Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

The editor-in-chief had no choice but to walk over and ask, "What's wrong? Fei."

Wen Liang showed her the photos in the camera, "The angle was not found well, and the photo did not look good."

The editor looked at the photo, turned a few pages back, and looked up at her in confusion, "Isn't this good?"

Wen Liang, "Is this good?"

"Isn't that bad?"

"What's wrong with this?"

"Are your demands on yourself too high? Why don't you let Mr. Charles see for himself?"

Wen Liang paused for a moment, then raised his head and stared at Fu Zheng, "Come and take a look."

Fu Zheng stood up and walked over. Yiyan looked at the photos in the camera and said with a smile, "Not bad, Fei, your skills are very good."

White came over and took a look at the photo: "?"

The model’s background is here, no matter who takes the photo, she will not be ugly. How can you tell that she has good skills?

Alas, Mr. Charles is so kind.

"Tell the truth."

"I told the truth."

Wen Liang was silent and pursed her lips. Could it be her own problem?

She always felt that Fu Zheng in the photo was not good-looking.

It wasn't that he didn't look good. Fu Zheng in the photo was still handsome and stylish, but she always felt that he didn't look as handsome as he did in reality.

Is it because she is too familiar with Fu Zheng?

How familiar is she with Fu Zheng?

To exaggerate, she knew Fu Zheng until he turned into ashes.

During her time from high school to college, Fu Zheng's face often appeared in her dreams in various ways.

Wherever he appeared, her eyes would definitely fall on him.

They later slept together for another three years.

She knew every detail about him.

The more familiar you become, the more you will notice the flaws in your photos.

Just like sometimes the retoucher cannot satisfy the customer.

Fu Zheng's facial features are undoubtedly handsome and extraordinary. No matter who takes the photo, no one will make him look ugly.

It's just that Fu Zheng in the photo is not stunning enough, and the beauty of Fu Zheng's appearance is not fully utilized.

Wen Liang said, "Sit back first, and I'll feel it again."

"it is good."

Fu Zheng returned to the chair and sat down.

Wen Liang picked up the camera and took a picture of his face.

She enlarged the photo and took a look, and suddenly felt that no fancy angles were as handsome as the straight face.

Wen Liang turned to White and the editor, "How many photos are needed?"

"Four to five." White replied, "Can you do it? If not, change someone else."

"Of course it can be done, don't worry."

Wen Liang took the camera and said to Fu Zheng, "Come on, let's take another photo without smiling... Just imagine your ex-wife's expression when you see her boyfriend... That's it, that's it."

White: "..."

This was the first time he saw a photographer guide like this.

Wen Liang now treats Fu Zheng like his own cub, wanting others to see his best side.

She planned to take four photos, four pieces of clothing, four different angles, and four backgrounds.

This one is considered a pass with a straight face, and there are still three more to go.

Wen Liang walked over and stood one step in front of Fu Zheng, observing his face carefully, moving to the left and to the right, bound to find the angle she was most satisfied with.

"You haven't seen enough after all these years?" Fu Zheng smiled and whispered.

Wen Liang: "Stop, you will smile like this when we take photos later."

Fu Zheng: "..."

"Change the background and change the coat."

The assistant immediately found a black suit jacket from his bag, handed it to Fu Zheng to put on, and moved it to a nearby set for filming.

Wen Liang guided Fu Zheng, "Smile, from the bottom of your heart just like before... Okay, that's it."

Wen Liang enlarged the photo and looked at the details carefully. This photo was OK.

"Take off your coat, let's go over there and take pictures."

White was surprised, "Changing places so quickly?! I see you didn't take a few pictures."

“You only need four pictures in total, so you don’t need to take a lot.”

"What if Mr. Charles can't choose four?"

"You can definitely choose."

In the third picture, Fu Zheng is sitting on the sofa.

Wen Liang wants to pat his whole body.

She said, "Be natural and don't be too stiff. Just sit how you normally sit."

Looking at Fu Zheng's long legs with nowhere to rest in the photo, Wen Liang nodded with satisfaction.

"Change places."

White, "So fast?"

"Ah."

Wen Liang didn't like the remaining backgrounds. She thought for a while and said to Fu Zheng, "Let's go outside and take a photo in the car."

"it is good."

"Where is your car?"

"underground garage."

Wen Liang turned around and asked the editor and White, "Whose car is in the parking lot in front of the building?"

"Mine, use mine." The editor said, "It just happened to be washed a few days ago."

Several staff members took the reflectors and went down together.

Fu Zheng sat in the driver's seat and lowered the window halfway.

"Look here, pay attention to your eyes. Just think that he is your ex-wife's boyfriend." Wen Liang pointed to White next to him.

White: "?"

After taking this photo, Wen Liang looked at the four selected photos carefully to make sure there were no omissions, "Okay, let's call it a day."

"Is the filming finished now?" White asked questioningly as he stepped forward and opened the door for Fu Zheng.

"Ah."

White was unsure, but he still smiled at Fu Zheng and said, "Mr. Charles, let's go up and choose photos."

Fu Zheng glanced at Wen Liang's figure.

Back in the reception room, Wen Liang imported the photos into the computer, moved the four photos she had carefully taken together, and glanced at Fu Zheng, "I think these four are the best."

White frowned, "Mr. Charles chose, not you."

What's going on with this photographer? Why is it so weird?

Although these four are really good.

Fu Zheng said, "I also think these four are pretty good, that's all."

White: "?"

Ok.

He stopped talking.

"Then I'll go back and edit the pictures." Wen Liang closed the computer and packed his backpack.

"Wait a minute, Fei, let's have dinner together at noon, and the two chief editors will be together," Fu Zheng said.

White agreed hurriedly, "Mr. Charles is so kind, but I will be disrespectful."

Seeing that Wen Liang remained silent, White urged in a low voice, "Why don't you agree quickly? What a rare opportunity!"

"Ok."

Wen Liang looked at Fu Zheng, met his earnest gaze, and agreed.

White recommended a Western restaurant.

Fu Zheng asked his assistant to reserve a box in advance.

The waiter took four menus and placed one for each person on the table.

Fu Zheng didn't open it, glanced at Wen Liang, and said to the three of them, "Just order whatever you want to eat, I'll treat you."

White said politely: "It cost Mr. Charles money."

"Classic Niçoise salad with cream cheese, Australian sirloin steak, black pepper sauce, Bernardone Bolognese, tiramisu, Moscato white wine." Wen Liang said to the waiter.

White: "..."

What happened to this photographer? !

Don’t treat yourself as an outsider at all!

During the meal, White and the editor were leading the conversation.

Wen Liang has been eating, and if he doesn't eat, he won't eat.

As she ate, she thought, now that the fake boyfriend is gone, what else can she do to make Fu Zheng remember better?

Yesterday he was still confident when designing Richard, but today he concealed his identity and became the subject of her photography. He was as arbitrary and arbitrary as ever.

If he hadn't done this, she might have told him the truth.