God's Palette

She watched helplessly, watching Mianyu get up from the quilt little by little, tidy up her pajamas, put her feet in the bear slippers, and slowly left the bedroom, but she couldn't say a word.Always get a new camera?It sounds...conspiracy.

At this moment, Mianyu's footsteps stopped.

She stood at the door, turned her head, and looked at Xia Xun who was still sitting beside the bed.

"Those equipments don't need to be wasted."

"...It's a waste, and I'm very distressed."

"Then you will feel distressed slowly. When you have to advance your salary, let me know."

After she finished speaking, she left the bedroom with a blank face, hummed music and got into the bathroom, intending to take a refreshing bath and start the new day.And Xia Xun himself was already cool without taking a shower.

The methods of data analysts are really... terrible.

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't make such a delicious meal.So all night, Xia Xun silently helped Mianyu dig, burn bricks, plant trees, and chop wood with this sad thought in the game.

The next day—

Xia Xun woke up early in the morning, took a bath with the soap bestowed by God, and restored the factory settings for himself.

Moreover, her receptive ability is surprisingly strong, or maybe it is because of being a photographer, looking in the mirror, his body and appearance that seems to be beautiful with broken glass, he actually looks at it with artistic eyes... Appreciate it, appreciate it for a long, long time.

Fortunately, Mianyu thought she had been washing for too long, so she dragged her out of the bathroom, and carefully helped her dry her hair.

On the head, the hot wind was brought out by the hair dryer, and Mianyu's hand was swimming in Xia Xun's hair, which was a very comfortable feeling.But even so, Xia Xun learned to be obedient, and no longer warmed his heart easily, only that the boss must be hiding a conspiracy.

"What are you doing... when you're helping me blow my hair?"

"Why do you like to be cranky?"

"Scared."

"I just want to help you dress up. I bought a lot of clothes for fun." She added, "Besides, you are going out to take pictures in the afternoon, so dresses are definitely inconvenient."

"...dressing?" Xia Xun shrank his neck, feeling like he was going to be someone else's plaything.

Mianyu turned off the hair dryer and started to manage her hair with a comb. At the same time, she pointed to the dress that was left aside and was created by the god of soap bubbles along with Xia Xun's body. The meaning was obvious. Xia Xun only has this dress. not good.

Xia Xun looked at her pajamas, thinking that this boss is so lavish, and he is not a pajamas at home all day long...

I don't know if it was because she noticed her eyes, or if she didn't play with dolls when she was a child, and now she made up for it. Mianyu tossed Xia Xun for three hours, came up with dozens of outfits for her, and photographed each of them with her phone. .

This is the most humiliating experience of being a model in Xia Xun's two lives...

……

In the afternoon, Xia Xun went out early.

Breathable linen cropped trousers, a sleeveless top, and still the short leather boots that fit.

Refreshing and neat, generous.

When she is reflected in the eyes of passers-by, it is enough to become the best memory of this summer in anyone's heart.

The old camera bag given by the grandma was already stuffed with the camera, lens, reflector, cleaning tools and so on.The weather was exactly as she had estimated, cloudy, but clear, and the air was barely clean.

But before going, she made a detour to Wal-Mart, after all, she had to buy new food after she was finished.After that, Xia Xun swept a shared bicycle, leisurely carrying a pile of vegetables, carrying a camera bag, and headed to the shooting venue.

A little while ago—

Ye Liuli, who was well-dressed and considered beautiful, was standing on the side of the road carrying a large bag.And a somewhat old, but very leathery Ford car was parked in front of her.

The driver's window was slowly rolled open, and a sentence came out of it.

"Sorry, Liuli... I'm late." It was Ye Zhuanzhuan.

As a good man of Ye She, photographer Ye Zhuanzhuan is actually a short girl with two very rare dumplings. She looks like a junior high school student. Well received.

"I hate you, Sister Zhuanzhuan." Ye Liuli said, opened the door, and got in angrily.

"Feel sorry……"

"You clearly said that you couldn't spare the time, but... in the end, I made an appointment with a photographer, so you have time to help me?" In the back seat, Ye Liuli lowered her head and said depressed words, "If you can help me Shoot, I won't go looking for anyone else."

Ye Zhuanzhuan started the car with an embarrassed face. This time, she came to be the logistics.

That is to carry the bag for the photographer, play the reflector, and help the coser to do the hard work of this and that.

She had something to do and couldn't help Liuli take pictures, but this weird post bar photographer caused quite a stir, and Ye Zhuanzhuan was ordered by the high-level to check the level of this post bar photographer.

At the same time, he was responsible for ensuring the quality of the film. The coser didn't understand it, and it was very likely that he would send out bad photos and destroy Ye She's reputation. Therefore, Ye Zhuanzhuan was the one who came to check.

This made Liuli very aggrieved.

"Sister Zhuanzhuan, you obviously have time..."

"This is an arrangement in the club... It is said that the eldest lady was disturbed."

"……real?"

Zhuanzhuan kept nodding his head, and the two balls on his head dangled.And when she heard the name of the eldest lady, that is, their president, Liu Li's negative emotions suddenly disappeared.

This is no small matter, I can't be tantrums anymore, it's time to focus on shooting in the afternoon.

I'll be able to meet the Post Bar photographer soon, but I don't know what kind of professional equipment they brought here, and what kind of master style they have.In this regard, Liuli and Zhuanzhuan are full of expectations.

Chapter 033 Yes, that's it (seeking a monthly ticket)