Good Morning, Mr. President!

柒 柒 Turn on the computer, ‘attentively’ looking at the photos, the corners of his lips are always smiling.

Ruan Mengmeng stared at her for a while, but in the end, she said nothing, shook her head, and went back to her workshop.

It wasn't until Ruan Mengmeng left and the smile on his face was finally taken away.

She stared at the photo on the screen ‘focused’, opened PS, and ‘skilled’ to edit the picture.

but……

"Well, what are you doing?" Someone passed by and patted her on the shoulder.

"Retouch the picture."

"Retouching? Is it harder and harder for you to do this? Your face is crooked."

Come back to God.

Sure enough, the star's face in the photo made her unsightly. She stared at it with a stunned look, her eyes darkened, deleted all the steps, and reprocessed ...

"Well, it's time to take a photo. Come in and help." In a daze, the main photographer opened the studio door and called her. She looked up ‘oh’ and had to get up.

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In the studio, several female celebrities are together, and their faces are enthusiastic, but they are secretly more competitive.

but……

The whole scene became much more harmonious because of Tang Yue's entry.

Warm heart becomes the object of envy or jealousy for a while. Outside this circle, who doesn't want to win the favor of Master Tang Men? Those so-called businessmen who usually have a lot of contact with female celebrities, in the presence of the young master Tang Men, are afraid that they will not even match the shoes.

I pushed the door into the studio. Although I didn't pay attention to the two figures who were close at the moment and whispered, I still felt a variety of feelings of envy and jealousy.

"You just didn't come in, you just missed the wonderful scene. As soon as Mr. Tang came in, all the female stars' eyes were straightened, and they kept on putting on makeup. They said before that they couldn't take too much photos, now they are fine, hate Can't take off all the clothes. "The assistant whispered and babbled.

He twitched his lips and said a little perfunctoryly, "Really?"

"No. Sister, do you think he matches Wen Xin? I don't think Wen Xin is as beautiful as Mr. Tang."

"Work hard, don't gossip. Go get ready for the light board." A few words ended the topic. The assistant couldn't help but look at her twice, was it an illusion? I always feel that she feels much worse today than ever.

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Take a picture and continue.

I was in charge of staring at the photos and looking at the occasional Tang Yan who was standing alone-like everyone here.

And Tang Yan ...

His sight always fell on Wen Xin's face in the middle of the female star. The eyes of the two men met in the air, sweet.

I only felt that the lower abdomen was sore.

So much that ...

Even my chest was a little breathless.

at last……

After half an hour, some couldn't stand it, got up, explained the assistant, "I'll stare at you here, I'm a little uncomfortable, go out and breathe."

"My sister, are you okay?"

"It's all right."

I returned very lightly. Hurry out.

When you go out, you must pass by Tang Yan. She got faster and faster, not wanting to pause beside him for even a moment.

but……

As he passed, his elbow was clenched by the man.

She was almost conditioned by the man's hand. "Mr. Tang, please let go."

She reluctantly refused to let anyone else present.

Tang Yan stared at her pale, bloodless face, and wanted to say something. In the end, she just looked at her with a chuckle, and said softly, "Ms. Xu treats me like a beast, avoiding me so fast, afraid that I will eat you what?"

"Mr. Tang, your girlfriend is watching over there, and please take care of yourself." Her small face was tight and her fingers were pinched.

This man, hates it to the extreme.

Did n’t you just pretend you did n’t know her, why do n’t you just disguise all the way? Why bother with her?

"Self-respect?" Tang Yan chuckled. "Miss Xiao, I'm afraid you're a little misunderstood."

He slowly let go of his hand, the face that saw the extreme, lowered slightly, and bowed to her. The aroma followed, entangled with her breathing, and there was a pause in her heartbeat, and she stepped back subconsciously.

Then, I only heard Tang Yan speak in her ear: "I heard that Wen Xin's photo was handled by you. Miss Yun, please take care of it. I don't want to see her unhappy."

"..."

and so……

He stopped himself, but just to tell himself to make his girlfriend happy?

For a while, I just felt that my lower abdomen hurt more, and it hurt so much that my heart's location was inexplicable.

The corners of her lips curled up and smiled slightly. "Mr. Tang is very considerate. But you can rest assured that even if you don't tell me, I will take care of Miss Wen's photos. Is there anything else for Mr. Tang? If nothing else, I will gone."

Tang Yan just stared at her coolly, and her smile made her eyes cold.

then……

He straightened up slowly, looking away, no longer looking at her.

The whole body is gradually surrounded by a touch of cold.

I have no intention to think too much, she turned to her side, avoided Tang Yan, and walked quickly. The moment I brought the door down, the corners of my lips dangled. His shoulders also pulled down along with the uncle.

Even when I'm outdoors, my breathing is still not so comfortable ...

Uncomfortable.

Inexplicable discomfort.

But dare not think deeply about the reason.

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That day.

In the end, under the envious eyes, Tang Yun led Wen Xin away.

Almost everyone in the magazine got up and gave Tang Yan, but only He did not even lift his head. Later, Ruan Mengmeng and her said: "Well, people like Tang Yan are mirages. Just look at it from afar, don't look forward to it. Otherwise, you will get nothing in the end. It hurts yourself."

Silently.

What Ruan Mengmeng doesn't know is that this man is actually more than a mirage. He is still a deadly poppy, and once infected, he will be addicted ...

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Mo Xun was a bit annoyed by the child.

Two days later, I watched TV at home. She was bored and switched to the TV station, a figure jumped over, she subconsciously stopped the channel. On TV, there is entertainment news. Today is the premiere of Wen Xin's new movie, and this time, she is not wearing a male arm, but ...

Don Juan.

The spotlight flickered almost blindfolded. That man, not a star, is far brighter and brighter than a star. In front of the camera, under the microphone, the elegance and nobleness of raising hands can only make people look up.

His gaze stared at his hand with Wen Xin, his eyes darkened and darkened.

The cell phone suddenly sounded at this moment.

She went back to her mind and tried to adjust her mood before answering the phone.