looks and good figures. As long as they are not shot from a dead angle, they will look good no matter what.

The photographer hadn't taken on such an easy job for a long time: "Very good, let's take a few more photos of the fight on the bed, and the shooting will be over."

As soon as Shen Wancci sat down on the bed, he froze.

This bed... shakes.

This was a waterbed to add interest. She finally understood why it was called a couple's room.

The photographer lowered his head and flipped through the photos he had taken before. When he saw her sitting on the edge of the bed, not moving, he said, "Miss Shen, don't be nervous. The photo taken like that was just fine."

Shen Wanci turned to look at Bo Jingzhou. The man was arranging his clothes and did not look at her.

She squeaked at him twice.

Bo Jingzhou raised his eyes and looked over. Shen Wanci froze and didn't move. His eyes kept pointing to the bed underneath him.

After understanding what she meant, Bo Jingzhou smiled. He originally wanted to tease her, but he was afraid of making her angry. He held back his smile and said, "You guys go out first. That's all for today's shooting. We have this I'll have the suit delivered to your studio tomorrow."

"Okay, Mr. Bo."

Soon, only Shen Wanci and Bo Jingzhou were left in the room. He walked over and sat down next to her. The bed rose and fell with his movements, and Shen Wanci's body rose and fell uncontrollably. A few times.

He asked: "Do you like it?"

The man's aura enveloped her, and without the outsider around, Shen Wanci's body had completely relaxed. She put her hands back, leaned back, and looked at Bo Jingzhou with a half-smile: "Well, not bad, let's get started. "

After saying that, she crossed one of her legs and put it on Bo Jingzhou's body, raising her chin to signal him to hurry up.

"..." Bo Jingzhou wasn't sure if the two of them were talking about the same thing: "Start with what?"

Shen Wanci lay on the bed and said calmly: "Serve me."

Her tone was calm, her eyes were clear, and there was no ambiguity, but she seemed to be teasing him with countless hooks.

Bo Jingzhou, who originally wanted to see Shen Wanci being teased by him, said, "...you only dare to be in a quarrel, right?"

He moved his hand up little by little along Shen Wanci's leg. The movement was very gentle, and a numb itch arose where his fingertips touched: "Who was sitting there nervously and motionless just now?"

This feeling is really excruciating.

Shen Wanci wanted to take her legs back, but was stopped by Bo Jingzhou. He covered her and the movements of his hands became more and more wild.

She bit her lip hard, kicked Bo Jingzhou in the leg, and glared at him angrily: "Are you not good at it?"

"Heh..." There was a harmless smile in the man's dark eyes, "As I get older, I enjoy the feeling of foreplay more. Besides, you have the final say whether it's okay or not."

He pinched Shen Wanci's body, and the woman gasped and cursed: "Go away, no more, go wash up and go to bed."

Bo Jingzhou's fingers touched her face, "Didn't you say you want me to serve you? I'm serving you now, why are you still angry?"

Shen Wanci: "..."

As dawn approached, she finally understood the meaning of Bo Jingzhou's words, "You have the final say whether it works or not."

……

One month after the competition, the excitement has finally subsided, and we have almost gone to all the meetings and museums that should be held.

Sitting at his long-awaited workstation, someone let out a long sigh, "I can finally return to normal work. During this period, I was almost turned into a dog by the curator. I am such an old bone. I can’t stand the tossing.”

Just as he was talking, Director Yu walked in with a few unfamiliar faces, "This is the new intern recruited by the museum, Xiaoxia, please make arrangements. Wanwan, please come to my office."

In the office, Director Yu handed her a personnel resume: "Everyone else has assistants. When you entered the museum, there were not many people, so we didn't arrange it for you. Take a look at this resume, and if you think it's suitable, then Let him follow you."

Hearing that it was the assistant's information, Shen Wanci didn't even look through it and returned it directly: "No, I'm used to doing it myself. Give it to other teachers."

"Buanwan..." Director Yu had something to say, "How about we arrange one so that I can help you with some trivial matters. This person named Fang Mowei is still a fan of yours. He came to our museum to apply for a job because of you. .”

When Director Yu spoke, his face was full of embarrassment. Shen Wanci had never seen him like this before. He said with a bit of laughter and tears: "Director, just tell me, do I really need this person?"

Director Yu pointed to the sky, which meant that this man was well-connected and tough, "He's here to chase stars. Just go through the motions and lead the whole group to find some trivial work for him to do. A third-generation official like this , they don’t have much patience, they just go back when they’ve had enough fun.”

"..." Director Yu spoke in person. What else could Shen Wanci say? She opened her resume and saw that the man in the photo had a handsome face and a smile on his lips. Although he did not study his major in college, he had been painting since he was a child. He even won prizes for painting, and his job as an assistant was more than adequate.

I hope he won't be too famous and bully others based on his family background.

Back in the workroom, the other interns were already busy with their own business. Only the one named Fang Mowei was still standing there, seemingly waiting for her.

Seeing her, Fang Mowei was very happy: "I finally met my idol, Wanwan. I am Fang Mowei. Uncle Yu said that I can be your assistant."

This person with connections really wasn't afraid at all that others would know that he came in through the back door.

"Hello." Shen Wanci nodded slightly to him, walked to his desk and sat down.

Fang Mowei: "Is there anything you want me to do?"

She had never had an assistant since she entered the industry, and she really didn't know what to do with him. The cultural relics on her hands had been restored to the last detail, and there was nothing he, a novice outside the profession, could do to help. After thinking: "Please pour me a glass of water."

After saying that, I remembered the identity of Fang Guan Sandai, and he probably wouldn't do this kind of thing like serving tea and water for others: "Forget it, no need..."

Before she finished speaking, Fang Mowei had already turned around to pour water.

Shen Wanci looked at his back and had a better impression of him, he was quite diligent.

Fang Mowei walked to her side holding water: "Wanwan, your water."

Just as she reached out to pick it up, she smelled a familiar scent coming from him. It was very familiar, but she temporarily forgot where she had smelled it.