Beautiful wife is the best: rich husband has deep routines

"Single family?"

I don't know if it's because I heard that the Shan family is more sensitive, or if the word with the same name is more likely to attract Jiang Zitong's attention, she turned her head in an instant, looked at Situ Zhilan seriously and continued to ask: "What Shan family?"

"You don't know? The Shan family of the big chaebol! That is the world's largest wealthy family. Don't you know? The wealth of this single family only needs to move a little finger to kill Ning Zha Zha."

Situ Zhilan said with a proud expression, in fact, if I really want to talk about the wealthy Shan family, I guess I can't finish talking about it for a few days and nights.

"Hmm, does it look very powerful?"

"That's right! That's a super rich family! Haven't you heard of it? It's bumpy!"

The photographer drank half a pot of tea outside, suppressed his anger, and then returned to the studio.

"Let Jiang Zitong get ready, it's up to her to shoot."

While adjusting the lens of the camera, the photographer said to the assistant beside him.

Afterwards, he frowned, and muttered another sentence: "Jiang Zitong? Jiang, Zi, Tong?"

Before the photographer's assistant called Jiang Zitong, she had already appeared in the photographer's lens.

Jiang Zitong leaned slightly towards the camera, smiled, and his manners were just right.

She also politely said to the photographer behind the camera: "Master, thank you for your hard work."

The photographer looked at Jiang Zitong sitting on the grand teacher's chair from a small frame, with a solemn face, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

It's like... the daughter of a nobleman, the master of the harem...

The magazine greeted the photographer in advance, saying that Jiang Yurou and Jiang Zitong are cousins ​​and sisters, please take care of them.

However, Jiang Yurou left a bad impression on the photographer, even looking at Jiang Zitong was a little uncomfortable.

However, what the photographer didn't expect was that Jiang Zitong's expression in the camera was completely different from Jiang Yurou's, with a lot more aura.

Instead, he was pleasantly surprised and had a lot of new inspiration for shooting.

After a set was taken, the photographer suddenly said to Jiang Zitong: "Miss Jiang Zitong, please put on the mask."

In the past ten minutes or so, the more he shot, the more he felt that Jiang Zitong in this shot looked like a person, so he had a bold idea, and he could take this opportunity to confirm it.

After Situ Zhilan heard the photographer's request, she immediately put on the golden mask when the filming stopped.

There are two masks for the two sets of costumes, one is hand-held and the other is wearing.

Holding up two masks, Situ Zhilan asked the photographer, "Then what...Master, which one do you wear?"

Hearing this, the photographer poked his head out from behind the camera, looked at the mask in Situ Zhilan's hand, hesitated for a while, and then said: "Use the one you wear first. If you hold it, you can use it when the two of you take a group photo. "

"Okay, put it on now."

Situ Zhilan put it on Jiang Zitong carefully, in super slow motion, to prevent her shaking hands and messing up her hairstyle and makeup.

The moment Situ Zhilan walked away from Jiang Zitong, the photographer was completely stunned, slowly lowered the camera, stood up straight and looked at the person who was still sitting opposite.

"Queenie?" the photographer whispered, and couldn't believe his eyes, "Cough, Ms. Jiang Zitong, please stand up and join the group."

Jiang Zitong nodded, and with Situ Zhilan's help, he stood up.

"Turn your back on me, and then look back at me."

Jiang Zitong did the same again, turning his back to the photographer, and when he turned around, two-thirds of his profile came into the mirror.

"what!"

After a ghostly cry, the photographer seemed to have discovered some great secret, and hurriedly covered his mouth tightly in fright.

"Jiang Zitong! I, I'm about to shoot, hold on! Don't move!"

When the photographer called Jiang Zitong, he obviously lacked confidence.

The person in front of me looks like Queenie, but more like supermodel Jiang Zitong.

If it's really that Jiang Zitong, taking pictures with his rank, I'm afraid it will be wronged.

Jiang Zitong hesitated for a long time, but the photographer didn't want to take pictures. If she didn't take pictures, she wouldn't be able to hold on anymore, so she winked at Situ Zhilan.

Situ Zhilan hurriedly said to the photographer: "Master, do you still shoot from this angle? If not, let's change it? My little girl is about to fall."

After such a reminder, the photographer began to shoot quickly.During the period, he also issued instructions several times, asking Jiang Zitong to change the angle and posture by himself.

Jiang Zitong didn't spend too much skill on it, he just stood upright, turned sideways, put his hands on his shoulders, his waist, and made a bow.

He doesn't have too many smiles, but his eyes are bright and his emotions are mobilized very well.

The photographer felt that he had made a profit. The shutter in his hand kept pressing, almost continuously shooting.

He thinks that no matter how the photos are released in the end, they will all look good.

Especially, his current mood was about to burst, and he was so excited.

The more he looks, the more he looks like the real supermodel Jiang Zitong!

"Very good! One with a toothless grin, and another one with a cold, seductive one!"