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

There are three themes to shoot today, one is ancient beauty, one is futuristic science fiction, and one is fashionable girl.

Fang Qingqing sat there and cooperated with the makeup artist to put on makeup.

Liu Zhenzhen leaned in front of the dressing table and looked at her. He didn't realize how sad his eyes were.

Fang Qingqing obeyed the makeup artist's request and opened her eyes to look up, and saw the endless sadness in her manager's eyes.

I felt "stupefied."

"Ah, honey, you can't be serious, are you? You can believe everything I say. If I were no longer here, wouldn't you be deceived out of your pants?"

After saying that, I still laughed heartlessly.

Liu Zhenzhen was angry and sad, staring at her with big heroic eyes filled with tears.

Fang Qingqing panicked when she saw this.

He quickly started to coax with a soft tone and said a lot of nice words before Liu Zhenzhen said:

"I'll wait outside while you melt slowly."

Fang Qingqing:......

I swallowed, my mouth was too dry.

She raised her eyes and looked at the makeup artist and hairstylist behind her with clear eyes and asked:

"Did I say the wrong thing just now?"

The few people behind were stunned and laughed to death, having no idea what they were talking about.

In order to prevent the situation from being too embarrassing, the hairstylist with relatively high emotional intelligence raised her orchid finger and said, "You were so flattering just now."

Fang Qingqing:......

Fang Qingqing pursed her lips, she was not in the habit of flattering.

The few people behind him looked at each other and felt embarrassed, so they stopped talking and worked quietly.

Fang Qingqing has a good foundation and is very malleable. With a set of makeup, her temperament and atmosphere immediately come up.

The makeup artist and stylist looked at their carefully crafted work and were extremely satisfied.

"Teacher Fang, you were really blind with your face before. Look, with a little modification, it can look so beautiful. I really don't know what you did with this face before."

The makeup artist said quite indignantly.

Fang Qingqing:? ? ?

"Then are you praising me or not?"

"Of course I am complimenting you. If you have any activities in the future, ask me to do your makeup. I will charge the full payment and give you a 20% discount. How about it? We have a perfect face and perfect hands. Together, it will definitely amaze the entire entertainment industry!”

The makeup artist was so confident that she began to brag about herself.

The stylist was anxious and quickly squeezed to the front, "Add me, add me, and I'll give you a 30% discount."

His 30% discount earned him a look from the makeup artist.

Fang Qingqing's mouth twitched, and she looked at the two people who were secretly poking at each other. She rolled her eyes and asked, "Are you still charged?"

Makeup artist:…

Stylist:…

The two of them were silent for a long time, then looked at each other and gritted their teeth as if they were cutting flesh: "If you want to have sex for nothing, that's fine. When the time comes to let your publicity promote you, bring us with you."

Fang Qingqing took a sip of iced coffee through a straw and said regretfully, "But I didn't promote it."

In one sentence, makeup artists and stylists were completely put to rest.

The two were silent for a while.

The makeup artist dropped two words as if it was hot: withdraw, turned around and ran away.

The stylist followed closely: "Withdraw."

Fang Qingqing persuaded him to stay behind, "Hey, don't be like this. If you have something to discuss, I can do the publicity myself. The effect is great."

The two people covered their ears and just ran. They couldn't believe that Mrs. Jingquan Yun couldn't afford publicity.

I just felt that Fang Qingqing wanted to have sex for free and didn't want to play with them at all.

Photographers outside have already started urging me.

Fang Qingqing was wearing a slim straight dress. She couldn't move forward and was almost held back by the staff.

She smiled and said to the left: "I can walk by myself."

Then he smiled and said on the right: "I can walk by myself."

They were all politely declined by the staff with a smile.

"We can help you walk."

On the way, I met Liu Zhenzhen who was smoking in the smoking area and called her name for help. Liu Zhenzhen raised his chin handsomely and said with a smile: "Go ahead."

Fang Qingqing:......

Fortunately, the scenery was not too far away, so Fang Qingqing was placed there.

The dress was too tight and she stood there posing according to the photographer's prompts.

She had studied the photo poses of those big models before she came here, and her poses were not very good after adapting to them. The photographer became more and more excited.

He originally planned to take fifty pictures of the black gift, but he unexpectedly took about a hundred pictures.

The editor-in-chief of Marie Claire stood aside and watched with satisfaction. Unexpectedly, Fang Qingqing arrived at the critical moment, her posture was in place, she greeted the magazine's publicity, and quickly took some boring photos on the spot to invest in publicity.

She must sell this issue of the magazine!

While the second look was being shot on-site, the promotional draft of the first pure black fashion look had already been circulated online.

Fang Qingqing's resources have exploded recently. Whether she is a resource person or because of her own traffic, she has attracted a lot of attention.

In the high-end apartment of Fanhai International.

Su Jialuo looked at Fang Qingqing's magazine cover promotion on Weibo's hot search, and her nails were digging into her flesh.

Lai Yuankai looked at her with worry, and dared to speak after a while.

"Baby, don't be sad. Although the editor-in-chief of the magazine has contacted us before, it is just an autumn and winter cover after all. The editor-in-chief has said that the opening cover of the next year will be left to you. That is what suits you. Position and identity.”

The other assistants and executive brokers also glanced at each other fearfully, not daring to breathe.

Recently, their Luo Bao lost a lot of temper because of Fang Qingqing.

I don't dare to make her angry again.

Just when everyone thought Su Jialuo was going to get angry again, they saw her smile contemptuously.

Throwing all the Table Mountain magazines on the ground, he said arrogantly:

"It's just a local crappy magazine, it can't compare with the big international magazines. Only if I can't compete with it can it be worthy of my status."

Seeing that she was not angry, Lai Yuankai immediately stepped forward and flattered her.

"Yes, Luo Bao, you are right. We were just doing it for the sake of the editor-in-chief. Now they can even ask someone like Fang Qingqing to shoot the cover. The already low level has become a bit lower. , let’s not care, wait until I contact several foreign fashion magazines, and then we will slap them in the face!”

Lai Yuankai gritted his teeth as he spoke.

Su Jialuo raised her eyebrows and clicked on Qingqing's photo on the top of her phone with her beautifully manicured hand.

"She has only a few more days to live in glory, so let's just leave some last images of her in this world. Hmm~ What do you think this black-and-white photo is best suited for?"

She smiled contemptuously and turned to look at Lai Yuankai.

Lai Yuankai, who was familiar with the vicious operations in the entertainment industry, understood immediately.

"Okay, I'll make arrangements right away!"

Picking up the magazine on the ground, he led his henchmen out of Su Jialuo's room.

Su Jialuo stood up, opened the curtains and looked outside.

From this perspective, you can just see the wide road below.

She clenched her fingers, gritted her teeth, and couldn't hide the excitement in her eyes:

"Fang Qingqing, your death is coming."