The Days Dominated by the Wife-staring Demon + Spoiler

The photographer named Zhou Liang was a tall and thin girl, her shoulder-length hair was casually fixed into a low ponytail, and a large tattoo pattern was tattooed on the arm exposed under the rolled-up sleeves.

Because of Ge Zijie's words, she turned to face An Jing, "You can try to put on a shirt casually like now, without buttoning it, the effect should be good."

"Only wearing underwear, it doesn't look layered enough." Ge Zijie nodded, agreeing with her opinion.

"Switching your shoes into boots will make you feel more imposing."

An Jing, who was standing by the side, received a knowing blow. This is to say that she has no momentum... and the sense of hierarchy is not enough?

She looked down at her chest a little aggrieved, obviously Song Fan said she had a sense of hierarchy.

Seeing that Ge Zijie seemed to be concentrating on discussing with Zhou Liang, An Jing didn't want to interrupt her again, so she walked around behind her lightly, and groped along the edge of the coat into the pocket.

As soon as his fingers touched the candy wrapping paper, a high-pitched voice came from the door of the studio.

"Hello! Hello everyone."

This flat voice...is exactly the same as the one that woke An Jing up early in the morning at the villa.

But she doesn't have time to care about why Ge Han appeared here now... Ge Zijie, who was talking to Zhou Liang at the door with his back just now, turned around because of Ge Han's voice, and happened to meet An Jing.

Originally, when Ge Zijie turned her back to her, An Jing didn't think it was inappropriate to wrap her arms around Ge Zijie's waist like this, but now that Ge Zijie turned around, her head was just below her shoulders, and she wrapped her arms around her waist with one hand. The movement looks like An Jing is hugging the waist of the other party.

Still in a sneaky attitude.

Don't you look super stupid like this?An Jing's pupils shook anxiously.

"Candy?" Ge Zijie understood An Jing's thoughts, and put An Jing's hand in another pocket, "Here."

"Ah..." An Jing's heart skipped a beat as her hands were wrapped in her warm palms, and she quickly straightened up, "Song Fan is hungry, I'll get her something."

"Who's hungry?" Ge Han caught this message and hurried over, "I brought a lot of food to share, An Jing, come and get some."

An Jing looked behind her, her posture was indeed not small, a few assistants pushed a rolling dining table and walked into the studio, and there were already a few fast-moving foodies around the door.

"She's already eaten." Ge Zijie cut in with a slightly cold voice, and by the way, put his right hand on An Jing's shoulder, pulling her towards him intentionally or unintentionally, "Go and share it with others."

"Ah...sister!" Ge Han winked wildly at Ge Zijie, how could such a smart person not understand what he meant.

"Don't call me sister in the company." Ge Zijie's indifferent words wiped away all Ge Han's hopes.

In the end, An Jing returned to the lounge empty-handed.

"Where's the sugar?" Song Fan's eyes glowed green with hunger, "I heard that Miss Ge Er is distributing sandwiches outside, why don't you bring some sandwiches in."

Originally, An Jing got the food, but when Ge Zijie heard that Song Fan wanted to eat it...

"The director asked me to ask you, is your weight... up to the standard?" An Jing tried to convey Ge Zijie's meaning as tactfully as possible.

"Ah! Kill me with one sword."

"An Jing." Zhou Liang stood at the door, holding a black shirt in his hand, "Put this on."

"Okay, thank you." An Jing took the shirt, glanced at Zhou Liang's upturned left wrist, and found several long and chaotic scars on it.

Zhou Liang quickly shook off his sleeves to cover his wrists, "Don't button the buttons."

"Well, I see." An Jing was not a nosy person, pretending not to notice the scar on her wrist, nodded to Zhou Liang, and turned to enter the lounge.

"Who was that just now?" Song Fan, who was still sick just now, propped himself up from the table, stretched his neck, and looked at Zhou Yang's departing back, which looked like a husband-watching stone, "He looks pretty good."

"Can you stop embarrassing the idol industry all day long?" Ye Min pinched her face impatiently and turned her back, "Nympho."

Song Fan gave her a flattering smile, "Hey, she is pretty, but she is still not as good as our goddess Ye Min."

Because of Song Fan's words, An Jing began to pay attention to Zhou Liang's appearance. Her fair face matched her slightly decadent temperament, and her thin figure wearing a large shirt looked like a teenager. It seems that many girls are not interested in this type recently interested.

"Zhou Liang, the company specially invited the photographer to take this promotional photo." Xi Ge talked about information while stuffing salad into his mouth, "If you like it, try hard to become her No. 80 seventh girlfriend."

"It's really bent?" Song Fan pulled the chair and slid to Xi Ge's side, "Where did you hear that?"

"Her assistant."

"How long has it been? You've even found out about this." Song Fan looked up at Xi Ge with worship for the God of Gossip.

In order to conform to the concept of this MV, the studio was specially decorated with colorful spray paints. The colors seemed to be randomly sprayed on the background board and the floor, but the collision between colors brought a visual bursting feeling.

Zhou Liang lowered his head and fiddled with the equipment. Ge Zijie stood behind her, one black and one white, but his face was the same indifference. It was extremely stressful to pose for a photo in front of these two.