Heartthrob's Guide to Rollovers

When Yue Ci changed his clothes and came out, everyone's eyes were on him. Even the reluctant stylists couldn't help but admit that this dress was indeed better than the black court dress that he had ordered before. Be amazing.

The casual clothes adopt the popular neckline style of the Chu Dynasty, with cross-collared right lapel, a five-clawed silver dragon tattooed on the chest, the dragon's head is tilted outwards, and the silvery dragon body slantly sinks into the waist from top to bottom and blends with the belt. , the wide long sleeves were changed by the designer to tight-fitting double-folded sleeves, and the hem is slightly tucked away to make walking more agile. It looks slim and three-dimensional, not only has the charm of the ancients, but also integrates modern avant-garde fashion just right.

In a flash of inspiration, the stylist did not know how many ideas related to styling flashed in his mind. Just as he was about to admire, he found an unresolved problem. She looked at Yueci's right cuff hesitantly, and said: "However, the cuffs still can't be fastened."

No matter how good-looking it is, the bandages tied there are also unpleasant.

Ansel ignored her, rummaging through boxes and boxes to find a roll of bandages. He rolled up the cuff of Koshiki's right hand, making sure that it would not touch the bandage of the wound. Then he took out an unbroken bandage and rolled it up. Wrapped inside, wrapped around a few times, the right hand formed a wounded shape.

Is this fighting fire with fire?The stylist looked over quickly.

Ansel chose a bright red liquid lipstick on the dressing table. The lip brush moved skillfully on the bandage. After a while, he drew the appearance of blood oozing from the bandage. The effect was lifelike and lifelike. Compared with a professional stylist Come no less.

Yue Ci watched his movements and praised with a smile: "The painting skills are so superb, wouldn't it be a shame not to be a painter?"

"I transferred from the Department of Fine Arts to the Department of Photography when I was a sophomore." Ansel said, his eyes were shining brightly after being praised, and if he had twin tails, he would have been wagging: "If you like it, I will do all your styling in the future .”

Yue Ci teased: "That's too talented, and I like your photography works better."

Let me be your exclusive stylist and photographer! Ansel wished he could blurt it out, but he still didn't say it when he remembered the rejection that day, and his expression was a little depressed.

Wan Jin interrupted with a black face who couldn't stand it: "Stop talking about what's there and what's not. What should I do if the styling has been changed? The current styling has completely conflicted with the previous design. Ansel, you should quickly find a way to correct it."

"I already have inspiration." Ansel gave her a cold look, then turned his head and smiled at Yue Ci: "Go to the gate of the Forbidden City to take pictures."

Speaking of the Forbidden City, of course I would not go to the Forbidden City to go to the Forbidden City, but to shoot in the small Forbidden City in the famous local film and television city. Although this is not the real Forbidden City, it is more than enough for magazines.

"Ansel just remembered that one thing is one thing." The stylist and Wan Jin stood together, watching Ansel talk about his inspiration to Yue Ci, and couldn't help worrying: "His such a playful design change can really be shot well. ?"

Wan Jin was very calm: "Yes, although I hate his arrogance and arrogance, but it is enough to show how strong his ability is. The more he plays in front of the battle, the more inspired he is, and the better the effect is, Ghost photographers don’t deserve their reputation.”

If she wasn't really talented, how could she tolerate this annoying gay guy dominating Xi Wei.

Ansel changed the color of the camera to black and white, and the world reflected in the lens is no longer glamorous. Standing outside the palace, Yueci's beautiful face is now empty and indifferent, and the bandaged right hand hangs down weakly. , raised the other hand and slowly pushed open the gate of the Forbidden City.

The black and white world, stained with thick ink, brings endless depression, and Yueci's empty face shows a sense of despair that hits the face.

Ansel's hands moved extremely fast, and the shutter sounded one after another, capturing perfect pictures non-stop.

After the filming was over, a group of people gathered around and looked into the camera, and exclamation came and went.

"It's a really good shot." The stylist sighed: "It's a good thing that the photographer is a ghost, and this technique is convincing."

"It's better to have a better face." Wan Jin commented: "Another person would definitely not be able to shoot such an amazing picture."

Whether it's praise or criticism, Ansel ignores other people's comments. He fixed his eyes on Yue Ci's face and observed his expression nervously. He never paid attention to anyone's opinion, so nervous Waiting for feedback, this is the second time.

For the first time, it was an advertisement for Yueci watches.

Yue Ci smiled comfortingly at him, and said, "Your design is very ingenious. This play happens to be in the script of "Emperor Chu Ming". It really coincides with it."

Ansel breathed a sigh of relief and gave him a playful wink: "I haven't read the script, but I guess the scriptwriter will definitely use this history."

"What history?" Wan Jin asked: "If it can be compared with the TV series, it will be a good publicity."

Yue Ci explained: "The young Chu Yuan was surprised by the news of his mother's death, and rushed to the capital from the fiefdom, only to learn that the emperor had already ordered the Zhao family of Lenggong to be buried outside the imperial tomb, and said that there would be no sacred plaques and no sacrifices after death. , Such a funeral is worse than that of ordinary people, Chu Yuan can't even place a spiritual seat for his mother, otherwise he will be disobedient and deceitful."

"It's so miserable..." Someone sighed: "No wonder the photos look so depressing."

"Chu Yuan exhausted many of his horses all the way. After arriving in the capital overnight, he encountered such bad news. He didn't even go to the capital to see the emperor, so he went directly to the imperial mausoleum. It happened that day when there was a sudden heavy rain and the road up the mountain was difficult, so he abandoned his horse and walked up. When the road was slippery, I used my body to climb up, and my hands were scratched with blood. I climbed up the mountain with all kinds of difficulties, and what I saw was a small mound that was extremely simple, and that was the tomb of the former imperial concubine." Ansel continued to climb up the mountain. The resignation continued, and after finishing speaking, he gave Wan Jin a contemptuous look: "Didn't you take history class when you were in school?"

Wan Jin, who slept the most soundly in the history class, only felt an arrow shot in her knee. She forcibly ignored Ansel's contempt and asked Yueci: "And then, what happened next?"

"He tried to dig the tomb, but passed out on the ground, and was finally taken back to the inn by the followers who chased him. The next day, the emperor called him, and he hurriedly bandaged him and went to the palace alone. This is the scene that was just photographed." Yue Ci said: "Because it is a work of art, Ansel did not completely restore the scene at that time, the soldiers on both sides of the road, and the attendants with worried faces in the distance, but the depressive and desperate atmosphere of Chu Yuan at that time was vividly expressed. It is absolutely worthy of being able to design such a picture. It is a palace-level work, there is no doubt about it.”

The last compliment made Ansel's heart beat half a beat slower, his fingers trembled, and the corners of his lips raised unconsciously. He is well-known in this industry, and he has heard countless compliments, but Yueci's words made him He is the happiest.

It's not that the words are beautiful, it's that the speaker affirmed him.

……

Yueci is on the right track here, but some people are not so happy.

A few days later, Fenghua Entertainment

A group of small staff took advantage of the free time while pouring coffee, and whispered together.

"The person who went up to look for Mr. Fu just now seems to be the little princess of the Luo family. Is Fenghua going to marry the Luo family?"

"How can a small company like Fenghua be married to the Luo family? It must be the marriage between the Fu family and the Luo family."

"It's the same, there's no difference. Mr. Fu is the heir of the Fu family, and sooner or later the Fu family group will be inherited by him."

Someone sneered: "There are too many Mr. Fu, which one are you referring to?"

"Of course it's our Boss Fu!" Someone replied as a matter of course: "Our Boss Fu is the adopted son of the third master, so isn't that a veritable heir? Others don't have the ability to compete at all, okay?"

The person who laughed sharply pointed out: "You also said that he is an adopted son."

The scene was a little embarrassing for a while.

Luo Shu looked at the president's office curiously, and as she turned around, her skirt drew a wavy arc. She blinked, with vague worries: "Brother Fu, will I disturb you here?"

Fu Jin put down the pen in his hand, and smiled softly: "It's okay, if you get bored, go to the side to play with the computer, just don't think I'm boring."

"Of course not." Luo Shu frowned, raised her chin and smiled triumphantly: "Even if it will disturb you, I won't leave. With me here, let's see which little bitch dares to approach you without fear of death! "

Fu Jin pinched her nose affectionately and reprimanded softly: "Don't swear."

Luo Shu didn't care at all, she sat beside him and smiled sweetly, the person she was thinking about day and night was right in front of her eyes, how unhappy she was.

At this moment, the phone on the table rang, Fu Jin connected, and an anxious voice from the front desk sounded:

"Mr. Fu, three policemen came to the door, saying they were looking for Secretary Ji. I didn't stop them, they have already come up!"

Fu Jin's complexion changed slightly, and the door of the president's office had already been knocked in the middle of his speech. He stood up and comforted Luo Shu beside him: "You play here for a while, I'll take care of some important things first, and I'll be right back."

After finishing speaking, he hurried out.

Luo Shu looked at the back of him leaving ignorantly, vaguely knowing that Fenghua had encountered a crisis that was difficult to handle, she stood up gently and walked towards the door, and heard the voice of the police saying: "Boss Fu, your company's Employee Ji Tang is suspected of instigating others to commit crimes, causing gangsters to design others to gamble and owe huge debts, and to induce the victim to take drugs. Now that the victim’s son has reported the crime, we will take Ji Tang back for questioning.”

crime?

Luo Shu's eyelids twitched, and her heart skipped a beat. When she looked up, she saw that her lover's face was terrible and ugly. Even though he was already trying to suppress it, the effect was extremely weak. He glanced at the pale and anxious man. Ji Tang nodded, and squeezed out two words between his teeth: "Yes."

"Boss Fu!" Ji Tang was in chaos.

Putting his hand on his shoulder, Fu Jin said reassuringly, "Don't be afraid, they're just making routine inquiries at most. If you haven't committed a crime, they naturally have no evidence to convict you."

The seemingly normal sentence caused several policemen to exchange glances with each other.

Ji Tang seemed to be calmed down by these words. He glanced at Fu Jin, knowing that the president would pick him up, so he immediately calmed down, stretched out his hands obediently, and put on the handcuffs.

After the police left, the staff who were quietly poking their heads on both sides of the corridor quickly dispersed, and Fu Jin stood alone, his face becoming more and more gloomy.

The fact that the police came to the door meant that the forces of the underworld had been wiped out, and they had confessed to Ji Tang who instructed them, but with the power of that group of people, how could they fall into the law without any precaution? If it was really that easy, how could they survive? In the past ten years, it can be seen that there must be a black hand behind the scenes, and this person is either to protect Yue Ci, or he is here for him.

Will this person be the same as the one who plotted against him last time?To be able to do this, this person must be very powerful, so powerful that he can't afford to provoke him.

The more Fu Jinyue thought about it, the more frightened he became. When would there be such a person backing him behind Yue Ci?

Now that Ji Tang was caught, it was equivalent to breaking his left arm. This person was naively waiting for him to fish for it, but Fu Jin had a vague premonition. I'm afraid that if that person is really serious about dealing with him this time. He, Ji Tang, this general will be lost.

He had just solved the problem of funds, and lost another confidant. He took a deep breath. If this continues, he really has to form an alliance with the Luo family.Even if the Luo family is greedy and wants to take this opportunity to tear a piece of flesh from the Fu family, but in order to gain power, he can only seek skin from the tiger.

After all, everything else is superfluous, and the right to get it is the real thing.

Thinking of the methods of the black hands behind the scenes, he felt that it was imperative to form an alliance with the Luo family, but he didn't know if the other party was trying to deal with him for the sake of resignation, if so...

Fu Jin lowered his head, making it hard to see the emotion on his face. After a long time, he squeezed out a sentence: "Yueci... I really underestimated you."

Yue Ci?

Luo Shu instinctively noticed the weirdness of the name, and she said it silently in her heart. Seeing Fu Jin walking towards this side, she quickly stepped back and sat back in her original position, playing with the pen in her hand with a nonchalant face.

Fu Jin walked in, still with a gentle smile on his face, and his attitude seemed the same as before he left: "Are you tired of sitting, let me go out with you for a stroll."

Luo Shu saw it in her eyes and was secretly startled. If she hadn't seen his gloomy face with her own eyes, she would never have imagined what happened just now.

She raised her lips and smiled obediently: "No need, I'll be back in a while, but I dare not disturb your work, or I will be scolded to death by my dad when I go back." She wrinkled her nose as she spoke.

Seeing her understanding, Fu Jin was relieved, and he didn't have the energy to perfunctory.

Luo Shu took a peek at Fu Jin at work, bit her lip, lowered her head to open the mobile browser, and entered two words: "Yue Ci".