Lu Shaoqiu pressed down the contract: "write a promise! A 25-year-old man, don't play a 15-year-old temper!"

What Qingyao hates most is that others look down on her and look down on her. They bite their teeth, brush and write again, and sign both contracts at the signature office.

Lu Shaoqiu struck while the iron was hot, opened the inkpad, picked up her thumb, stuck the inkpad, and dropped it on the name she signed.

Qingyao has a little apple face wrinkled into a steamed stuffed bun. It's the same as Yang Bailao's signing of the deed of sale. It's a pain.

Fearing that she might turn back on the spot, Lu Shaoqiu put away the two contracts and called Shi LAN immediately.

Shi LAN is busy at the moment. Lu Shaoqiu asks her to arrange a little assistant to come and send the contract to Qu Ke.

Watching him busy, Qingyao felt melancholy.

Soon, a beautiful little sister came to the door of the camera studio. When she saw Lu Shaoqiu, she called President Lu timidly.

Qingyao looked at the little girl from a distance. Her skin was white, her face was small, her eyes were big and her lips were cherry lips. It was more beautiful than the secretary who came to pick her up when she went to Pangu building last time.

As soon as he has money, he can enjoy the happiness of the whole people! Qingyao sighed silently.

Lu Shaoqiu is tall and big. The girl looks up at him. It's an admirer.

However, Lu Shaoqiu gave her the contract. Junrong and his voice were equally indifferent: "send the contract to Vice President Qu of the brokerage company. I want to get a reply from vice president Qu in an hour!"

"Good president!" the little girl blushed, and her white hands trembled slightly when she took over the contract.

The little girl has a pair of autumn eyes, and her pupils are clearly still watching.

Lu Shaoqiu has closed the door of the studio.

Qingyao shook his head. Although his eyes for picking women are really in place, all female subordinates are top beauties. However, this guy can only pick, can't raise, and doesn't pity jade at all. No wonder these women only dare to fall in love with him, but none of them really dare to throw him down, get him to bed at one go, and then get into the Civil Affairs Bureau to become a couple hand in hand.

When Lu Shaoqiu looked back, he saw sitting on the high stool, his arms around his chest, dangling his two slender legs, his starlike water eyes were bright, but there was a clear smile hanging Er Lang at the corners of his mouth.

There is a kind of pyrotechnic warmth rising slowly in my heart.

With a smile in his eyes, he approached her slowly: "what are you laughing at?"

"The claustrophobic environment, such a beautiful and affectionate little girl, looking at her eyes, she is sure to fall in love with you. My aunt was still thinking that as long as you open your mouth, my aunt will definitely be interested and make room for you. Who knows that you don't understand the style of this big stick hammer. Alas, I have lost the little girl's love again. I guess I'm still disappointed at this moment." His face was soft and his expression was elegant. Qingyao laughed and joked wantonly.

"Claustrophobic environment? Big stick mallet?" Lu Shaoqiu was close, and her right hand was on the high stool behind her fart. Junrong leaned close to her face and lowered her voice. "Do you know what big stick mallet is? Dare you talk nonsense! Do you miss my big stick mallet?"

Qingyao giant Khan, can you not bend the meaning of her words like this? It's disgusting!

His clear breath sprayed on her ears, making her little apple face slightly red. He pushed him with his shoulder: "if you want to make spring, go to the little girl who moved a lot just now. My aunt likes gentlemen and is not interested in foxes and wolves!"

This guy just had a picture of abstinence and high cold system.

Ma's, as soon as the door is closed, Ya's nature will be revealed in the twinkling of an eye!

After the little girl came in just now, she should take the initiative to go out and bring the door to them.

Lu Shaoqiu was not pushed away, but closer. Her voice fell into her cochlea like low magnetic syllables, which made her seem itchy in her blood: "the little girl has gone. Now there is only a small wild horse left here. How do you solve this spring?"

Obviously, it is a constant temperature room, but the temperature seems to turn on a small motor, rubbing up and Biao.

Biao's internal organs were burning. Seeing that he cut his thin lips, he was about to stick them to his face.

Qingyao suddenly bounced away from his arms like a *, blushing like red: "solve your sister!"

Lu Shaoqiu was not pushed away, but closer. Her voice fell into her cochlea like low magnetic syllables, which made her seem itchy in her blood: "the little girl has gone. Now there is only a small wild horse left here. How do you solve this spring?"

Obviously, it is a constant temperature room, but the temperature seems to turn on a small motor, rubbing up and Biao.

Biao's internal organs were burning. Seeing that he cut his thin lips, he was about to stick them to his face.

Qingyao suddenly bounced away from his arms like a *, blushing like red: "solve your sister!"

Lu Shaoqiu's mind flashed the happy medicine Feng Ming mentioned to him for no reason

Just for a second, I stopped thinking again.

Jun's face came down coldly. He walked to the cloakroom: "come in, I'll pick your clothes for you!"

Qingyao giant nervously pinches the center of his eyebrows. He has all kinds of contradictions and tangles in his heart. He lingers for a minute, but he still goes in with him.

Lu Shaoqiu has already picked out his clothes. It's the big white shirt he liked just now.

Qingyao picked it up and went into the changing room without saying a word.

After changing out, Lu Shaoqiu looked at it for two seconds and frowned: "my jeans are off."

Qingyao protested: "this is a shirt, not a dress!"

"When I say take it off, a real artist is a commodity. What do you want to do according to your own wishes and opinions?" Lu Shaoqiu said mercilessly.

Qingyao stared at him for a long time.

Lu Shaoqiu looked cold and uncompromising.

The more she looked, the more she felt that he was trying to take advantage of her again. She was very upset!

However, there was nothing wrong with his words.

She has been making entertainment notes for three years. In fact, there is no privacy behind the stars, which she knows.

Then he began to regret whether he was brain crippled or brain water. He said that the fashion stylist would just refuse. Why do you have to say what artist you want to be and what star you want to be?

It's really not her style to retreat from the beginning.

Biting his lips, he ran to the back of a row of clothes racks and threw down his jeans angrily. He was only wearing a small inside. Fortunately, the shirt was really long enough to reach his calf, but it covered people tightly.

In my heart, I still felt that this guy was looking for every opportunity to fix her and silently greeted his ancestors of the Lu family for 18 generations.

There was a vacuum below, and Qingyao came out.

Lu Shaoqiu behind the tripod gradually stood up straight, and the dark eyes falling on her were as deep as the sea.

Did she really take it off?

The little woman is stubborn!

Qu Ke is right. He values faith.

In his forced gaze, Qingyao was even more weak, and his face seemed to be burning.

I feel more and more like I'm not the material for this business!

"Go to the front light! Pose!" Lu Shaoqiu ordered coldly.

Pinching the hem of his shirt, Qingyao took a deep breath and simply broke out. No one can laugh at him!

With a stiff stride, he came to the umbrella lamp shining like Canyang in four aspects.

Suddenly, her clothes looked like the emperor's new clothes.

In the lens of snow and ice, her whole person seemed to be snow.

Only the underwear with inner skin color vaguely shows the general outline color.

Lu Shaoqiu looked, his throat a little tight.

I'm afraid his little wife doesn't know how priceless her figure and capital are.

If the light paved for her doesn't go, he will go to the single tree cliff. He doesn't know whether the decision he made today will benefit her or harm her

Under the white light, Qingyao looked blankly and looked embarrassed: "how to put it?"

"First understand the style you want to express in this dress, and then pose according to its style."

"This kind of white shirt, er... Pure sexual feeling." even though she doesn't want to show it, her primary school is clothing, and her clothing style is always obvious.

Lu Shaoqiu nodded, "as you understand."

Qingyao said: "I understand the style of clothes, but my aunt can't get this style of posture. Why don't I change another set? It's best to wear strong clothes. My aunt is best at martial arts posture!"

"If you want to be a star, you have to try any style." Lu Shaoqiu adjusted the corner of the lens, walked behind her, carried a bright red high footed stool, patted the chair seat, "sit up!"

Qingyao gritted his teeth and sat down with a heart.

Lu Shaoqiu leaned down behind her, raised her foot and stepped on the horizontal bar in the middle of the high stool. One foot was straight, and then dropped her hand to her knee, the other hand on her knee, the back of her hand outward, supporting her white chin.

He was close behind her. The warm chest under his shirt was pasted on Qingyao's back. A warm stream slipped through her body. His warm big hand suddenly pinched her wrist and held her ankle. The close friction between his skin made Qingyao feel that his Sutra would collapse at any time.

"I'll do it myself!" she tried to hide.

His powerful big hand pinched her waist and imprisoned it in his broad, masculine chest: "don't move! Set it up!"

Qingyao's face flushed with blood.

The heart in his chest, if not his own, is fluctuating violently with his powerful pulse.

He got up and left.

Qingyuan suddenly breathed a sigh.

Lu Shaoqiu's tall body stood behind the tripod and his arm holding the camera was strong and sexy. Qingyao felt that his elegant and skilled photography posture was much better than the posture forced by her model.

Her eyes wavered.

"Look at me!" Lu Shaoqiu ordered directly.

Qingyao still couldn't fix her eyes. After the close friction just now, where could she calm down and look at him?

"You can imagine that my mallet is absolutely more attractive than any other place in this studio!"

Qingyao breathed and stared at him fiercely.

Click, the sound of the shutter.

Holding the camera, Lu Shaoqiu smiled on her thin and sexy lips: "what you want is this effect, good! Continue!"