Difficult to quit

Li Qinghai frowned, "If you are afraid that your manager will cause trouble, I can help you."

Zhuang Yi flatly refused, "No, thank you for what happened just now, I appreciate it, now I want to finish taking the photo, can I let it go?"

You appreciate the fart.

Li Qinghai twirled his fingers and made a crisp "click", forcibly restraining his urge to beat Zhuang Yi up.

The two reunited for two days, and Zhuang Yi said "no", "don't" and "give way" the most to him. The kid who used to chase after him all day long and shouted "Brother Qinghai" seemed to have disappeared.

Is this something wrong with his fucking memory, or is there something wrong with Zhuang Yi's brain?

Li Qinghai's eyes fell on the cigarette held by Zhuang Yi's fingertips. The cigarette had been extinguished during the tug with Zhou Yang just now, and it was crumpled between his knuckle-knuckle fingers.

His eyebrows trembled, and he couldn't control himself and asked, "Do you smoke?"

Zhuang Yi subconsciously wanted to hide the cigarette behind his back.

When Li Qinghai was young, he was not stingy with all the five poisons, but Guan Zhuang Yi was very strict, and he was not allowed to touch anything that shouldn't be touched. If Li Qinghai found out that he was smoking seven years ago, he would definitely be dead. And it would be an ugly death.

At this time, Zhuang Yi realized that he was half hidden, who the fuck is Li Qinghai?Why do you still care whether he smokes or not?

Why did he hide when he heard him ask!

Zhuang Yi seemed to want to cover up his unreasonable guilt just now, and deliberately waved the cigarette in front of Li Qinghai, "Yeah, I just smoked and drank, what's the matter, is it obstructing your Second Young Master Li's eyes?"

Li Qinghai frowned slightly, and there was another "click" between his fingers.

Not only is it an eyesore, but it is very annoying.

When he was a child, he stared at him so closely that he asked Zhuang Yi to follow a group of bad boys, but he didn't have any bad habits.

It's good now, there is no shortage of smoking, drinking and cursing.

Li Qinghai himself has smoked less and less in the past few years, and now he suddenly smells the smell of cigarettes on Zhuang Yi's body, and feels very annoyed.

Xiao Chen happened to say something at the door: "Boss, Sister Shen called to ask when you will come over."

Li Qinghai said anxiously: "Let her wait!"

Xiao Chen let out an "hey", seeing that the atmosphere between the two was not right, he turned his head and slipped away.

Li Qinghai said: "Borrow a cigarette."

Zhuang Yi looked at him warily, "What do you want?"

"Cigarette." Li Qinghai said, "You won't be so stingy, won't you give me a cigarette?"

Zhuang Yi squeezed out a cigarette and handed it over, Li Qinghai reached out to take it, and said, "Excuse me."

Zhuang Yi didn't want to light a cigarette for him, so he threw the lighter to him. Li Qinghai turned the lighter half a circle in his palm, lit the cigarette with a "click", took a puff, and blew the cigarette into Zhuang Yi's face circle.

Unprepared, Zhuang Yi sucked in a big puff of cigarettes and coughed repeatedly.

"Choking?" Li Qinghai smiled lightly, "If you don't know how to smoke, don't smoke." After speaking, he threw it away, and the lighter drew a parabola in the air, and fell into the trash can precisely.

Zhuang Yi coughed until tears came out, and cursed angrily behind him.

Unexpectedly, when Li Qinghai approached suddenly, Zhuang Yi tensed up all of a sudden, stepped back unconsciously, and stared at him while coughing.

"Come out and take pictures after coughing." Li Qinghai said, snatching the unsightly half of the cigarette from his hand and flicking it into the trash can.

Zhuang Yi: "..." Your uncle.

The two left the bathroom one after the other, Luo Jing and Xiao Chen were waiting at the door.

Li Qinghai pointed at Zhuang Yi, and his voice was a little irritated: "Make arrangements for him, and shoot now."

Luo Jing agreed, looked Zhuang Yi up and down, and said, "Your clothes are dirty, go and change them first."

After a pause, he added, "The makeup on the face should be reapplied, and the corner of the mouth... must be covered."

The blisters at the corners of Zhuang Yi's mouth are too obvious, and his face is pale now, so the photogenic effect is not good.

Zhuang Yi was wearing a white shirt, and he looked a bit embarrassed after getting wet in the bathroom just now.

Zhuang Yi looked down and said to Luo Jing, "Can you help me find a black shirt?"

Luo Jing glanced at him in surprise, "It's black, are you sure?"

In order to fit the theme of this issue, most of the artists who come to shoot are wearing white shirts, school uniforms, sportswear, etc. No one is wearing black shirts yet.

Zhuang Yi nodded, "I'm sure."

Luo Jing beckoned for an assistant and asked him to take Zhuang Yi to choose clothes and touch up makeup.

He himself went back to the studio to coordinate, and started shooting as soon as Zhuang Yi was done, so as not to make people wait any longer.

Xiao Chen himself stood silently at the door waiting for Li Qinghai. Just now he watched Li Qinghai squeeze his hands "click" and "click" outside, and his heart trembled, fearing that the boss would get angry and kill the little artist. It was done like this, and now the little artist went to change clothes unharmed, so he waited for the boss with lowered eyebrows, for fear that the boss's unvented fire would burn on him.

Li Qinghai raised his legs and walked towards the studio, and called him after walking a few steps: "Xiao Chen."

"Ah, ah?" Xiao Chen quickly came back to his senses, saw that Li Qinghai had already walked several steps, and trotted to follow him.

"Go buy a cup of hot coffee." Li Qinghai said, "Send it to him and buy some food."

"Hey." Xiao Chen agreed, turned around and walked out. After walking a few steps, he suddenly had an idea, and he came back and asked Li Qinghai: "Boss, do you want to buy a pack of cigarettes for you?"

Li Qinghai looked at him like a fool, "What do you think?"

I don't think you're quite right with that good-looking little entertainer.Xiao Chen's lips moved, but he didn't dare to speak.

Li Qinghai said lightly: "If I want to see you come back after buying cigarettes, you can submit your resignation and get out."

Xiao Chen wailed, and quickly went to buy coffee for the boss's little artist.

Li Qinghai entered the studio by himself, sat in the back and took the ipad handed over by his assistant, and swipe his fingers to look through the recent photos.

There are academic styles, sports styles, and brother-next-door types, and the screen is full of youthful atmosphere.

Zhuang Yi's style is actually very suitable for this event. If the operation is good, a small fire will not be a problem, but there is such a manager on the booth, and an artist with the same style as him and who obviously has resources, it can basically be concluded that it is Zhuang Yi will not be given a chance.

Just watching, Luo Jing coughed lightly beside him, and said in a low voice: "Boss, Zhuang Yi has come in."

Hearing this, Li Qinghai raised his head and was stunned for a moment after he saw the young man walking in.

His black hair was disheveled, slightly covering his bright eyes, which looked unruly and a little bored; the blister on the corner of his mouth was torn by him, and turned into a wound under cosmetic modification, and the ear piercing on his right ear It was replaced with a whole row of black earsticks. Instead of using earplugs at the back, they were bent and buckled on the ears, and the tails were slanted and sharp.

The black shirt on his body was unbuttoned by two buttons, the tie was hanging lazily on his chest, a strong forearm was exposed under the rolled up sleeves, and a pair of low-waisted ripped jeans showed a gap between the wide belt With a thin waistline, he wears a pair of white canvas shoes with fluorescent iridescent laces.

Zhuang Yi's whole temperament has changed, and there is an indescribable feeling in this change. If you have to say it, then this kind of ruffian Li Qinghai was too familiar with him - that is Li Qinghai himself in high school.

But Zhuang Yi was not. He used to be a cowardly and gentle little boy. His greatest hobby was reading. His only connection with bad boys was Li Qinghai.

What made him like this?

Li Qinghai thought of the bottle of wine he drank yesterday, and the cigarette he held between his fingertips. It was only at this moment that he clearly felt that Zhuang Yi had changed too much. He was no longer the 15-year-old boy he remembered.

Different from Li Qinghai's silence, Luo Jing's eyes lit up, and his whole body was excited.

The participation rate of this event was very high, but most of the artists who came to shoot chose a positive image of youth and vitality. Although the social submissions were ingenious, it was either that the personal image of the models was not good or the photos were not taken well. Choose to brush down.

Only Zhuang Yi did the opposite.

What's even more surprising is that this boy who is too handsome, after putting on this body, exudes a ruffian aura and an aura that should not be entered by strangers.

Luo Jing has been in this industry for more than ten years. He is a person who has his foot in the entertainment industry. He can tell at a glance that Zhuang Yi is not a disguise of acting, but a natural expression of himself.

Luo Jing watched from the side for a while, and then went on stage to direct Zhuang Yi to shoot. He could foresee that this group of photos would be a big hit.

After a while, Xiao Chen came in with a few big paper bags of coffee desserts. He put the coffee on the table for everyone to choose, and brought two cups individually, one iced Americano for Li Qinghai, and one cup of hot latte for Zhuang Yi. prepare.

Li Qinghai took a sip of the coffee and frowned slightly. He still didn't like the bitter taste of coffee, but because he often couldn't sleep well and had a high-intensity work during the day, he could only rely on drinking coffee to maintain his energy.

Zhuang Yi finished filming over there, Xiao Chen hurried up to pass the coffee, Zhuang Yi took a few sips of the coffee and thanked him.

He went to change his clothes, greeted Luo Jing and the photographer, turned around and was about to go out, without even looking at Li Qinghai, Xiao Chen's eyebrows jumped when he saw it: Does this little artist know who this is? Where is it, who has the final say?

Li Qinghai saw Zhuang Yi walking out without looking back, so he raised his voice and called him: "Zhuang Yi!"

Xiao Chen saw that Li Qinghai's complexion was not very good, so he hurriedly reminded Zhuang Yi in a low voice: "The boss is calling you, go and say hello to him." He emphasized the word "boss".

Zhuang Yi frowned, walked over reluctantly, nodded to Li Qinghai, and said expressionlessly: "Second Young Master, I'm leaving, you are busy."

It was a very perfunctory "hello".

Xiao Chen: "..."

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