Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

Fu Zheng had no choice but to explain, "I sent someone to follow him. I originally wanted to find something to do with him, but I didn't expect to take such a photo. Ah Liang, believe me, this photo is definitely real. I'm just afraid that you won't Trust me, I sent it to you from a strange account."

Wen Liang crossed his arms across his chest and looked at Fu Zheng playfully, his eyes as bright as a torch without saying a word.

It's a lie as soon as you hear it.

If he really sent someone to follow Richard, he would definitely find out that Richard was a waiter at the bar, but he obviously didn't know that now.

Fu Zheng smiled coquettishly and said sincerely, "Ah Liang, believe me."

Wen Liang smiled and pointed at the woman in the photo, "Do you know this person?"

"I don't know... I know."

Meeting Wen Liang's gaze, Fu Zheng's eyes flashed, he changed his words, and said innocently, "I asked her to seduce Richard, but I didn't expect him to take the bait. Let me tell you, even if I didn't let her Go ahead, people like Richard will cheat sooner or later."

"So I still have to thank you?"

"Ah."

"Well, you big-headed devil, get out."

She shouldn't be soft-hearted towards Fu Zheng.

She should have thought that Fu Zheng would definitely cause trouble, and he would not give up so easily.

"A Liang, I really..."

Wen Liang didn't give him a chance to speak, and pushed him out, "Get out."

"A Liang, Richard is not a reliable person, please give me another chance..." Fu Zheng said as he stepped back.

With a bang, the door closed.

Fu Zheng looked at the door panel and touched his nose.

Wen Liang returned to the sofa, sat down, and started eating lunch.

Not to mention, the rice cooked by Fu Zheng does taste good.

Wen Liang continued working in the afternoon and suddenly received a message from the editor-in-chief.

The editor-in-chief said, "Fei, we need a photographer for an inside page of the new issue of our company's financial magazine. Other photographers are unavailable. Can you come?"

Wen Liang replied, "When will the filming take place? When is the delivery time?"

"The shooting will take place tomorrow, and the delivery time is almost a month away, so don't be in a hurry."

"That's fine."

Wen Liang agreed and asked, "Who is the interviewee this time? Do you have any photos?"

"The interviewee is the person in charge of Brown Technology Co., Ltd. in New York. There are no photos. Let's see if I can get a photo of him in his life. His secretary said that he likes a simple and bright style. You should pay attention to it."

"Okay, I understand." Wen Liang replied.

But she was curious, wouldn't financial pages like this usually be interviewed and photographed directly in the office?

Is the New York company office located in Philadelphia?

She thought for a while and asked, "Where is the shooting location? Their office or studio?"

"Photo studio." The editor replied, "Their secretary has replied and will be here on time."

"Okay." Wen Liang suppressed the doubts in his heart.

Until the filming started, the editor did not get a photo of the person in charge.

However, the focus of such a financial guru should be on the content of the interview.

After all, such high-level executives are generally older, and their image is there. No matter how much they are photographed, they still have the same face, and there are no fans to pick at the details.

Wen Liang submitted the first draft of the commercial for the new pair of rings, but the person in charge has not yet responded.

The next day, Wen Liang went to the studio at the magazine, where the staff was already setting up the scene.

At [-]:[-], the editor-in-chief sent a message saying that the person in charge had arrived at the dressing room and was putting on makeup.

At about nine o'clock, Wen Liang heard a commotion outside and subconsciously turned his head to look over.

The leader is a young man with a handsome face and tall figure. He is wearing a crisp navy blue suit. He looks forward and walks elegantly and casually. He nods from time to time and communicates with the people next to him. His every move is full of dignity. feel.

On his left was a strange man, and on his right was the editor-in-chief whom Wen Liang knew.

Followed by makeup artists and assistants.

Wen Liang twitched the corner of his mouth, looked at Fu Zheng, and said subconsciously, "Why are you here?"

The editor-in-chief and others stopped in front of Wen Liang. When they heard what she said, they were about to ask her if she knew Mr. Charles. They are both Chinese and in Philadelphia, so it was normal for them to know each other.

Unexpectedly, the man on the left glanced at the heroine displeasedly and said first, "You are the photographer in charge of shooting today, right? How can you talk to Mr. Charles?"

Fu Zheng smiled lightly and winked at Wen Liang, "It doesn't matter."

The editor also said, "Fei definitely didn't mean it. Come on, Fei, let me introduce to you. This is Mr. Charles, the head of Brown Technology, and this is White, the editor-in-chief of the financial magazine. Mr. Charles, this is the person responsible for shooting for you today." Photographer, Fei.”

Wen Liang understood something and stared at Fu Zheng with a sinister look, "Hello, sir, Mr. Cha!"

Fu Zheng is her subject today? ! ? !

No wonder there is no name or photo! !

"Hello, happy to work with you." Fu Zheng's expression remained unchanged.

"Mr. Charles is broad-minded and won't argue with you. Be careful next time you speak." White glared at Wen Liang.

Wen Liang twitched the corner of his mouth and responded, "Yes, Mr. Charles, I'm sorry, I just recognized the wrong person."

"Oh? Who do you recognize?"

"My scumbag ex-husband."

Fu Zheng: "..."

Seeing that the man on the left was about to have a seizure, Wen Liang hurriedly explained, "Look at me, Mr. Charles looks better than Pan An. How can he compare with you? He is not even worthy of carrying your shoes!"

Fu Zheng: "...There's no need to say that."

Wen Liangpi glanced at Fu Zheng with a non-smiling look, gritted his teeth and said, "I won't mention him anymore, it's bad luck. It's a real honor for me to photograph you."

Wen Liang was already in front of him, and Wen Liang couldn't go back on his word, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and take the shot.

"Where, I heard that you are also Chinese? It is easy to communicate. You will be responsible for all my shooting in the future, right?"

Wen Liang smiled: "..."

Fu Zheng smiled and blinked, feeling soft in his heart when he saw the warm and cool expression on his face.

I really want to go up and pinch her face to see if Wen Liang will explode.

White said, "Why don't you thank Mr. Charles?"

"Thank you, thank you, check, Er, Si, sir!"

"It's getting late, let's start shooting quickly." The editor said.

"it is good."

Wen Liang glanced at Fu Zheng, raised his chin towards the background, and said in a bad tone, "Go and sit down over there."

White frowned when he heard this, "You..." What way of speaking?

Before he finished speaking, the editor-in-chief pulled him and nuzzled in the direction of Fu Zheng, "Mr. Charles isn't even angry, so why are you angry? When you meet a fellow countryman in a foreign country, you won't care about this."

White looked over and saw Fu Zheng sitting down on the seat obediently. He didn't look angry at all, but instead smiled and had a gentle expression.

White: "."

All right, he's meddling.

In order for Wen Liang to work smoothly, Fu Zheng was very cooperative.

Wen Liang took a few pictures, stopped, zoomed in, and shook his head slightly.

Not very satisfied with these pictures.

Took a few more pictures.

Wenliang zoomed in and looked through it, still a little dissatisfied.

White and the editor-in-chief had been watching from the sitting area nearby.

Seeing Wen Liang's brows furrowed, as if he was in trouble, White frowned again, "Is the photographer you recommended good?"