Divorced by the actor right after she was pregnant?

"Only shoot him alone, no other partner is allowed!" Bu Xinglan's waywardness made the editor-in-chief feel bald.

Manny looked troubled.As long as an artist is under his command, he will do his best to shoot the most visually impactful pictures. At this moment, Bu Xinglan's stop is equivalent to restricting his artistic expression.

He looked at Editor-in-Chief Feng, and Editor-in-Chief Feng took a deep breath, but still couldn't help feeling his scalp tingle when he saw Shangbu Xinglan's gloomy expression.Bu Xinglan is actually not difficult to deal with, what is difficult is his protective parents and elder brother, especially although Bu Xinglan seems to be asking too much, it is actually a trivial matter for the magazine.

What's more, he himself is dissatisfied with Qu Yan's reputation.

Bu Xinglan thought that Manny couldn't understand Chinese, so he said it again in English. Manny was speechless, but Bu Xinglan raised his eyebrows and said it again in French.

There is no way to continue, he only knows these three languages.

After retreating N times, Editor-in-Chief Feng still said sternly: "Boss, we are working."

"I don't care if you work or not." Bu Xinglan was very displeased: "If I say no, I won't."

Teng Bin also came over, tentatively comforting: "Qu Yan is an artist, this kind of thing will definitely happen often in the future..."

It's over, his 'pacification' seems to have had the opposite effect...

Bu Xinglan's gloomy face seemed to tear people apart.

Editor-in-chief Feng finally gritted his teeth, and suddenly threw the problem on Qu Yan: "Qu Yan, what do you think?"

Qu Yan seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and took the hot potato very calmly.

"It's definitely going to be filmed." Qu Yan also knew that this opportunity is rare, but when Bu Xinglan turned his gaze, he said slowly: "Have you considered changing the model? For example..."

Manny and Editor-in-Chief Feng's thoughts suddenly brightened, and the editor-in-chief smiled and said, "Boss, look..."

Manny has been a photographer for so many years and knows exactly what kind of person is on camera.Bu Xinglan's appearance seems to be born to be photographed every minute and every second, but a person of his background, except for family photos and special invitations, it is impossible for a popular magazine like F·G.

Bu Xinglan sneered when he found that the expectant eyes fell on him, "You want to shoot me?"

He raised his chin, with a haughty expression on his face, the words of refusal came to his lips, and after meeting Qu Yan's dark eyes, he suddenly changed, "Do you want me to cooperate with you?"

"Do me a favor." Qu Yan's tone was gentle, and Bu Xinglan was flattered by his deliberately lowered posture, thinking that his beauty had fooled me, and said arrogantly: "Your ancestral grave must be smoking."

Qu Yan cooperated with showing a look of deep honor.

Because Bu Xinglan didn't need to show his whole face, the staff didn't scribble on his face, but just picked a few neutral clothes for him to choose from. Bu Xinglan was quite hypocritical, so he chose one It was emphasized by the staff that no one has worn it.

When Bu Xinglan came out, he was wearing tight leather pants and a very loose and irregular shirt on his upper body. This was because he disliked the matching top.The shirt made him very thin, and it covered his waist just right, making people unable to help but think of the buttocks wrapped in leather pants underneath.

It was a little unnatural for him to pose for a photo, but he behaved quite frankly. He strode over and stared at Qu Yan, with a bit of annoyed and angry expression after being kicked out of the duck.Qu Yan lowered his eyelashes and sat down on the black chair. At Manny's request, he put his hand on Bu Xinglan's waist lightly, as if deliberately keeping a distance from him.

He was clearly dressed sexy, but his expression was cold and restrained. When Bu Xinglan thought of the female model just now, he immediately raised his legs and stepped on him, looking as if he was about to cause trouble.

Someone said to Qu Yan: "Do it again according to the posture just now, and remember what I told you."

Qu Yan met his clear eyes, tightened his hands, the loose shirt was wrinkled by his strength, and the round buttocks wrapped in leather pants were exposed to the camera, half covered by a big hand.

Bu Xinglan moved uncomfortably, and approached him with a straight face: "Did you take advantage of that woman just now?"

Qu Yan explained lightly: "It's just work."

I really can't understand how he doesn't care about anything.Bu Xinglan reached out to hug his neck, but a voice came from behind, "Cooperate with Qu Yan and don't move around."

Bu Xinglan also understood that it was very individualistic to kick the model away. Although he showed dissatisfaction on his face, he did not continue to be self-willed.

"Qu Yan, look at the camera."

Qu Yan raised his eyes.

Bu Xinglan twisted on his chest, and the back of his head was suddenly held down by him. Qu Yan didn't know whether he was exercising himself in front of the camera or he had discussed it with the cameraman. The hand that was originally on his hip moved up slowly. The shirt was lifted, and a chill was felt at the waist, but the hand seemed to have completed the task, stopping on his skin without continuing to move.

Bu Xinglan frowned slightly, and felt that the man's lips were gently pressed against his ears. At that moment, he almost forgot that they were still posing for pictures, thinking that Qu Yan was going to say something to him.

From the angle of the camera, you can see half of Bu Xinglan's waist is exposed, very white.The man held his head with one hand, put his other hand into his shirt, put his lips next to his ear, looked at the camera with deep eyes, and looked like a high-ranking predator, as if the person in his arms was his exclusive possession. It seems to be taking an oath of ownership, and it also seems to be warning others not to think about it.

The most wonderful thing is the slender bare toes hanging on the ground, slightly standing on tiptoe. The fragile and pale color contrasts sharply with the black leather trouser legs at the ankles, as if they are bearing some indescribable weight.

Bu Xinglan's waist was attached to his abdomen because of his arm's movement. Even through the shirt, one could see that his back was slightly arched and his slender neck was tilted back. The man wore a silver ring and had well-defined bones. He held it with his fingers, as if letting him handle it, so fragile that people wanted to destroy it.

Qu Yan finally lowered his eyes and looked at him, slightly curled his lips, and was captured by Manny in an instant.

The man's neckline was opened, and his smile was indulgent and aggressive, like a tiger sniffing a rose, which made people overwhelmed.

Looking at that smile, Bu Xinglan's heartbeat accelerated for another two seconds, and when he walked out under the lamp, he still couldn't recover.He didn't shrink back until the soles of his feet were shivered by the cold floor.

He ordered Qu Yan to put the socks on for him: "I helped you, and you help me, that's fair."

Qu Yan pinched his slender ankle with a good temper, and put his socks on seriously, with a gentlemanly attitude and a serious expression.

Bu Xinglan deliberately stepped on his shoulder with the other foot and played with his ears with his cold toes. Teng Bin looked unbearable, but Manny's eyes were subtle.

Qu Yan put on one foot for him, then took off the foot on the shoulder and put it on, saying: "Okay, let's change clothes."

"Aren't we a fitting room?"

Qu Yan nodded, Bu Xinglan opened his hands and said intentionally, "Hold me over."

Qu Yan paused, Bu Xinglan thought he was not happy, and his heart was filled with the pleasure of forcing him: "Hurry up."

"Then you don't need to do anything." He was referring to Bu Xinglan asking him to wear socks, as if accusing him.

Bu Xinglan said confidently, "I'm happy."

Qu Yan didn't say anything more, he reached out and picked him up like a child, and walked towards the fitting room.Teng Bin put himself in the shoes of Qu Yan and felt angry for Qu Yan. He thought that Bu Xinglan raised Qu Yan just for sex, but unexpectedly he insulted him like this. This matter will spread in the future. In front of so many people, how can he get off in the future? come to Taiwan.

Teng Bin immediately turned to explain to Editor-in-Chief Feng: "We, Qu Yan and Mr. Bu are just... good friends!"

Editor-in-Chief Feng had a subtle and strange expression on his face.

After Bu Xinglan changed his clothes and came out, Manny nodded to him with a smile: "Thank you Mr. Bu, I will send you a copy of the photo as soon as it is taken."

This photographer is very good, Bu Xinglan nodded, and when he walked out the door, he suddenly realized later: "Did he just speak Chinese?"

"Ah."

Bu Xinglan put on a serious face, angrily: "He can speak Chinese, and he just pretended not to understand?!"

"..." Did you really not realize that what you said just now made people feel embarrassed?

Qu Yan chose to skip the topic: "Where are we going now?"

"I'll ask someone to move the dormitory for you, have you moved yet?"

"It's not very convenient over there." Qu Yan explained: "Boss Qin has prepared a new dormitory for us, which is very clean and bright."

Bu Xinglan frowned: "What kind? Why don't I know?"

"I heard that it was the dormitory that you two decided to allocate to us after discussing it. Why did you forget?"

Bu Xinglan's expression changed, she immediately turned away, and snorted coldly: "Of course I didn't forget."

... Bu Xinglan seemed a little strange.Qu Yan let him occupy Teng Bin's car, and said, "Are you looking for me today?"

"Just passing by." Bu Xinglan said simply: "Are you busy tonight?"

"I'm going to join the crew next week, and I'm going to read the script tonight."

"What about next week, what are you panicking about?" Bu Xinglan turned his head and said, "Is it difficult for you to memorize the script?"

"Then I'll accompany you tonight." Qu Yan drove seriously, following the example of kindness: "Where do you want to go?"

"Let's go shopping!"

When they arrived at the mall, Bu Xinglan took him to Superstar to buy a pair of couple sweaters, tried them on first, and then came out and asked, "Does it look good?"

Naturally, he doesn't look bad in his clothes.Qu Yan nodded: "It looks good."

Bu Xinglan looked in the mirror, bent his lips, and said, "You go and change it too."

"I may not be suitable..."

"You can wear it as long as you are told, so much nonsense."

The store manager hurriedly took the clothes and handed them to Qu Yan, and said with a slight smile, "Mr. is so tall and handsome, it must be suitable."

Bu Xinglan smiled slightly: "You also think he is handsome?"

He should come here often to shop, the store manager said with a smile: "Of course, the people around Master Bu, no matter men or women, have good looks."

Bu Xinglan nodded, thought for a while, and said seriously: "Except for Qin Yao."

Qin Yao sneezed.

Qu Yan took off his clothes, his heart sank again.

Bu Xinglan's treatment of Qin Yao... seems to be very different from other people.

Five minutes later, when Bu Xinglan heard the door of the fitting room being opened, Bu Xinglan raised his head lazily, and was stunned for a moment.The whole set of branded clothes was worn by Qu Yan, as if they were worn on a model. The store manager was stunned, and asked Bu Xinglan in a low voice, "Is your friend a male model?"

Bu Xinglan laughed: "No, but you can take a photo, maybe your brand will consider finding him as a spokesperson."

The store manager's eyes lit up.

Superstar is also an international brand, and usually invites mostly European and American male models. Now that Qu Yan has tried this, people find that oriental men can also support their brand, and Qu Yan has a confident and calm extravagance. This kind of nobility is very similar to that of Bu Xinglan, which can only be cultivated after more than ten years of pampering.

Although it was strange to appear on a little-known artist, the store manager still took a few photos of Qu Yan.

Qu Yan was still arranging his clothes, but was slightly taken aback by the sudden capture.

Bu Xinglan has already opened his mouth to stop: "Only one is allowed."

The store manager saw his displeasure, and reluctantly deleted a few photos in front of him, and Bu Xinglan was satisfied.

He walked over and pulled Qu Yan's collar, pulled the two peas hanging from the hat to the same height, raised his face and smiled to express his pleasure: "I haven't lost anyone."

Bu Xinglan swiped the card to pay, her beautiful eyes still fell on Qu Yan,

Qu Yan subconsciously turned his face away, but the gaze was still on his back, making him feel confused.

He felt that every time Bu Xinglan's eyeballs moved, they were unscrupulously seductive.

The clerk packed up the old clothes for them, said that they would help deliver them to the parking lot later, and then sent them out the door with the most enthusiastic smile.

As soon as he went out, Bu Xinglan grabbed his hand domineeringly. The hand was slightly cool and soft. Qu Yan subconsciously retracted his fingers and secretly lowered his eyes to look at him. lead?"

Before Qu Yan could answer, he interlocked his fingers forcefully and said provocatively, "I want to hold you!"

There was a burst of tenderness and pampering in Qu Yan's heart, but his face became a little more serious.This guy... He really didn't know how to react.

Bu Xinglan dragged him around all morning, and the clerks all said that they would help deliver the things to the parking lot later. Gradually at noon, Qu Yan saw that he was going to be extravagant again, so he couldn't help but said: "Have you been to the square before?" Is it the food street?"

"No." After he finished speaking, as if to cover up his ignorance, he said confidently: "My mother said it was unhygienic."

"May I treat you to a skewer?"

His voice was gentle and sexy, and Bu Xinglan's voice softened when he heard his bones soften: "Is it delicious?"

“I went there twice with my friends, it was delicious.”

Bu Xinglan frowned: "Boyfriend or girlfriend?"

Qu Yan felt sweet in his heart, "Ordinary friends."

"Oh." Bu Xinglan laughed again, suddenly remembered something, and said: "I forgot to remind you, if you have a date, you can break up, I don't want my person to be in two boats, understand? "

Qu Yan restrained the urge to kiss him, and said in a deep voice, "I know."

Bu Xinglan pinched his face: "You're so good, then I'll listen to you once, and go eat skewers."

"You don't seem to like spicy food." Sitting in the shop surrounded by retro atmosphere, Qu Yan said carefully: "I ordered non-spicy ones, and the noodles here are also okay."

Bu Xinglan rested her chin and looked at the small blackboard in the store. There were some cute notes on it, especially one written with a flash pen: "If you love him, bring him here for you! Hearts, string them together~" followed by a very western-style heart comparison.

"Boss?"

Bu Xinglan turned his gaze to his face, blinked and said, "Are you in love with me?"

Qu Yan's heartbeat instantly became faster, but his breathing was slow. His Adam's apple rolled, and he wanted to say something.

"Don't fall in love with me." Bu Xinglan blinked and said, "Between us, Start and Stop is up to me. You have to be prepared to leave at any time."

Qu Yan held the bamboo stick, pursed his lips, and lowered his eyelashes expressionlessly.

"Hmm..." Bu Xinglan folded his hands and laid them flat on the table, then leaned back, put his chin down, tilted his head, put his cheek on the back of his hands, observed his expression, and said in an innocent and innocent tone :"Are you angry?"

"..."

"Yeah." He smirked: "Are you really in love with me?"