[Quick Transmigration] Mistress, please turn back Ⅱ

When I saw the woman named Ales again, it was three days later, in a supermarket not far from her home.

That person can't disappear in the crowd even if she is wearing ordinary daily clothes. The unique characteristics of that person clearly show that she is the kind of person who will only see her at first sight even if she is thrown into the crowd.

Just like now, at a distance of five shelves, An Qianle saw the man pushing the shopping cart from a distance, picking up snacks on the shelf, and throwing them into the shopping cart one by one. The slender man His fingers slid across each shelf, gently removing a box of snacks from above, and then putting them in the shopping cart, every movement was done very naturally.

The impression left by the other party in An Qianle's heart was very deep. An Qianle stopped in place for a few seconds before going up to say hello to the other party, but when she looked over there again, the man had already turned around. I don't know which row of shelves it got into.

An Qianle looked at it for a while, then turned and left, and ran to the cashier.

An Qianle has always thought that she is a famous young lady, that kind of young lady does not seem like someone who would appear in this kind of supermarket. What she thinks is that a young lady only needs to be beautiful and beautiful, and can ignore other trivial matters , which belongs to An Qianle's ideal rice insect life.

It's like a friend she knows, even though she goes to those night markets with her and eats the food from the stalls, but she can still feel the sense of disobedience.

But what was unexpected was that she was actually a photographer from the same company as her. It was very unexpected. Who would have thought that the person who accidentally helped her on the street would be from the same company?

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An Qianle carried two shopping bags and walked on the sidewalk, because the things she carried in both hands were a bit heavy, An Qianle took very small steps, and every step was a bit difficult, so she was still walking I tripped over my own feet and fell to the ground.

The things in the shopping bag also scattered.

"Are you OK?"

The familiar voice sounded in her ears again, An Qianle was slightly taken aback, then shook her head, "I'm fine, thank you."

"It's fine." The man just said with a smile, and there was a bit of gratitude in his words.

Familiar scenes, familiar pictures, all of this seems to have happened again yesterday.

An Qianle looked at the hand stretched out in front of her, and after looking at it for a long time, she looked up at the woman who smiled gently at her. Although the sunglasses covered her eyes, An Qianle could still feel the hand. She was gentle, and then she stretched out her hand and put it on the other's palm.

An Qianle even felt that the other party was asking her to dance, and she stretched out her hand to give the other party a response, which was a very strange feeling.

After being pulled up, An Qianle did not throw herself into someone else's arms like last time. She stood on the ground for a while and only felt a little pain in her left ankle. As long as she moved lightly, she felt pain, like a twist arrive.

When she was in a daze, the other party had already picked up something on the ground and handed it to her. An Qianle took it with both hands, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, it's just a matter of little effort." What the other party said was a little strange, different from the familiarity last time, but this time there was a sense of alienation.

An Qianle thought, the other party probably forgot about herself, after all, she was just someone she met by chance in the vast crowd.

"Can you still walk?" The woman suddenly asked, An Qianle subconsciously shook her head, "It's okay."

The other party ignored her reply, but took An Qianle to a side flower bed and asked her to sit on the edge, while he squatted down and took off her shoes.

"Is it twisted?"

An Qianle's eyes widened in surprise. The other party just took off her shoes and held her feet in the palm of his hand. An Qianle wanted to struggle subconsciously.

In this kind of thing, even people who have known each other for a few days will only support her, right?Instead of taking off her shoes directly like this.

The woman's hand suddenly pressed An Qianle's sore spot. As soon as she pressed the spot, An Qianle couldn't help but groaned softly.

An Qianle only felt the woman's hand move on her foot a few times, and that hand twisted her foot. After a short period of pain, the excruciating labor pain disappeared.

Are you skilled?

"It's not a big problem to wipe it with some Dieda wine after returning home."

The other party spoke in a very serious tone, so serious that An Qianle couldn't help but pay attention to her.

He was obviously a passerby who had nothing to do with him, but the other party was too serious.

It's like the person in my memory, it's just a small thing, but it's serious enough to move her, they are two completely different people, but the seriousness in them is very similar, kind and serious enough that others have to do it for them moved.

An Qianle nodded indifferently, and did not fully listen to the other party's words. Her sloppy attitude made the woman frowned, "Don't take your body so seriously, women who live alone should learn to take care of it." Be yourself."

An Qianle was silent for a while, and then responded silently: "Yes."

Seeing her like this, the woman suddenly laughed, and the familiarity in her words made An Qianle startled, "Every time I see you, you look embarrassed."

She thought the other party didn't remember herself.

"My memory isn't that bad." She paused, and then said, "You, on the other hand, are so unguarded towards every stranger, and you're not afraid that I'm a bad person?"

Her words made An Qianle silent. After watching her for a long time, An Qianle finally replied, "You don't look like a bad person."

Someone similar to Mumu would not be a bad person.

The woman was stunned for a while, and then she laughed softly, "Never use appearance to judge whether someone is a bad person, good-looking is not necessarily a good person, and bad-looking is not necessarily a good person, I really don't know you How did you survive until now without being abducted?"

An Qianle: ...

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The sound of the flash light rang throughout the dark room. Just as An Qianle walked into the room with a stack of manuscripts in her arms, she saw a woman standing in the middle of the room, adjusting the focus of the camera in her hand.

She took off the sunglasses she had been wearing all the time, and that beautiful face was completely exposed to the air. She just came in. The first thing most people saw was definitely not standing in the lens and doing anything according to the photographer's request. The model in action, but the photographer who is asking the model to perform the action she needs.

An Qianle suddenly remembered what the person in the elevator said a few days ago. This photographer named Ales is more suitable for the front of the scene, not behind the scene.

An Qianle is not in the photography circle, so even if she is a famous person in that circle, it will sound like a fairy tale to her because it is very strange.

At this time, the woman in her line of sight was staring closely at the camera in her hand, slowly making small adjustments.

An Qianle once heard a saying that no matter what the situation is, a good photographer will capture the best side of the model.

"See you for the first time?" An Qianle walked up to the director with the manuscript in her arms, and seeing her distraught, the director smiled slightly.

"Ah."

"Many people think that Ales should not be a photographer at first glance, she is more suitable to be a model, and being a photographer ruins her face, but if she goes to be a model, I think that's the best way to do it." It really ruined her." Looking at the back of that person, the editor smiled and said, "Everyone has something that everyone should do, just like Ales, if she was allowed to stand in front of the stage, she would definitely not be the same as she is now. So at ease."

Seeing An Qianle's bewildered expression, the director stood up and walked to the woman's side, and looked down at the photo she had taken, "How's it going?"

"Well, it will be fine if you adjust it again."

While talking, she had already walked to the computer with the video camera and entered the data into the computer. After clicking on the picture and making a few simple edits and adjustments, the woman stepped aside for the director to watch.

"Well, this looks good." Flipping through the pictures displayed on the computer, the director quickly browsed through them before saying to the woman: "Okay, then I'll go first, and you will hand it over to the editorial department after you finish it." Just be happy." When the director said this, he pointed to An Qianle who was standing aside.

The woman looked in the direction she pointed, and her sight fell on the man's face. Because of the light problem in the room, she didn't seem to see An Qianle's face clearly. The woman nodded at An Qianle, then turned her head and followed The director speaks.

Other staff were packing up the facilities, while Ales, the chief photographer, was concentrating on the work at hand. An Qianle took a closer look, only to find that she was making some detailed adjustments and comparing them two by two.

An Qianle doesn't know how she sees it. From her point of view, the two pictures are the same and there is no difference at all, but in the eyes of Ales, they seem to be different. After every small adjustment , that picture became different in her eyes.

It probably belongs to the difference in occupation, just like they are editors, those words look like ordinary words in the eyes of others, but they become different in their eyes.

People who are not in this industry always feel a little foggy when they look at this business.

The preparations started at nine o'clock in the morning, and it took two hours to shoot in the middle, and then it took more than an hour, and the time is now close to two o'clock in the afternoon.

Because this photo was urgently needed, An Qianle was sent by her boss to pick it up early in the morning, but it seemed that it was too hasty, so the work here hadn't been done yet, so she could only wait. Here, wait for the photos to be taken back to the office.

"Wake up." The woman's soft voice rang in her ears, An Qianle shook her head, reached out and hit the hand that was pushing her body, only to hear a crisp "pop" sound, An Qianle slammed was awakened.

The woman's beautiful face was close at hand, An Qianle stared blankly at her face for a long time, before falling on the bright red mark on the back of her hand.

It was red, especially conspicuous. Under her already fair skin, even a little bit of red was particularly eye-catching.

"Yes, I'm sorry!" An Qianle, who was startled by this fact, hurriedly stood up and apologized heartily.