The little stepmother is poor and crazy, and the Buddhist disciples in Beijing kneel down and pamper

When they arrived at the shooting location, Liu Zhenzhen was already waiting there.

What we are going to shoot today is the autumn and winter cover of Marie Claire magazine, which is the top magazine in the fashion industry. The photographer is also internationally famous.

Perhaps it was because Fang Qingqing was in the limelight recently, or perhaps because of her status as Mrs. Yun, the editor-in-chief of the magazine personally greeted her at the door.

Seeing Fang Qingqing's car arriving, she stepped forward to greet her with a bright smile.

"Teacher Fang, it is a great honor to have you shoot the autumn and winter cover of our magazine."

The editor-in-chief wears a smart white suit, and the makeup, hair and jewelry are exquisitely and reasonably matched.

Fang Qingqing shook hands with a smile: "If you are so honored, you can take a good photo of me later."

The editor-in-chief was stunned, and the smile on his face froze.

I have long heard that this black and red new top star can choke others to death with just one mouth, and now I have experienced it.

Normal people in the entertainment industry, who wouldn’t reply with “It’s also my pleasure”?

She just doesn't take the usual path.

Maybe this is the reason why she got out of the circle and was hacked.

Fang Qingqing saw her dazed and lost her mind, and squeezed her hand hard: What do you mean, can't you?

The editor came back to his senses and immediately said with a smile: "That's natural. Teacher Fang has 360 degrees and has no blind spots. The photographer we are working with is a very popular photographer recently. He will definitely give you the most out-of-the-box look." Take the most impressive photos.”

Fang Qingqing was satisfied.

"That's great. Anyway, I have no idea about beauty and ugliness. Just don't lie to me."

Fang Qingqing said it so freely and casually. The editor-in-chief heard that there were indeed black lines on his brows. Their magazine didn't have any dirty information. Why did it leave such an impression on others.

"Teacher Fang, don't worry. Our magazine is run with integrity and we don't bully others." The editor-in-chief was so anxious that he couldn't even speak out of his mind.

Fang Qingqing took back the foot she had just raised, leaned back sideways, and asked:

"Then am I a child or an old man?"

Editor-in-Chief:…

The editor-in-chief was asked about her confusion. She thought that she had been in this industry for more than ten years and had seen all kinds of monsters and monsters, but this was the first time she had encountered someone like Fang Qingqing who was so convoluted in her words.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he hesitated: "You are a child..."

Seeing Fang Qingqing narrowing her eyes and smiling at her, she immediately changed her words: "Are you white? Young? Thin? It is a contemporary model face, a new trend in fashion, and synonymous with beauty..."

The editor-in-chief almost finished speaking the representative words in his mind, but he still couldn't see a satisfied expression on Fang Qingqing's face.

Ah, I feel so tired. Why would she join in the fun and invite her here? This is really not something that ordinary people can handle.

Fang Qingqing shook her head, "nonono. I am the stone that turns stone into gold."

The editor-in-chief understood and said very smoothly: "I understand, I am the one who turns stone into gold."

Fang Qingqing shook her finger to take off.

"nonono, you are yourself."

Go ahead and go find her agent with long legs.

The editor-in-chief was confused, and quickly followed behind and asked without giving up, "Then who will give me some advice?"

Fang Qingqing said without looking back: "Of course it's the amazing photographer you hired."

This statement makes sense.

The editor felt that he had had an ineffective conversation, but felt inexplicably disappointed.

Liu Zhenzhen had enough of letting Fang Qingqing talk nonsense, and then came over to comfort the editor: "She is like this, don't take it to heart. I hope today's shooting will go smoothly and happily."

When the editor saw Liu Zhenzhen, he felt as if he were seeing a living person, and took a deep breath to relax.

"Ah, it must be smooth and happy."

The three of them talked and went up to the second floor.

This small building is very artistic, with iron shelves all over the room. When you go up the rusty iron stairs on the second floor, you can see that several scenes have been set up in the open space.

The photographer combed his hair into a full head of dreadlocks and was instructing the lighting engineer on lighting.

The scene was ready, just waiting for Fang Qingqing to put on makeup and start shooting.

Accompanied by the editor-in-chief and Liu Zhenzhen, Fang Qingqing gracefully waved her fingers and greeted everyone present.

"Hello everyone, I'm Fang Qingqing. I've really worked hard on you all today."

"Thank you, photographer."

"Thank you for your hard work, lighting engineer."

"Thank you for your hard work, makeup teacher."

……

Everyone looked at each other in shock. They really didn't expect that the black and red top figure who was rumored to be domineering and crazy could be so polite?

Sure enough, rumors are just rumors, you still have to see it with your own eyes.

The surrounding staff started talking quietly:

"You see, Teacher Fang is so humble, so it must be some dirty material posted by his opponent on the Internet."

"I think so too, and she looks much better than on the Internet. She has good skin, good temperament, and a good person."

"Okay, okay, you know how to gossip, why don't you stop working?"

The photographer is the main controller of the entire shooting location. Seeing Fang Qingqing come in, the staff seriously slowed down the progress of the set and got angry.

The people who had gathered together to whisper scattered around, their hands and eyes busy, tracking Fang Qingqing's figure.

Liu Zhenzhen grabbed Fang Qingqing's clothes and led her into the dressing room.

Fang Qingqing walked over like she was walking on a red carpet, waving all the way, with a smile on her face, and she had the right attitude of a big star.

She felt very humiliated by being dragged along by her agent.

"Ah, what are you doing? Why are you enjoying the aura of a big star?"

She punched Liu Zhenzhen's chest tenderly, and leaned towards her as softly as if she were boneless.

Liu Zhenzhen placed a finger between the two of them, catching the person who was leaning towards him limply.

"My big star, can you be normal? This is not a red carpet. It's just a nice thing to say hello. Why are you working so hard?"

Fang Qingqing has been feeling weird these past two days, and Liu Zhenzhen's heart is hanging.

Fang Qingqing smiled charmingly and winked at her.

"Didn't I tell you before? We might be gone in two days. Why did I leave the sweetest smile and the most beautiful appearance in this world?"

Fang Qingqing said it heartlessly.

Liu Zhenzhen's heart trembled when she heard this. This was not the first time she heard Fang Qingqing say such words.

As the saying goes, misfortune comes from the mouth. Even if you are not superstitious, influenced by traditional culture, everyone still prefers to say auspicious words.

"That's enough, Fang Qingqing. I promise you everything you said. If you are talking nonsense, I will be really angry!"

If you say something once, you may think she is joking. If you say it twice, you may think she is crazy. When she says it a third time, you have to start thinking seriously about the authenticity of what she said.

Fang Qingqing held her fingers between the two of them, and slid her body into her arms as she wished.

"Okay, okay, I got it. You can check it after a while and let the photographer take a better picture of me."

Liu Zhenzhen felt that she was finally normal. Just after he breathed a sigh of relief, he heard her continue:

"In case I'm no longer here, you can still look at my beautiful photos and remember me. At least, I won't be too bad in your memory in the future."

Liu Zhenzhen:! ! !

Liu Zhenzhen was about to cry.

This sounds like an asshole, but I feel really sad.