I chase after the actor by lifting iron

"Ah... that, that, that..." The little girl trembled even more: "This is what they matched yesterday..."

"Who are you?" Si Yan'an glanced at Ming Chen.

"On the magazine side..." the little girl said, she saw Ming Chen's hand shaking and throwing away the fluorescent cloth.

She was at a loss for words for a moment: "...the magazine..."

"Okay," Si Yan'an said, "call the photographer or someone who can make up his mind."

"They haven't come yet..." said the little girl again.

Si Yanan looked at her and waited for a few seconds before asking, "What time is it?"

"Uh... a quarter past two."

"What time is the shooting?"

"02:30." The little girl didn't even dare to wipe off her sweat.

Si Yan'an remained silent, staring at the little girl with green eyes.

Ming Chen stood by and acted dumbfounded, his mind was full of what happened to the male god...but he didn't dare to speak.

The atmosphere was particularly stagnant, as if the homeroom teacher had randomly checked the homework and found that the whole class hadn't written it, and whoever spoke first would be scolded, but he couldn't bear to take his eyes off the male god!

Too beautiful!

The god cut his hair!

"Ask again." Si Yan'an glanced at Ming Chen, neither cursing nor getting angry, he said it lightly.

The little girl jumped up like her butt was on fire, nodded frantically and then ran away.

The rest of Ming Chen acted dumbfounded for a few more seconds before he realized that his little face was cooked in a second: "Partner!? Goddess, are you going to take a photo with me?"

Si Yan'an, who used the word group photo, was stunned for a moment, and suddenly laughed: "Is it a group photo? Not to mention, I never thought of it. I never take photos with fans."

"Ah? Then you don't want to shoot?" Ming Chen was stunned.

Si Yan'an laughed again, and picked up the pink shirt from the ground: "Okay, I'm addicted to being cute."

Ming Chen blushed and smirked.

He hasn't seen Si Yan'an since they parted at the sports meeting.

After Aicheng launched the show, the two of them gained a lot of cp fans. It's not clear whether it's good or bad, and there are some things that even Ming Chen is embarrassed to watch.

His own fan attributes are amazing enough, and his strange knowledge has increased after getting involved with male gods. What kind of gameplay is GB?

But this circle is still small, far inferior to their CP fans in the team, sister Xi Shi stared at her for a few days and then she didn't care.Maybe it's not a big problem, I said before that I can't tie it up, but now I even dare to pick up double magazines!

Such a good thing was not told to him!

But Ming Chen became nervous again after thinking about it: "We want to take a picture of the swimming pool? Can I take off my clothes?"

"Why not?" Si Yan'an glanced at his lower body: "What do you have more or less?"

"..." Ming Chen was at a loss for words.

He didn't think about this kind of problem before filming the group show.

But after wearing a vest and accidentally revealing his spot on the trending list and causing a series of chain events to happen, he started to think about it.

"The more ridiculous you are, the more you can't give in." Si Yanan shook the pink shirt: "Your manager should have discussed it with the magazine...but it's not like this, it's normal."

Ming Chen nodded seriously.

"Otherwise, you will be restricted from accepting plays in the future."

Ming Chen hummed twice.

Si Yan'an went to put on makeup, and he found a corner to watch quietly.

Mixed blood is really a gift from God. It is said that Si Yan'an's father is an Englishman who is engaged in astronomy research. He came to China for academic exchanges and met and fell in love with Si Yan'an's mother.

However, due to some reasons, they divorced. The male god said very calmly in the interview that they should be divorced peacefully.Later, my mother married a businessman and gave birth to a daughter. The male god said that he had a good relationship with his stepfather and half-sister.

Mingchen thinks that the male god looks very open, maybe every gene in the facial features is selected on the basis of merit, and none of the curves are casual.

Obviously, it is an elegant face that can make people see the oriental blood at a glance, but also cheated and added a western-style mystery. Needless to say, it can make people boast that it is good-looking for three days and three nights.

Mingchen looked at it for a while, shaking his legs, and sighed in his heart, what kind of fairy life I am living now... The photographer finally came.

"Hi everyone! Hello gentlemen! Sorry for the long wait!" the photographer greeted warmly.

There are quite a few foreign photographers who are active in the domestic fashion industry, especially in the past two years. Although this uncle has black hair and black eyes, he has a high nose and deep eyes. He looks typical in Italy and Spain and speaks Chinese well.

"I heard," said the photographer happily, "that there is a gentleman who doesn't want to wear clothes?"

Ming Chen: "..."

Take back his good Chinese evaluation.

"This powder is not good, not to mention the color, and the texture is also very poor. There is also a low-quality plastic flower sewn on it, is there something wrong?" Si Yanan blocked the make-up artist's hand and turned his head to say something.

"But it feels thin and see-through when it gets wet!"

The photographer said this in English, probably because he couldn't remember the words when he was excited.

He turned to Si Yan'an, gestured with his hands, and tried to use his poor Chinese skills to explain: "When the flower encounters water, it expresses a kind of... after the flower blooms, it will... um... withered and faded away!"

Ming Chen silently thought about why I had declined.

"What does decay have to do with Ming Chen?" Si Yan'an returned directly in English, probably because he didn't want to stutter with him.Ming Chen felt refreshed immediately.

"Haha——" the photographer laughed: "You can speak English! I just designed a style that suits him well after reading the materials, and the editor-in-chief also thinks that this style has great potential."

"He is still young and inappropriate, let alone adding feminine symbols."

Si Yan'an didn't look back, and said vaguely: "Give him a change of clothes."

The photographer shrugged and turned to see Ming Chen.

Ming Chen was staring at him with his chin propped up, the photographer grinned and asked, "Sir, what do you think? We were talking about—"

"I also think this pink dress is quite ugly."

Ming Chen replied in English fluently: "If possible, I would also like to change one."

Si Yanan turned his head in surprise.

"...ok!" the photographer folded his hips, raised his head, and sighed heavily, looking very regretful.

Then he smiled and said, "Both of you speak English very well! Hopeforagoodcooperation!"

The new clothes were delivered quickly, and Ming Chen took the linen shirt that was finally normal, squinted and smiled at the still frightened little girl, and trotted to the dressing room.

Looks like he's in a good mood.

"Teacher? Turn your head a little..." the makeup artist reminded in a low voice.

Si Yanan did as he did and closed his eyes, feeling very miraculous.

Mingchen's English is very standard and pleasant to listen to.He originally had a good voice, otherwise he wouldn't be the lead singer and take on those dubbing jobs, but a good accent requires a lot of practice.

Si Yan'an didn't remember that Mingchen had ever studied abroad.

Ming Chen's resume in the entertainment industry is very transparent. Before the age of 14, he was an ordinary kid. He enrolled in junior high school for their company's training program for trainees. After two years, he made his debut at the age of 16.

The three people in the same group were all older than him, and the youngest, Zhou Wandui, was nineteen when he debuted, three years older than him.

These things didn't even need him to bother to look them up, they were all things that he could know by simply swiping.

And what the little guy said to him at the sports meeting last time, it can be heard that he has a low self-esteem for his education. If there is any special experience before that, there is no reason for the agency not to make a fuss about it.

Si Yanan clicked his tongue.

A set of swimming trunks was a matter of minutes, after a while Ming Chen trotted back, he glanced at the little guy distractedly, the shirt was too big.

The swimming trunks are mid-length, reaching above the knee, with a light blue arc pattern on the edge of the pants, and the whole leg is long and straight, a very beautiful boyish arc.

But the shirt was too eye-catching, it was so big that it was draped over his body like a sack, Ming Chen was not tall in the first place, and this wearing made him even smaller.

It looks a little hot.

The photographer just didn't want him to get properly dressed anyway.

"It can't be changed," the photographer yelled: "He is very pure! I am very persistent!"

Si Yan'an didn't speak, but looked at him.

"Hey," the photographer smiled: "Are you his manager? What are you angry about?"

Si Yanan frowned.

"In the information sent to me, you were just ordinary friends who had a cooperative relationship. Why did you make the decision for him? He didn't raise any objections to the dress, and he seemed to like it quite a bit."

Si Yanan closed his eyes: "I didn't say no."

The photographer giggled twice, and waved his fingers wildly.

Si Yan'an suddenly suffocated.

Whoever says it can't do it, whoever is in charge, I didn't say anything, okay, what do you know.

After putting on his makeup, he went to the locker room with a sullen face.

I was a little absent-minded when changing clothes, and almost put my swimming trunks on backwards.Even if he really made a few comments, there's nothing wrong with it, how old is Ming Chen, and he's a senior, so what's wrong with a few comments?

Why are you meddling?

After putting on his clothes, he pulled the curtain and walked out. He suddenly saw Ming Chen squatting two steps away in front, and was startled.

"Male god!" Seeing him coming out, Ming Chen quickly stood up: "Do I need to cover up my tattoo?"

Si Yan'an suddenly thought of his tailbone, and became a little irritable again.

Do you want to cover it?Still not covered?

In fact, it's nothing, it's not a blue dragon and a white tiger, but the position is indeed a bit subtle, will it make any associations?

He thought for a few seconds before he came to his senses, and glared at Ming Chen: "Ask me what I'm doing."

"...Ah." Ming Chen was also taken aback for a moment, then suddenly realized, and ran out patter.

After running a few steps, he paused, then looked back at Si Yan'an, as if he wanted to say something, but he still didn't say it.

Si Yan'an took a while to go out, and that idiot photographer who wanted a sense of decay was lifting Ming Chen's clothes and praising him for being sexy.

"That's it! It's beautiful! Makes me instantly inspired!"

The editor-in-chief also nodded: "It's so beautiful! Others will think it was drawn for a photo, it's okay, sexy little wild cat, hahahaha!"

Si Yan'an strode over, stopped Ming Chen from behind and led him forward, and said coldly, "Let's go, hurry up and take pictures."

There were many staff members in the swimming pool on the top floor. Si Yan'an and Ming Chen took some photos on the shore first, and at most they got a little water.

The sun gradually slanted, leaking out from the louvered partition, and sprinkled golden light on the emerald green pool water.

There was an inexplicable darkness all around.

Both of them are familiar with each other, and Ming Chen also knows how to show himself in front of the camera. Gradually, fewer and fewer people speak up, and there are only sporadic instructions from the photographer.

When taking pictures of Ming Chen alone, Si Yan'an stood by and watched.

He has to admit that idols have the capital to be loved.

Ming Chen just stood there, did nothing, didn't show any expression, every gesture seemed to say that he likes me, come and like me.

It is very beautiful, and can lure out the desire in the devil's heart that cannot be told to others.

"Splash water on him, on his face." The photographer said, moving the machine forward, and moving it very close, it was time to take a close-up.

Ming Chen stepped down on the handrail, standing half of his calf in the water, facing the shore.

Si Yan'an watched the staff fetch a bucket of water, stood up frowning, and walked behind the man.

"I'm coming," he said.

The photographer smiled: "OK, not too much, not too little, fill your hands with as much water, understand?"

Si Yan'an nodded, and poured a handful of water on Ming Chen's trembling eyelashes.

The little wild cat with the long tail was watered.

Ming Chen was suddenly jolted by the cold water, shook his head, opened his eyes quickly, and smiled flatteringly at Si Yan'an.

Si Yanan looked away.

"Very good," the photographer checked for a while: "You can go into the water."

"Can you swim?" Si Yanan asked.

"If dog planing counts." Ming Chen poked his feet out, got used to it, and took a breath before jumping off.

Si Yan'an looked a little like laughing.

The water was barely up to his waist, and Ming Chen seemed to be stable when he stepped on the ground, and performed a couple of dog planing and flopping.

Si Yan'an accidentally touched his lower back, the photographer suddenly yelled to stop, and he and Ming Chen had no choice but to move, looking at each other.

He felt the warmth of his fingertips, probably because he touched the tattoo. Although it was as smooth as the rest of the skin, he felt very uneasy psychologically.

He has always been able to control his expression very well, so he looked down at Ming Chen, hoping to divert his attention by looking at his face.

Small beads of water rolled down his eyelashes.

Tick.

"Okay!" the photographer yelled, "Take off your coat, swim and move as you like."

This kind of request is often the most challenging for the model, Ming Chen took off the wet shirt and looked around uncomfortably.

"Shrink what." Si Yanan looked at him: "You are very cute, don't be afraid of being seen."

Ming Chen was stunned.

"If you are confident, others will have nothing to say." Si Yan'an said: "Whatever you think in your heart, you can convey and the audience can feel. Now you are not a character, you can do what you want to do most. Happy thing."

He could probably guess what effect the photographer had chosen for the pink shirt.

Sometimes Mingchen will show a little cautious instinct, which is very fragile and cheap.He probably doesn't want to be seen, and most of the time he hides well, but some people with keen eyes, such as this photographer, can see it.

Then let him wear gaudy colors and act as a poor flower that was hit by rain on the ground before it bloomed.

It hurts people.

Si Yan'an wiped the water from his face, and frowned, feeling very irritable.

When I think of a child who can repair electric fans, sing, and do sports, and only now knows how well he can speak English, he will be chased by a group of idiots and call him pitiful.

It's the age when you feel that you are the center of the universe. Isn't it good to be a little bit public?

"What do you want to do most?" Ming Chen frowned and thought about it.

"En." Si Yan'an nodded.

So Ming Chen spent three seconds mustering up his courage and pounced forward.

There was only time for a question mark to appear on Si Yanan's head before he was pushed into the water.Lao Gao's water splashed in the pool.

Depend on.