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The photographer's lens was always fixed on Jiang Yurou's body.It is rare for him to see oriental women with such three-dimensional facial features, especially the side faces under the camera are more beautiful.

He believes that such a beautiful woman leads the trend, and once she is published in a fashion magazine, she will definitely become popular in Europe, America, and even the world.

Although the photographer is a foreigner, he is very obsessed with the classical aesthetics and culture of the East, and even learned Chinese as the Romans did.

At this time, speaking fluent Chinese, he asked the staff on site to take their positions, and at the same time reminded Jiang Yurou to relax and prepare for the official start of filming.

Jiang Yurou is eager to win, and she must surpass Jiang Zitong in the group photo of the two, so she not only has to work hard on the two-person photo, but also excels in the single-person photo.

"Miss Jiang Yurou, let's take a frontal photo and a frontal mask first. You can find out how you feel first. Of course, I will also take photos based on how I feel."

After walking two steps forward, Jiang Yurou leaned lightly on the back of the Grand Master's chair, raised her chin slightly, and unconsciously revealed a charming look in her eyes.

Relying on his keen sense of photography for many years, the photographer suddenly discovered the problem after snapping a few photos at the right time.

Where is the oriental beauty he wants?What about the Eastern Divine Truth?What about the majestic main room he wants?

What's going on with this concubine-like demeanor and the appearance of a prostitute?

It was really impossible to continue shooting, the photographer put down the camera in his hand, and stopped Jiang Yurou's posing: "Miss Jiang Yurou, I think you may not be fully in the mood. In this way, let's rest for 5 minutes before continuing to shoot. You can try to imagine A dignified, dignified air and posture."

Jiang Yurou was very cooperative and nodded: "Okay, let me try."

This time, she seemed to be really in the mood. After taking two steps, she came to sit sideways on the teacher's chair, looked at the photographer with almond eyes and brows, and the corners of her mouth slightly curled up.

The photographer quickly raised the camera, took five consecutive shots, and then motioned for her to adjust the pose and angle.

However, Jiang Yurou's posture has changed, and the angle has also changed, but this smile is a fake smile with stiff muscles.

After the photographer took a group shot, he stood up straight and pointed to Jiang Yurou, "Miss Jiang Yurou, you really smile, you really smile, don't stare too deliberately, you need to bring some light."

Jiang Yurou tried to adjust her smile, but the more she adjusted, the more unnatural her smile became, until she was completely embarrassed.

The photographer's patience was worn out bit by bit, and after several times of guiding Jiang Yurou, he still couldn't get the result he wanted, and his face became ugly.

"Who told me that Jiang Yurou is a supermodel in S city, comparable to the supermodel Queenie?"

Once again, the photographer called to stop the shooting, and the photographer put down the camera in his hand, and kept complaining to the assistant: "Where is Jiang Yurou's professional attitude? What about her professional skills? She was eaten by dogs? So is Queenie. It's brainless to show for this kind of vase." Is it filled with paste?"

The photographer and his assistant stood nearer to Jiang Zitong and Situ Zhilan, so every word he said fell into their ears.

After the filming of Jiang Yurou's part resumed, Situ Zhilan nodded at Jiang Zitong's small waist beside her, smiling treacherously.

"Look, an outsider is arguing for you! It took less than half an hour to shoot, and Jiang Yurou had so many problems, how will I continue to shoot?"

Jiang Zitong pulled Situ Zhilan to the lounge chair next to her and sat down: "It seems that her part will take a long time before it reaches me. Let's sit for a while, drink tea, and chat."

"Actually, what I want to know most now is, if the photographer knows that Jiang Yurou has moved a lot of knives all over his body, will he be so angry that he wants to vomit blood?"

Jiang Zitong glanced at Situ Zhilan, smiled and said nothing.

On the other side, the photographer lost his temper after being tossed about, and he didn't bother to guide Jiang Yurou anymore, as if he just finished shooting the solo part of Jiang Yurou's first group.

However, this time it was Jiang Yurou's turn not to let the photographer go, and kept following behind him, asking how she was doing and whether the shots were good.

It is estimated that Jiang Yurou was behind the photographer, so she couldn't see his face clearly, and didn't notice that he was already on the verge of blowing hair.

The photographer's assistant knew his boss well and was familiar with his temper. At the moment before he lost his temper and cursed others, he pushed his boss out to drink tea.

The assistant himself gave Jiang Yurou a thumbs up, and said flatteringly, "It's pretty good, the original photos taken by Ms. Jiang Yurou are very good-looking. You take a break, and there are group photos to be taken later."

Situ Zhilan vomited, feeling that the photographer was the only one in the group who was not blind.

"The little assistant said something against his will, doesn't his conscience ache?" Situ Zhilan approached Jiang Zitong's ear, and said with disgust, "I'm afraid Jiang Yurou only has this little ability, because she has the Ning family behind her. Isn't it A mere Ning family? Can it be compared with the Shan family? It’s like a world, a world! A little is like a big witch!"