There aren't many dedicated stand-ins like me.

Faced with Fu Ran's sharp and tricky question, Zhang Yilei replied after only a second of distraction: "Of course, these are clothes for my siren. We will definitely ensure that they are clean and intact."

Fu Ran grinned, "Then let's start shooting. This is my first experience with this, please give me your advice."

"You are already in very good condition." Zhang Yilei said, "If I didn't know in advance that you are a novice, I would have thought you had photographed planes before."

Fu Ran pondered for a while, and said deeply: "Some people seem extremely calm on the surface, but in fact they have already panicked in their hearts."

Zhang Yilei pressed her chin and looked at him, "I don't think you're panicking."

"I'm not one of the 'some people'."

Fu Ran was the only one who could silence the editor-in-chief of a dignified fashion magazine several times. He knew that the other party might blacklist him, so he accepted it as soon as he saw it, and followed the prompts. The makeup artist and stylist asked several younger brothers and sisters to modify his appearance.

Fu Ran has always believed that makeup artists in the fashion circle are the ones who are at the forefront of fashion. Anyway, he can't understand their dressing style and makeup.

He said to a girl who just opened an eyeshadow palette: "Miss, I still have a fever and I am allergic to certain powders, can you use less or not?"

His allergy to powder is nonsense, he just doesn't want to be turned into the legendary smoky makeup.

The makeup artist said kindly, "Then I'll rub a little bit to touch up the color, your skin doesn't need thick powder and heavy makeup."

Fu Ran was relieved, and gave the make-up artist a "I like you" look.

The makeup artist received the encouragement from his eyes, and laughed so hard that his eyeballs could not be seen.

The stylist next to him gave a "tsk", "You always laugh when you have small eyes, it's so ugly."

Hearing this, the make-up artist immediately put away her smile, and said angrily, "No matter how ugly I am, I'm still prettier than you. Do you have a date for me?"

The stylist rolled his eyes at the blow and refused to answer what the makeup artist had to say.

Fu Ran was delighted to hear that, and the makeup artist immediately asked him, "Fu Ran, do you have a girlfriend?"

She looked directly at Furan through the mirror.

Alarm bells were ringing in Fu Ran's heart, and he thought to himself that this girl might want to introduce someone to him, so he said, "Well... I have someone I like."

While helping Fu Ran trim his eyebrows, the makeup artist gossiped, "Are you pursuing?"

"It doesn't count."

"Crush?!" The makeup artist stopped.

Fu Ran followed her words and replied, "Well, crush."

The make-up artist continued to trim eyebrows, "It's all about your face these days. You've already achieved more than half of your success if you look so good-looking. Be courteous and kind to her, and she will definitely fall in love with you."

Fu Ran thought for a moment, then pretended to be sad and said, "I've been waiting for him, but he refused to look back at me."

The makeup artist paused, with a guess in her heart, her expression was complicated, "The person you like already has a boyfriend?"

"Yeah." Fu Ran lowered his eyes, "But his boyfriend passed away in a car accident last year, and he said he couldn't forget his boyfriend."

"This..." The makeup artist didn't know what to say, "You are also an infatuated, time can take away her pain, time can also prove your sincerity, she will find the person in front of her."

Fu Ran secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the story was so wonderfully written, the makeup artist would never have the idea of ​​introducing the young lady to him.

After finishing the styling and going to pose on the sofa, the makeup artist and stylist looked at Fu Ran with sympathy and envy.

The other people didn't know what happened, so they ran to ask them. They added more details, and everyone knew that Fu Ran had a crush and the lover of the crush had passed away.

Fu Ran faced the camera gracefully, and every move was a beautiful scene. Three or four photographers took pictures from different directions, and the sound of "click, click" was endless.

Zhang Yilei was present to direct the whole process. The more she looked at Fu Ran, the more satisfied she was. The photographer in charge of the shooting was also very satisfied. The gringo with a yellow beard kept talking, making no secret of his love for Fu Ran.

Because of Luis' relationship, Fu Ran still had a good impression of the gringo, so he winked at him.

The yellow beard yelled "ohmygod" and sat down on the ground, clutching his heart, short of breath and pale.

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Fu Ran hurriedly stopped posing and went to help him. A young man with a work badge grabbed his backpack and stepped forward, "He's fine, let me do it."

"You come, you come." Fu Ran let him give up his seat, feeling guilty, for fear that he would make him sick.

The blue face is a disaster, the beauty kills people, hehehehehehehe.

The young man gave Huang Huzi a dozen quick-acting heart-rescuing pills at one time, patted Huang Huzi's chest and adjusted his posture. After working hard for about 5 minutes, Huang Huzi gradually recovered. The first time Huang Huzi recovered The phrase is "whereismyhoney?"

Fu Ran hid behind Zhang Yilei, "This gringo can't speak Chinese?"

Zhang Yilei said: "No, you can just call him William, there are no models that are not popular under his hands."

Fu Ran said: "I'm just doing one shoot to earn extra money, not a professional model."

Zhang Yilei smiled meaningfully, "You finish filming this issue first."

Looking at Zhang Yilei's expression, Fu Ran knew that this person still wanted to trick him into taking a long-term job. He was clear in his heart, but his face remained calm, "Well, William seems to be fine, let's continue filming."

"Okay, you change to the navy blue one, and we'll go to the rooftop to shoot."

He changed all the clothes, and some thin clothes exposed two arms. Zhang Yilei saw the scratches on his arms with sharp eyes, and asked what happened. He said that he was hit by a person with poor eyesight.

Fu Ran spent a whole day filming for Weishang magazine with a low fever. When the street lights came on and night fell, he seemed like a useless dog.

Chen Hao said he was going to take him home, Fu Ran turned on his phone and looked at it, then waved his hand weakly, "Thank you, don't bother, I have someone here to pick it up."

Chen Hao said, "I'll take you downstairs."

At this moment, Zhang Yilei walked over from a distance. She looked slender in black high heels, "It's getting late, why don't we have a meal together, and I'll take you back later."

Home. "

Fu Ran couldn't stand Zhang Yilei's enthusiasm, so he told her what he had just said to Chen Hao.

Zhang Yilei said: "Then let's make an appointment next time. I'll take you downstairs."

Fu Ran looked at Chen Hao and Zhang Yilei, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "I'd better go down by myself, I know the way."

Zhang Yilei said: "I just happened to go down for dinner, let's go together."

Then he really had nothing to say, "Okay."

Chen Hao smiled and said, "Together together."

Just like that, Fu Ran was caught between the two of them and walked out of the magazine. A black car was parked on the avenue in front of the magazine. A young man in a suit and leather shoes stood at the front of the car. His hair was combed meticulously, his face was serious, and his back was straight.

Chen Hao asked curiously, "Is that Mr. Fu's friend?"

It looks like it has a lot of background.

Zhang Yilei didn't speak, she was also waiting for Fu Ran's answer.

Fu Ran smiled, "He's just an assistant."

Chen Hao and Zhang Yilei looked at each other with surprised expressions, Chen Hao tentatively said, "Unexpectedly, Mr. Fu's assistants are also handsome and handsome."

Fu Ran curled her lips and said, "Okay, don't brag, he is his assistant, and I am also a friend."

Chen Hao laughed a few times, "So that's the case."

When Assistant Liu saw Fu Ran coming out, he opened the back seat door. He stepped out with a long leg first, and then a tall, tall figure came into view. His facial features were deep and three-dimensional, his expression was indifferent, and his eyebrows were cold.

When Zhang Yilei saw who the man was, her pupils suddenly shrank, "He...you and him..."

Fu Ran's eyelids twitched, thinking that Zhang Yilei might have recognized Mr. Han, he explained: "The friends I met by chance, although our identities are different, we can get along very well."

Zhang Yilei twitched the corners of her mouth, forced a smile and said, "Really, that's really destined."

Mr. Han raised his feet and approached several people gradually. Assistant Liu followed behind Mr. Han.

"Have you wiped off today's medicine?" Mr. Han lowered his eyes and stared at Furan.

Fu Ran shook his head, "No need to wipe, it's already done."

Mr. Han pursed his lips and closed his eyes slightly.

Fu Ran's eyes wandered, looking at the sky and the ground, but he didn't dare to look at Mr. Han.

Zhang Yilei had a panoramic view of the interaction between the two, her eyes flickered, and she stretched out her hand, "Hello, Mr. Han, I am Zhang Yilei, editor-in-chief of Weishang Magazine, nice to meet you."

Mr. Han hesitated for two seconds, stretched out his hand to shake her slightly, and said coldly, "Hello."

Zhang Yilei didn't care about Mr. Han's indifference, she said: "Fu Ran came here today with a fever to help me take pictures. Although I have had a fever-reducing injection, the fever has not completely subsided. Since Mr. Han is his friend, Then please take care of him."

Mr. Han frowned when he heard the words, raised his hand to touch Fu Ran's forehead, and said unhappily: "The wound on your hand has not healed, and you have been outside with a fever for a whole day without going home. You can bear it."

These words are a bit like accusations of concern between couples. Fu Ran glanced at Zhang Yilei and Chen Hao and said, "Actually, I am in good physical condition, and I don't feel too uncomfortable."

"Good physical fitness?" Mr. Han raised his eyebrows and asked him back.

Fu Ran suddenly thought of some unspeakable images, couldn't help but his ears turned red, and said weakly: "It depends on the situation..."

Mr. Han's eyes darkened, he grabbed Fu Ran's wrist and pulled him away, and said without doubt: "Go home."

Fu Ran definitely couldn't screw Mr. Han, he obediently followed him, and didn't forget to turn around and wave goodbye to Zhang Yilei and Chen Hao.

Zhang Yilei also waved her hand and said to the people around her, "Our cover character is not simple."

Chen Hao thought that Mr. Han looked familiar before, but he remembered where he had met Mr. Han after everyone left. He widened his eyes, "That, that's not Han, Han..."

Zhang Yilei gave him a blank look, "I think you are a reporter for nothing."

Chen Hao touched the back of his head and did not refute. He even suspected that there was something wrong with his mind, and his reaction was indeed too slow.