Ah Chun: ...nobody’s missing you, don’t flatter yourself.
Ah Chun: And it’s Ah Chun! Not a quail!
Qiaoqiao’s not full: Got it, quail.
At this mont, Lin Ruochun, who was sitting under the tent, so hot she wished she could dive headfirst into a refrigerator, saw the word "quail" on the screen and was so angry her head could practically smoke.
Damn your quail!
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The advertisent photoshoot for ES was taking place inside Huasong’s photography studio. The set wasn’t very complicated; for such a big advertisent, special effects would certainly be added when it aired. Therefore, the scene was simply set up inside the studio with a white solid wood table and a chair, with several lipsticks on the table surrounded by reflector boards.
Wen Qiao had received the advertisent script last night, and she had read it twice more while getting her makeup done just now. By now, she had so idea of how the advertisent would be fild.
Actually, shooting an advertisent offered more room for improvisation compared to shooting for TV or movies.
Besides the necessary ad copy being fixed, and so movents being arranged by the instructor, the rest were up to the artist’s interpretation.
The director saw Wen Qiao approaching, stood up from the chair, and, gesturing with both hands, he told her about the next steps of the shoot, "We’ll shoot the advertisent poster this morning, and the video in the afternoon. If we’re fast, we could finish everything in the morning, which would be best."
Wen Qiao had already morized the shooting process by heart, but she listened very carefully as the director personally briefed her.
"You have to go back to Hang City for filming tonight, right? Then let’s aim to finish everything today to save you from running back and forth."
"Okay," Wen Qiao nodded. "Thank you, Director."
"Then, let’s get started."
Wen Qiao first sat down behind the table, selected a lipstick from those on the table to hold, another hand lightly resting against her chin, her wavy hair parted to one side, her lips curled into a bright, white-toothed smile.
"Good, change to the next pose."
The crew ca up to remove the table and chair and replaced them with a full-length mirror, adjusted the position of the reflector boards, and then turned on the wind machine facing her.
Wen Qiao positioned the lipstick at the corner of her mouth, her other hand supporting the elbow of the hand holding the lipstick. Her dark curls were lifted by the wind, waving lightly, her shoulders slightly shrugged, head tilted up a bit, lips parted, exuding hints of seduction.
The cara operator quickly pressed the shutter at the sideline, afraid a slow hand might miss so stunning shot.
Jiang Yao had ordered so coffee and milk tea on her phone and was finishing the paynt when a strange call suddenly ca through.
Jiang Yao frowned and walked aside to answer the call.
It wasn’t long before her tightly knit brows suddenly relaxed, then her face was filled with smiles.
After one set of photos was taken, Wen Qiao prepared to change into another outfit. She scanned around the studio and didn’t see Jiang Yao anywhere.
Confused, she frowned, barely taking two steps in her dress when she saw Jiang Yao squeezing out from a corner and wearing a sowhat restrained excited smile on her face.
???
Did she just find so money or what?
Jiang Yao quickened her steps towards Wen Qiao and grabbed her wrist with such force that Wen Qiao felt she must have found millions.
In the makeup room, once Jiang Yao closed the door, she imdiately spun around in place three tis.
With a sowhat speechless and very puzzled look, Wen Qiao eyed her own foolish agent: "Sister Yao, are you performing so kind of exorcism dance or what?"
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