I'm the supporting role, so are you?

Chapter 5 Done?

"Ok."

Zhang Qian listened silently and complained to Zhao Changming.

【Ye Jing didn't lose his temper?Didn't make a fuss on the spot? 】

【No, he still...】

Taking advantage of their make-up, Zhang Qian added fuel and vinegar to tell the story.

This time, Zhao Changming replied a little slower: [Okay, I see. 】

Mud can't support the wall...

It's really not good to be too easy to blow hair before, and this kind of character in the entertainment industry is the most prone to accidents.

But now, it doesn't matter if you are too weak, wouldn't you let others trample on you?

Zhao Changming thought about it, this is really too bad.

Zhao Changming didn't give a positive reply, and Zhang Qian didn't know what he was thinking, so he could only silently wait for Ye Jinghua to finish.

It would be best if they start filming first, and Yuan Zhou will be pissed off!

It's a pity that last time they suffered a loss from playing later, this time Yuan Zhou and the others were much faster.

The little assistant was still thrushing Ye Jing, but it was over there.

When passing by their door, Yuan Zhou inadvertently glanced inside and paused slightly.

Why does he still have someone to make up for him?
"Let's go." Du Qizhi reminded him.

Although he didn't understand why Yuan Zhou insisted on having trouble with such a small character, he was also happy to make Zhao Changming feel uncomfortable.

But this kind of trick, playing a few times should be enough.

Even if there is any personal grievance, it should not be too ugly on the surface.

"Okay." Yuan Zhou stared at the suit on Ye Jing's body and smiled again.

Two brands, similar styles.

The same style, the last cover and one inner page.

His brand is quite famous, Ye Jing, heh.

As long as the filming starts, Ye Jing has already lost.

If you don't shoot, Ye Jing's reputation will be over.

This time, he wanted to see how Ye Jing could stand up again!

The complacent Yuan Zhou picked up his mood, and the shooting went very smoothly.

Following the photographer's instructions, Yuan Zhou felt that the dawn of victory was just around the corner!

Every angle, he tries to be perfect.

Sometimes even take the initiative to ask to take a few more.

Until the filming was over, he was still a little unsatisfied.

These photos will eventually be sent to the brand for confirmation, one will be selected as the cover, and a few will be included in the inner pages.

"Let's go." Du Qizhi walked over and reminded him blankly: "You're going to record a song in half an hour, and you don't have enough time."

This magazine was originally scheduled for tomorrow, and once Ye Jing moved ahead, he insisted on moving forward accordingly.

Ye Jing has nothing to do, and they are not idle.

Yuan Zhou was busy with his schedule, took off his makeup in a hurry, changed his clothes, and left with the car.

As soon as he left, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

I have to say that the sudden increase in workload made them feel a little upset.

So is the photographer, of course.

Originally, it was his apprentice who was in charge of filming this film. He hadn't taken this kind of position for many years, but the other party suddenly asked to shoot in advance. His apprentice couldn't come back in time, so he, the master, could only take over temporarily.

Not to mention getting annoyed.

This kind of dissatisfaction is not easy to flare up in front of Yuan Zhou, who is always ready to greet people with a smile. After seeing Ye Jing, who has a completely different makeup, he exploded instantly.

"Who asked you to change your makeup?" The photographer stared at him sharply, full of anger: "The image given by the brand is white-collar, an elite, and a sense of dignity! You are..."

Ye Jing looked directly at him, raised his chest and walked slowly over.

The slim suit made him tall, with broad shoulders and a thin waist.

The long legs wrapped in the fabric slightly outline the shape of the muscles while walking, which is very imposing.

In particular, the pair of sword eyebrows are not angry and prestige, which makes people subconsciously want to retreat.

For some reason, the photographer suddenly lost his temper, stroked his chin and tilted his head slightly, lost in thought.

This feeling seems familiar.

He thought of a business tycoon he once photographed, and instantly conceived several light and shadow shapes in his mind.

Ye Jing walked in front of him, condescending, with a low and hoarse voice: "I think it's better this way."

The words are concise, and the brows are slightly frowned when speaking, as if a little impatient, but reluctantly enduring the stupidity of the subordinates.

That's what it feels like!

The photographer's eyes suddenly brightened.

The little assistant was trembling, and his voice trembled a little: "Zhang, Mr. Zhang, why don't I uninstall it and reinstall it for him..."

Or, the make-up over there has already been finished, and I asked the two makeup artists to come over, I wonder if it is possible...

"...Let's take a look first." Zhang Qian was also a little helpless.

He actually understood Ye Jing's reluctance to let others down, but sometimes, in the face of absolute advantages, there are always times when he has to bow his head.

This is entertainment, this is life.

He has already thought out his lines, and if they quarrel later, how will he go to save the scene.

But in the next second, the angry photographer snapped his fingers: "Keep this expression! Stand up!"

Anger came quickly, and it was received even faster.

The background is a desk and floor-to-ceiling windows, the photographer frowned: "Change the background! Use a solid color!"

All lights changed.

Everyone moved.

Changed several backgrounds again and again, and took one after another.

The photographer jumped up and down, making requests one by one, completely no longer the perfunctory look just now.

It was as if the tension just now had never happened before.

Under his influence, other people's movements became much more agile, and the scenery became more and more exquisite and gorgeous.

Zhang Qian and the little assistant looked at each other: "Is this... done?"

Probably the photographer had an inspiration and frantically took many photos, and even asked Ye Jing to change his clothes halfway through.

Ye Jing let him direct, and tried to make every movement as standard and natural as possible. After the filming, his body was stiff, and he felt that his hands and feet could not be controlled.

Seeing him move down slowly in a strange posture, the photographer looked at him with a smile on his face: "Not bad, the expression is quite natural, have you ever been a model before?"

Quite dedicated, no matter how tossing without saying a word.

Ye Jing put down the hand rubbing his arm and smiled: "No."

"Quite savvy." The photographer paused for a few seconds on his face, turned on the phone and handed it over: "Add a WeChat, happy cooperation."

"Ok."

After removing the makeup, Zhang Qian was still a little hesitant: "I've never seen this photographer before, and I feel that he has a serious temper. What's his name?"

The atmosphere is also quite strong.

"It's called..." Ye Jing slumped in the back seat, and managed to raise his phone to take a look: "...the light in the dark night?"

Didn't give a real name either.

"WeChat name...that's enough for a second grader." Zhang Qian looked at it in his busy schedule, and frowned: "I'll ask Brother Zhao later."

"Well."

Really exhausted, tossing and tossing all day, Ye Jing raised his hand to cover his brows and eyes: "I'll sleep for a while."

"Go to sleep." Zhang Qian turned on the air conditioner and closed the windows: "It's a bit congested. I'll call you when we get there."

Ye Jing's vigilance is high, but his consciousness is light.

As soon as the car stopped, he immediately opened his eyes.

"Ah, you're awake." Zhang Qian got into the car with a bag of things, and Ye Jing hummed and sat up.

It happened to be at the intersection of his house, Zhang Qian stopped downstairs, saw that he was still going to take him upstairs, Ye Jing shook his head: "I can go up by myself, you are tired too, go back and rest early."

"Okay." Zhang Qian is not a coy person, he mentioned the bag: "Your dinner, remember to eat, I will go back."

Ye Jing put on the mask and smiled: "Thank you, how about eating together? It will save you having to cook when you go back."

"...No." Zhang Qian grinned, enigmatically proud: "My wife made delicious food."

"..."

Ye Jing waved his hand angrily: "All right, goodbye."

What did he do wrong?
I have to eat dog food after a day of tiredness.

The world is so big, could it be that he is the only single dog left?

After watching Zhang Qian drive away, he turned around and prepared to go home.

Just a few steps away, when passing by the flowers, there was a rustling sound on the right side, and a figure stood up slowly.

There was no one around, and the wind picked up the fallen leaves and swirled them past.

If it wasn't dark yet, this scene would really be a living ghost movie configuration.

"Ah Jing! Why did you just come back!?"

Ye Jing was taken aback.

Who is this?

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