The male gods are vying to be my father

The thin piece of paper was passed around in the hands of the fathers, but in the end they couldn't wait to pull out their eyeballs and pretend they didn't see anything!

Angry.

Want to hit someone.

But the agreement clearly states that they cannot do anything...

And the consequences of their actions are something they would not like to see even if they are killed.

The piece of paper was finally passed to Zhou Jing's hands.

With a sound of "噗嗤", Zhou Jing's fingers poked a hole in it uncontrollably.

But in the next second, Zhou Jing flattened the paper with strength and gentleness, folded it and put it in his pocket.

After all, Zhizhi wrote it by himself...

Jian Junyi suddenly reached out his hand and took it out from his pocket, then took away the pen that the manager had pinned to his chest all the year round, and unscrewed the cap.

With the word "Yuezheng" painted on it——

In the end, two blobs of ink were applied.

As soon as Jian Jun stared at the paper and admired it, he was immediately very satisfied.

Then he folded the paper again and returned it to Zhou Jing: "Hold it to you."

Not far away, Yue Zheng:? ? ?

Yuan Zhongjin was a little dissatisfied on the periphery: "I haven't watched it yet."

"Zhi Zhi, take a good makeup photo!"

"Yes, yes, we are waiting for you outside!"

"We'll buy you whatever you want to eat after the shoot..."

"Cheer up!"

The men ignored Yuan Zhongjin without looking back.

"Shameful exclusion of dissidents." Yuan Zhongjin made a conclusion behind their backs.

Looking at this scene, Qin Zhi couldn't help touching his chin: "It's really interesting."

Enuman also looked excited: "They seem to be fighting for the fruit of victory! But the fruit will only belong to us..."

When Enuman spoke, a graceful female figure passed by him.

None of them noticed.

With that agreement in effect, Rong Zhi was finally able to enter the studio smoothly.

He just looked around: "Where's the photographer?"

"The director felt that the photographer last time did not have the ability to appreciate the beauty of the East, so he changed to a new Chinese photographer, which will make it easier to communicate with you. Ah, she seems to be late." The person in charge said while He looked towards the door a little anxiously.

His time can be wasted, but this Mr. Rong's time cannot be wasted.

Otherwise, those men outside will tear him to pieces, right?

"Ah, that's it..." Rong Zhi turned around in a circle, and finally locked his eyes on a chair.

Just when he was about to go to the edge of the chair, sit down and wait slowly.

The studio door was pushed open.

A woman about 30 years old walked in slowly.

She was wearing a white long dress with a simple and ordinary style, without any extra decorations. Her long black hair was meticulously tied behind her head, showing her beautiful facial features unreservedly.

She doesn't look like a photographer.

In Rong Zhi's stereotyped impression, photographers should always have a little bit of slovenliness, or have an artistic dress that is different from ordinary people.

No matter how you look at it, the women in front of you have nothing to do with this standard.

At this time, the person in charge had already stepped forward and said a few words to the woman.

The woman approached, told the assistant to put the bag on the ground, and she took out the lens contained in the bag.

The person in charge invited Rong Zhi to the background cloth.

And the woman is quickly in place behind the camera.

"Okay, let's start!"

The woman bowed her neck slightly, and put her hand on the camera.

Through the lens, her eyes can easily catch the figure in front of the background cloth.

Tall and thin, with a hint of frailty.

Although his facial features are covered by a large number of painted tattoos, those tattoos not only did not cover up the beauty of his face, but added a different flavor to him.

The woman's hand trembled slightly.

After half an hour.

Rong Zhi finished a new round of makeup photo shooting.

Davis, the leading actor, walked into the studio.

Because a yellow man occupied the studio for so long that he was very unhappy.

He stepped forward and looked at Rong Zhi presumptuously.

Oh.

It's no wonder that old Peter will assign more scenes to this little guy.

I have to admit that the boy in front of me is the only oriental person who has used the word "beautiful" to the extreme.

You can take off this beautiful shell...

Davis shouted unhappily: "Oh, yellow-skinned monkey!"

Rong Zhi tilted his head, the light in his eyes turned cold.

He's seen this man's movies.

The man has played many wise roles, and he is very charismatic. Before, Rong Zhi had seen a small role in the same crew, and frantically called him in the man's related videos, saying that he would give birth to him.

Rong Zhi was a little disappointed in his heart.

It was just that.

"You're blocking the camera." The woman who was standing behind the camera came to her at some point.

She reminded the man coldly, and at the same time raised her hand to gently push Davis away.

Davis screamed unconsciously.

He felt a chill on his shoulder, as if he had been pierced by an ice pick... That feeling was really weird.

Davis took a few steps back and looked at the woman cautiously.

"...Another Huaguo? New photographer? Ha! Wasn't the previous one very good? What was Peter thinking, replaced by such a person."

Davis spoke vigorously, but for some reason, the cold feeling on half of his shoulder became more obvious.

He stopped and looked at the woman carefully.

Supergirl?

joke!

That's impossible!

It should be that he committed the old problem of filming in the early years again.

Thinking of this, Davis couldn't help but his face darkened, and his heart became even more unhappy.

It's all because of this damn yellow-skinned monkey who has been occupying the studio!

Is he the main character?

Oh he is not!

Then why did it take longer for him to take a makeup photo?

Davis snorted coldly, dragged the chair and sat down on one side: "I'll wait for you to finish filming!" He stared at Rong Zhi and said.

Rong Zhi didn't pay attention to this man at all.

He glanced at the female photographer calmly.

Yeah.

What's wrong with it?

"It's over." The woman said.

Davis immediately raised his hand to stop her: "Hey, it's my turn..."

The woman regarded him as air, walked back to her bag, and began to put the camera inside.

Rong Zhi stared at her face, without the slightest sense of being regarded as a pervert.

what.

He got it!

The facial features of the woman appear extraordinarily indifferent.

It's not because of her nature, but because the skin around her eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose has a slight sense of stagnation.

In other words, normal people can easily make expressions with smiling eyes, raised mouth corners, and crooked eyebrows and eyes.

But she can't.

Plastic surgery?

Or is it wearing some artificial skin?

Rong Zhi's fingers unconsciously tapped on his legs.

Her identity seems to be revealed...

Rong Zhi walked up to her in two or three steps, and smiled slightly: "Thank you, can I treat you to dinner?"

Her assistant looked at Rong Zhi nervously, and said, "No..."

But the woman nodded.

Rong Zhi was about to go to the dressing room, and wanted to remove the makeup first.But the woman pointed in one direction: "There is a western restaurant at No. 111 Ford Street. The beef in the restaurant is very fresh, and it offers different ways of eating, frying, grilling, and baking... Take the passage here, and you will reach Ford faster. street."

"……OK."

Rong Zhi turned around and walked towards the small door pointed by the woman.

Gu Xiaohai was already at a loss.

He grabbed Rong Zhi's sleeve slightly: "You, you, you don't want to go on a date, do you? Oh my god, she doesn't look suitable for you..."

Rong Zhi squeezed Gu Xiaohai's shoulder: "Go back and tell them that I'm going to have dinner with the photographer!"

"Then I... I don't have to follow you?" Gu Xiaohai was taken aback, "But your safety..."

"One bodyguard is worth 180 of you."

Gu Xiaohai: TVT

"Okay... okay." Ever since Rong Zhi matured at a speed visible to the naked eye, Gu Xiaohai's trust in Rong Zhi has become higher and higher.

He believed in Rong Zhi's cleverness.

He vaguely felt that maybe Rong Zhi had something to do, but it was obvious that Rong Zhi needed him to be a mouthpiece to convey the news to the bigwigs outside.

He has to do this job well.

Gu Xiaohai turned around, and walked in two directions with Rong Zhi.

Only Davis scolded unhappily behind his back: "shit!"

Rong Zhi walked out of the small door.

The woman and her assistant followed Rong Zhi.

Outside the small door is a slightly narrow corridor.

In a general building, several passages are prepared at the same time, in case of emergency, or even when some kind of disaster strikes, to facilitate escape.

There are also elevators and stairs near this corridor.

Rong Zhi pressed the elevator button, and when the elevator door opened, Rong Zhi walked in, and extended his hand to block the elevator door in a gentlemanly manner.

He waited until the woman came in before he withdrew his hand.

In the elevator, it was extremely quiet.

For a while, no one spoke, and even the sound of breathing seemed to become lighter.

Rong Zhi stared at the smooth inner wall of the elevator in front of him, and the wall reflected their appearance.

Rong Zhi suddenly smiled: "Have you taken enough photos today?"

The elevator was still silent.

The assistant's breathing was heavy.

Rong Zhi smiled again: "It's better to shoot by yourself, right?"

******

Without a photographer, Davis left the studio unhappily ready to go find Peter.

He walked up to Peter.

At this time, Gu Xiaohai was conveying Rong Zhi's words to the men.

"Peter, what photographer did you hire..."

Davis was halfway through speaking, suddenly half of his body twitched twice, and then he fell down with a "bang", his head hit the coffee table next to him, and blood flew everywhere.

The author has something to say: the hatred value is in Zhi Zhi's hands, and whoever he is good with can be dragged on him.

I am hungry for writing. (?﹃?)