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The current timeline is Wei Xu’s first use of the original owner’s work, and the original owner of that work has not yet been shot, so the original owner just saw nothing.

Just now someone had something to do with her, so I came back to talk for a while, and now the outside should be over.

Wei Xu won the first place in this competition, but the male leader and she tied for first place...

Mingshu said that he was also the one who had seen the market anyway, and even the wonderful pseudo-hostess had seen it, so this is nothing...

Ok! Find food first!

"Jojo."

As soon as Mingshu stood up, a boy came in from the outside and had a very handsome face. When he smiled, the sunshine was handsome.

The original owner had a height of one meter six or eight, and he also wore high heels, standing in front of him, they all looked short.

"How to hide here, I have been looking for you for a long time." The boy said: "What did Director Shang tell you just now?"

This is Jiang Qiao's friend, Wen Xiaqing.

The two are alumni, and the relationship is good, but Wen Xiaqing is a model, and his reputation is not small.

As for the director in his mouth, he is the director of a well-known magazine. Because of a change in their company, the dedicated photographer left, and about Jiang Qiao went to the emergency the day after tomorrow.

Director Jiang Qiao and Shang Shang are in a cooperative relationship. After talking about the content of the work, they should get off.

"Ask me to take a picture the day after tomorrow." Ming Shu said: "Out of it?"

"Oh." Wen Xiaqing obviously also knew that Jiang Qiao and Director Shang had a cooperative relationship. He considered the language. "Qiao Qiao, do you think the style of the first girl's work today is somewhat similar to yours?"

No matter what, it will form a personal style, and photography is the same.

But it is not easy to form a personal style.

Although Wen Xiaqing is not a photographer, he often follows Jiang Qiao to watch her take pictures. When he is fine, he will take some classes with her.

"Not similar." Ming Shu smiled slightly, that is Jiang Qiao's later works.

Each photographer's style will change with time, the photographer's experience, and other factors, so now compared, I can only feel similar.

The works produced by the pseudo heroine should be based on the future release time, not the shooting time.

For example, Jiang Qiao's friends and her own works have been photographed for a long time and have not been published.

"Isn't it similar?" Wen Xiaqing puzzled. "What is that? I look a bit like... eh, am I wrong?"

Mingshu took his own bag and walked outside. "Why do you care so much, can you go for dinner?"

Nothing is more important than snacks.

Only when you are full do you have the energy to pull the hatred!

When I went out, the outside was almost scattered, and only the winners were still being interviewed.

"...Thank you for the affirmation of the contest. I believe that I can make better works in the future."

When Mingshu passed by Wei Xu, he heard this sentence.

She glanced sideways, and looked at Wei Xu.

Wei Xu raised his eyes and saw her, and their eyes collided in the air.

Mingshu gave a standard smile.

Wei Xu has guessed a lot now, so when she sees Mingshu, she is somewhat guilty. She quickly looks away. "Thank you, I'm done."

"Hey, Jiang Qiao!"

Someone called Jiang Qiao's name on it.

Mingshu raised his eyebrows and looked at the past. He is the person in charge of the organizer of this competition.

He beckoned Mingshou to invite, "Come and come, Jiang Qiao, you also say a few words, encourage them."

Mingshu waved his hand, "Don't say it, I'm busy catching the meal."

"..."

Wen Xiaqing was a little embarrassed, but he was wearing a mask at this time, and no one could tell.

After leaving the venue, Wen Xiaqing said, "Qiao Qiao, are you a bit bad?"

"Do they look angry?"

"...Okay." It's just a few words, it's not a big deal, but there must be some discomfort in my heart.

Especially those who win the prize will feel that she is putting on the shelf, and there will be some friction in the future.

"That's a pity."

Wen Xiaqing: "..." What does this regretful tone mean? Do you still want them to be angry?

Wen Xiaqing felt strange and strange, but he could not be more specific.

He still has work at night, and someone will pick him up after dinner with Mingshu.

Models are better than celebrities. People from that circle are rarely recognized, so Wen Xiaqing usually comes out, and no one will say that.

"Qiaoer doesn't go to see Xia Qing's show?" The driver was Wen Xiaqing's agent, and he knew the original owner very well.

"Don't go." Mingshu stood by the road and shook his head.

I also need to be familiar with... what is delicious in this world.

How can there be time to watch any show.

The agent joked, Wen Xiaqing told Mingshu to pay attention to safety, and the two drove away.

According to the memory of the original owner, Mingshu returned to where he lived.

The original owner was renting with others, but her roommate was not very good and often brought people back in the middle of the night. The roommate bought what the original owner bought without asking, just take it.

There is such a roommate that Mingshu dare not put the purchased snacks outside and carry them all into his room.

Mingshu checked the balance of the original owner in the room and prepared to change the house.

The original owner could live in such a place, but she could not live.

As a result, Mingshu discovered that the original owner was too poor to die. Some of the money she earned was transferred to her family, and the rest was used to buy equipment.

The photography industry is very money-burning, so the original owner has no extra money at all, and now the balance in the card is enough for her to eat...

The price of being a genius is painful.

Can I change to a rich second generation who eats and waits for death?

[...] The host works hard, you are the rich generation.

Mingshu sighed, it seems he has to work hard to make money.

Otherwise, I can only drink the northwest wind in the future.

Mingshu looked around. Although there was an unreliable roommate, the original owner's room was fairly large and had a separate toilet. The bed was inside, circled with a crystal curtain.

Outside is a row of shelves and tables with many cameras.

The original owner's money is probably... spent on it.

Moving is hopeless, at least not now.

Mingshu cleaned up and went to bed directly.

Mingshu was woken up. She touched her phone and looked at the time. At nine o'clock in the evening...

The sound came from the living room, rock music mixed with noisy voices.

The sound insulation of the house is good. She is sitting in the room at this time, but she can hear the sound outside, showing how noisy the sound is.

Mingshu opened the door and went out. His voice was almost deafening. Two men and two women were playing on the sofa.

The living room is messy, with takeaway food, plastic bags, snack bags, wine bottles, and cigarette butts all over the floor.

The air is mixed with the smell of tobacco and alcohol, and some pungent.

One of the short-haired girls saw Mingshu and said hello, "Are you back? I thought you didn't come back."

"Your friend?" The boy next to the short-haired girl frowned, "Come and play together."

"No, my roommate." The short-haired girl glared at the boy with dissatisfaction. "Don't look at other people's beautiful eyes, your eyes will not turn."

"Where can I..."

Mingshu leaned on the door and smiled, "It's nine o'clock now, it's already bedtime."