Days dominated by wife-watching demons

I thought that Ge Zijie would return to the company to work after sending himself to the beauty salon, but he didn't expect this person to sit down on the waiting sofa, taking the time to browse through the nearby magazines.

An Jing, who had just experienced such an embarrassing scene, really couldn't ignore the existence of this giant Buddha, but she didn't dare to look at her, only dared to observe her secretly from the mirror.

Ge Zijie's sleep quality has not been very good, and now she has to accompany her to do styling in the early morning, An Jing is worried that she will be too tired.

"Find a girl and be gentle." Ge Zijie told the stylist.

"Oh! Director Ge, don't you even trust me?" The male barber in a floral shirt crossed his hands, "I'm the most gentle one here, you can rest assured that you give this little baby to me."

An Jing's eyes wandered between the two of them. Through the glasses, she saw a smear of gray and blue under Ge Zijie's eyes. She pursed her lips and was about to say something, but Ge Zijie turned her eyes in a tacit understanding at this moment. They collided and sparked.

"What's the matter?" Ge Zijie raised his eyebrows at her and asked with his mouth.

An Jing looked like a bad student who just happened to be caught copying test papers, she shrugged her shoulders, shook her head quickly at her, and looked away.

Why does it happen to be captured every time.

According to the expected effect, An Jing's hair needs to be bleached to at least nine degrees, maybe three or four times.

The hairdresser's hands are indeed very light, but until the fourth time, An Jing felt the tingling pain in the scalp unbearable. In addition, the already fragile scalp was pulled over and over again by the hair dye comb, and the pain made An Jing feel unbearable. An Jing almost shed tears.

"It hurts?" Ge Zijie obviously noticed that An Jing's expression was not right, even though she lowered her eyelids to cover her eyes, her red nose betrayed her patience that had reached its limit.

Ge Zijie patted the barber, put on his gloves and took the dye cream in his hand, "I'll do it."

An Jing's hair has a lot of volume, and the hair that has been dyed has become a bit stiff. When using a hair dye comb to color it, it must be combed out, and it will be pulled to the scalp.

Ge Zijie looked at An Jing's scalp that was flushed red, and began to regret his decision, "If you can't bear it, use a wig."

"No." An Jing said anxiously, holding Ge Zijie's wrist with her hand.

In the mirror, her eye sockets and the tip of her nose turned red from enduring the pain, but she stubbornly widened her eyes and rejected Ge Zijie's suggestion.

"In that case, what I endured before will not be in vain."

Ge Zijie was taken aback, looked at her for a few seconds, and then began to let go, yes, how could she forget, this is a piece of 'rotten wood' who doesn't know what to give up.

"Cry out if you can't bear it, and I won't accept it for mercy." Having said that, Ge Zijie gently helped her apply the dye cream, because every time he did it, he was afraid that it would be messed up, and he always delivered it in a small area. Jin took a lot of time and energy, but she seemed to have endless patience, and she didn't show any irritation.

So when Song Fan and the others came in, what they saw was such a strange picture.

Poor little An Jing sat on the stool and wept silently. At first, she thought she was being bullied by some ignorant barber, but when everyone looked behind her, they found that the person who dyed her hair was the unsmiling director.

Fortunately, after the pain, the results are also excellent. The almost white light gold matches Anjing's fair skin very well. The barber trimmed her waist-length hair again and curled it up with a curling rod.The fluffy light-colored curly hair set off An Jing's palm-sized face. Even if she just sat there without makeup, she looked like an unreal doll.

"Oh my god...it's so beautiful baby!" The barber was obviously very satisfied with his work, and kept taking pictures of An Jing with his mobile phone.

"Don't shoot."

"Hey..." The barber made a troubled expression on purpose, "Aren't beautiful things meant to be preserved forever and appreciated slowly?"

"Yes." Ge Zijie took his phone and deleted the picture, "But it's not saved here."

"cut."

The barber looked at his empty photo album, pretended to walk away, but suddenly called An Jing's name.

"what?"

An Jing turned around, with her mouth slightly open, her expression innocent, her lips were pale without lipstick, her eye sockets and the tip of her small nose were a little red, and with her fluffy light blonde hair, she looked like an elf not to enter the jungle.

With a "click", this scene was frozen in the phone, but he was not happy for long, and the hand of fate once again strangled his wrist.

"Delete."

"It's a pity to delete this one."

With the flash and high-definition pixels, you can even see An Jing's well-defined eyelashes clearly when you zoom in on the picture. The smooth skin and three-dimensional facial features are not distorted at all, like a masterpiece copied by the most experienced painter stroke by stroke from a real person.

Ge Zijie paused when he pressed delete, sent the picture to his mobile phone, and saved it where it should be saved before performing this operation again.

By the time the four of them got their hair done and went to the studio, it was already after twelve noon.

Song Fan slumped on the table like a dehydrated kelp, "I didn't eat it in the morning because I was afraid that I would have to show my stomach for the photo, and now I'm going to faint from hunger."

An Jing was the only one who was able to eat and drink normally during the photo shoot, she turned her head and cast a sympathetic look at Song Fan.

"You'd better take a rest, who was the one who ate instant noodles in the kitchen last night?" Ye Min, who was putting on makeup, gave her a sideways glance.

Xi Ge handed over a box of salad, "Only salad, do you want to eat?"

Song Fan raised his head stubbornly, "Don't eat! I'm fed grass by the cafeteria every day, and I'm not a rabbit."

One sentence made the silent An Jing laugh, "I have candy in my pocket, if you are hungry, you can have one."

Just as her hand was about to touch the clothes, what she touched was smooth skin. Only then did An Jing realize that she was not wearing her own clothes, and that her coat was taken away by Ge Zijie just now.

The navel-baring vest that I am wearing now, even if I search it from front to back, I can't find a pocket.

"Director." An Jing put on her coat, ran outside the lounge, and said to Ge Zijie, who was standing by and supervised, "Clothes..."

Ge Zijie was talking sideways with the photographer invited today to exchange concepts. Originally, she didn't need to do these things, but because she also participated in the design of An Jing's debut image, it would be better for her to communicate directly.

"Wait a minute." Ge Zijie paused the topic and turned his head, but frowned the first moment he saw An Jing.

The makeup effect was in line with her expectations. Anjing's soft eyes were painted with dark red eyeliner, and the ends were raised high to look a little arrogant. The light-colored lips were also painted with highly saturated lipstick, making the whole face look beautiful. Especially eye-catching and three-dimensional.

A pure angel turned into a little devil.

Her vision is not wrong. The conspicuous red painting on the face of ordinary people can easily become rustic, but it has a remarkable effect when used on An Jing who is like white paper. Ge Zijie even feels that no matter what kind of styling is given to An Jing, she can digest it. It's very good.

"Clothes..." An Jing whispered again, "I want to take things down."

Ge Zijie was not in a hurry to hand over the coat she was wearing to An Jing, but stretched out a hand to tear off the coat she was wearing, then turned to ask the person beside him, "Zhou Liang, would it be better to wear a shirt?" .”

An Jingping raised his arms, stood like a wooden man, and followed Ge Zijie's movements to show off his clothes.

Obviously the director designed it himself... It is true that girls who study art are especially fickle.

The photographer named Zhou Liang was a tall and thin girl, her shoulder-length hair was casually fixed into a low ponytail, and a large tattoo pattern was tattooed on the arm exposed under the rolled-up sleeves.

Because of Ge Zijie's words, she turned to face An Jing, "You can try to put on a shirt casually like now, without buttoning it, the effect should be good."

"Only wearing underwear, it doesn't look layered enough." Ge Zijie nodded, agreeing with her opinion.

"Switching your shoes into boots will make you feel more imposing."

An Jing, who was standing by the side, received a knowing blow. This is to say that she has no momentum... and the sense of hierarchy is not enough?

She looked down at her chest a little aggrieved, obviously Song Fan said she had a sense of hierarchy.

Seeing that Ge Zijie seemed to be concentrating on discussing with Zhou Liang, An Jing didn't want to interrupt her again, so she walked around behind her lightly, and groped along the edge of the coat into the pocket.

As soon as his fingers touched the candy wrapping paper, a high-pitched voice came from the door of the studio.

"Hello! Hello everyone."

This flat voice...is exactly the same as the one that woke An Jing up early in the morning at the villa.

But she doesn't have time to care about why Ge Han appeared here now... Ge Zijie, who was talking to Zhou Liang at the door with his back just now, turned around because of Ge Han's voice, and happened to meet An Jing.

Originally, when Ge Zijie turned her back to her, An Jing didn't think it was inappropriate to wrap her arms around Ge Zijie's waist like this, but now that Ge Zijie turned around, her head was just below her shoulders, and she wrapped her arms around her waist with one hand. The movement looks like An Jing is hugging the waist of the other party.

Still in a sneaky attitude.

Don't you look super stupid like this?An Jing's pupils shook anxiously.

"Candy?" Ge Zijie understood An Jing's thoughts, and put An Jing's hand in another pocket, "Here."

"Ah..." An Jing's heart skipped a beat as her hands were wrapped in her warm palms, and she quickly straightened up, "Song Fan is hungry, I'll get her something."

"Who's hungry?" Ge Han caught this message and hurried over, "I brought a lot of food to share, An Jing, come and get some."

An Jing looked behind her, her posture was indeed not small, a few assistants pushed a rolling dining table and walked into the studio, and there were already a few fast-moving foodies around the door.

"She's already eaten." Ge Zijie cut in with a slightly cold voice, and by the way, put his right hand on An Jing's shoulder, pulling her towards him intentionally or unintentionally, "Go and share it with others."

"Ah...sister!" Ge Han winked wildly at Ge Zijie, how could such a smart person not understand what he meant.

"Don't call me sister in the company." Ge Zijie's indifferent words wiped away all Ge Han's hopes.

In the end, An Jing returned to the lounge empty-handed.

"Where's the sugar?" Song Fan's eyes glowed green with hunger, "I heard that Miss Ge Er is distributing sandwiches outside, why don't you bring some sandwiches in."

Originally, An Jing got the food, but when Ge Zijie heard that Song Fan wanted to eat it...

"The director asked me to ask you, is your weight... up to the standard?" An Jing tried to convey Ge Zijie's meaning as tactfully as possible.

"Ah! Kill me with one sword."

"An Jing." Zhou Liang stood at the door, holding a black shirt in his hand, "Put this on."

"Okay, thank you." An Jing took the shirt, glanced at Zhou Liang's upturned left wrist, and found several long and tangled scars on it.

Zhou Liang quickly shook off his sleeves to cover his wrists, "Don't button the buttons."

"Well, I see." An Jing was not a nosy person, pretending not to notice the scar on her wrist, nodded to Zhou Liang, and turned to enter the lounge.

"Who was that just now?" Song Fan, who was still sick just now, propped himself up from the table, stretched his neck, and looked at Zhou Yang's departing back, which looked like a husband-watching stone, "He looks pretty good."

"Can you stop embarrassing the idol industry all day long?" Ye Min pinched her face impatiently and turned her back, "Nympho."

Song Fan gave her a flattering smile, "Hey, she is pretty, but she is still not as good as our goddess Ye Min."

Because of Song Fan's words, An Jing began to pay attention to Zhou Liang's appearance. Her fair face matched her slightly decadent temperament, and her thin figure wearing a large shirt looked like a teenager. It seems that many girls are not interested in this type recently interested.

"Zhou Liang, the company specially invited the photographer to take this promotional photo." Xi Ge talked about information while stuffing salad into his mouth, "If you like it, try hard to become her No. 80 seventh girlfriend."

"It's really bent?" Song Fan pulled the chair and slid to Xi Ge's side, "Where did you hear that?"

"Her assistant."

"How long has it been? You've even found out about this." Song Fan looked up at Xi Ge with worship for the God of Gossip.

In order to conform to the concept of this MV, the studio was specially decorated with colorful spray paints. The colors seemed to be randomly sprayed on the background board and the floor, but the collision between colors brought a visual bursting feeling.

Zhou Liang lowered his head and fiddled with the equipment. Ge Zijie stood behind her, one black and one white, but his face was the same indifference. It was extremely stressful to pose for a photo in front of these two.

"Do you think the director is super aggressive, especially standing with Zhou Liang, the cold iceberg vs decadent and weak, it's too cute!" Song Fan whispered excitedly.

An Jing also forgot to look at that place. Ge Zijie's excellent height and sharp facial lines gave her an innate strength. Just standing there didn't need to say anything, and she was stared at by her deep eyes. With just one glance, An Jing felt a burst of heart palpitations.

"Zhou Liang is t, his hands are much stronger than yours, and he is not 'weak' at all." Xi Ge interrupted Song Fan's fantasy with a word.

"An Jing and Xi Ge sat on the steps in the middle, and Song Fan and Ye Min stood on both sides." After adjusting the equipment, Zhou Liang commanded skillfully. Her voice was a little hoarse, her eyes were cold, and her expression looked very impatient.

The few people didn't dare to delay, and quickly stood in the designated position she said.

Zhou Liang bent down to measure the composition from the camera, and then raised his head, "An Jing, open the collar of the shirt a little wider, and the two people next to you should stand a little further."

Song Fan and Ye Min's reactions were quick, and they quickly took a step to the side. An Jing looked down at her unbuttoned shirt.

Open up?How big can it be.

Originally, she wouldn't find it strange if she was only wearing a vest, but now that a shirt is added to the outside, the function of the vest inside becomes ambiguous, and the effect of half-covering is always more ambiguous than decisively revealing.

"I'll do it." Seeing that she couldn't understand what he meant, Zhou Liang frowned, ready to go on stage and do it himself.

How could Ge Han miss this great opportunity to get close to An Jing, "I, me, me! I'm close, let me come."

Seeing that she was really walking towards her, An Jing hurriedly backed away pinching the hem of her shirt, staring at her warily with her dark eyes.

"Ge Han, if you make trouble again, get out." Ge Zijie said loudly, and when Ge Han saw her cold gaze, he immediately limp on the spot.

"I'll just stand..." She silently squeezed to Zhou Liang's side, "I'll just stand and watch, it's okay if I don't talk."

Zhou Liang looked at Ge Han who was hiding behind him and using himself as a shield, and then at Ge Zijie, "I'm going?"

She's not a fool, Ge Zijie's possessiveness towards this little girl couldn't be more obvious, if she rashly grabs her clothes, she might end up no better than Ge Han.

"I go."

An Jing sat watching Ge Zijie approaching from a distance. The difference in height made her only able to see the expression on the other person's face clearly when she looked up. Ge Zijie bent down, and a few strands of hair on her forehead fell to An Jing's eyes. She blinked quickly She moved her gaze down, only to see her tightly pursed thin lips just in front of her eyes.

Thinking of the childish imprint left by her lips on the side of her neck the night before, and she covered it with several layers of concealer afterwards, An Jing's face became hot for a while, but fortunately she couldn't see it through makeup.

Ge Zijie had a panoramic view of An Jing's reaction, no matter how well she controlled the expression on her face, the red tips of her ears betrayed her firmly.

Those shameful records he saw on An Jing's phone in the morning are still clear in his memory, and Ge Zijie is a little curious about what interesting things he has been thinking about all day long in his wooden head.

An Jing's open neckline is in front of her. The soft black fabric has a sense of drapes. It hangs smoothly on both sides of her shoulders, revealing a delicate collarbone. Below is a slightly thin waist. The two vest lines are submerged Tie up the black leather pants with a belt to stop all subsequent ambiguous thoughts.

The idea of ​​teasing appeared in an instant, and the expression on Zhang's face, which was obviously troubled, but insisted on saying that he completely trusted himself, seemed to surface again.

Liu Hai blocked Ge Zijie's side face, so that others could not see the corners of her mouth, but An Jing, who was very close, could see it clearly, together with her white teeth and teasing tone.

"Neck... is it properly covered?"

Ge Zijie's original intention was not to hear An Jing's answer, but her expression of astonishment instantly made him feel happy. Seeing this wooden face with an expression other than a blank expression...it was very fulfilling.

Pulling An Jing's collar on the right side to expose her shoulder, when she retracted her hand, she purposely rubbed her index finger against the place where she left marks last night, as if she could see through the place An Jing tried hard to cover up. .

"It's well covered." Ge Zijie's voice rose slightly, as if encouraging a student who got full marks in the exam.