Chapter 85 85Xi Rao as a match

Xi Rao looked amused. She shook her head and turned off the phone. She looked up to see Mu Zeyang who was filming over there. He changed his clothes again and made his makeup light. His skin was cold, white and delicate, and a green boy didn't need to be so gorgeous.

For makeup, you just need to set the feel according to the photographer's requirements.

Now he is wearing a set of light pink and very comfortable hooded short-sleeves and shorts. The short-sleeves have a big rabbit on the chest, holding a carrot with a pair of blank eyes, and there are two sag on the shoulders.

Wearing bunny ears, he changed his movements and expressions according to the photographer's request. Not to mention, he was really cute.

Xirao took out her cell phone and took a photo of his side face looking up at the tree and posted it in the group.

Everyone was still looking forward to the future with Ruanruan, but they were interrupted by this photo of her so tender that she could squeeze water out of her mouth.

[Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!】

【This is too cute, oh mo oh mo, Ruanzeze~】

[Sister Xixi, you are my god, I really took a picture and posted it, woo woo woo...]

[Xixi: Take one photo and send one? No way~]

[Aww, aww, aww, sister Xixi, if you don’t do this, I can’t bear it anymore...]

[Sister Xixi~Sister Xixi~Please~]

[Xi Xi: Just wait and you will see it in the evening. 】

Seeing that they could not soften Xi Rao, everyone turned into a yelping monster in the group, anxiously looking forward to the evening coming soon.

After taking two sets of photos, the person in charge announced that everyone should rest for ten minutes and praised Mu Zeyang in a good voice.

Seeing them stop, Xi Rao got up and walked over.

"How's it going? Are you tired?"

Xi Rao took out a pack of wet wipes from her bag and handed it over. After Mu Zeyang took it, she handed it over a glass of orange juice.

Mu Zeyang carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead, then took the orange juice and took a big sip. His whole body drooped as if frustrated, "Tired."

Xi Rao smiled and walked behind him, raising her hand to gently rub his temples, "I can bear it even if I'm tired."

Mu Zeyang took another sip of orange juice, squinting slightly while enjoying Xi Rao's massage, when he heard Xi Rao drop a piece of news.

"I called Ruanruan. She will come to Nanshi to be your assistant in two days. You can take her with you to join the team next weekend."

Mu Zeyang's mind was empty for a moment, and he raised his head blankly to look at Xi Rao, "What are you getting in for?"

"Join the group and film."

Mu Zeyang blinked and pointed at himself in disbelief, then at Xi Rao, and then back at himself, "Me? Next week?"

"Well, you, next week."

"..."

Mu Zeyang couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up and wanted to say something. He grabbed Xi Rao's hand and said after a while, "I'm going to the toilet."

"..."

Xirao looked at his figure stumbling to the toilet, shaking his head and sitting back under the umbrella, and started ordering food.

When Mu Zeyang stepped back from the spot, he could still tell that he was absent-minded, but when he saw Xi Rao sitting not far away, he finally confirmed that Xi Rao was not joking with him. He pursed his lips and shouted at the photographer.

The order forced him to withdraw his thoughts and quickly entered the photo-taking state.

One morning, they tried the cool and sunny style, the cute style, the noble prince style, and the European and American elf style. After lunch was delivered, everyone took a rest for an hour.

When Mu Zeyang washed off his makeup and put on his own clothes and came back, he could tell at a glance that he was in a battered state.

Xi Rao helped him open his lunch box and pushed it over, and handed him a glass of warm water.

"Brother, are you okay?"

Mu Zeyang drank the water first, then took the chopsticks and shook his head, "I'm okay, it's just that I'm not used to it the first time."

The books he read these days were not in vain. He quickly found a feeling for the photography teacher's request, but... there was a circle of people around him, and he was still a little embarrassed and couldn't let go. But it got better later and he gradually got used to it.

With this kind of rhythm, it won't be so rigid.

He cooperates well with his work and makes the busy people around him more relaxed.

"That's good, I have about six styles to shoot in the afternoon."

"..."

Mu Zeyang's hand holding the chopsticks trembled, and he glanced at Xi Rao tremblingly before nodding lightly and saying yes.

They didn't know that for a five-star service, a maximum of six groups of styles could be shot, three in the morning and in the afternoon. But Mu Zeyang was so inspiring that they wanted to capture him and shoot him carefully.

In fact, there were more than ten groups, but the conditions were limited. In the end, Xiao Xie and the staff reluctantly deleted some, leaving these ten groups that he could not bear to delete no matter what.

The other reason was Xi Rao. She should have received the service for her salary, but she did it so well. She bought her drinks and provided her with meals.

She was satisfied.

After eating, Mu Zeyang only took advantage of the free time to squint for more than ten minutes. Soon someone came over and called him, taking him to continue a new round of cross-dressing.

Looking at it, Xi Rao couldn't help but nod her head. Whether it was the elegant and dignified style at the back, the yuppie gangster style, or the wild motorcycle style, Mu Zeyang could already change his temperament naturally after changing clothes.

Wearing a gray-blue robe, round-rimmed glasses, and a three-quarter haircut, holding a yellowed book in his hand, and frowning, he is a scholar who cares about the country and the people and saves the country with his pen...

The next moment, he seemed to have traveled through time again, wearing ripped jeans and a deliberately darkened face. He had a piece of foxtail grass between his teeth and raised a slanted eyebrow. He was so bad that you could tell at a glance that he was the most popular kid on the street.

"Xi...Ms. Xi, the next theme is Domineering Bking. Can you...can you act as a friend?"

Director Xie has been watching Mu Zeyang's shooting for a day, and occasionally comes to greet Xirao cordially to see if she has any requests. In fact... he also has selfish motives, and that is Xirao. Mu Zeyang is very good, has a good face and is obedient.

Still working hard, but... But Xi Rao is not bad either. She sat there and casually observed their work, and she had a natural aura.

If... if he could take a few pictures of her, the person in charge felt that if these pictures could be hung in the photo studio, he would not have to worry about his performance in the future.

"I?"

Xi Rao sat up straighter, tilted her head and asked in confusion: "What use can I... be used for?"

Why do I need someone to compliment me when taking a photo?

This is the first time I heard about it.

Director Xie rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Mr. Mu is very talented in taking pictures, but he still feels a little bit weak. We want to try and see if the effect will be better if someone shoots with him, and then

...You and Mr. Mu are the only ones here who are a good match..."

Xi Rao followed him and stood up doubtfully. After all, she was not a professional. Maybe Mu Zeyang's solo photo session lacked some flavor.

When walking to the RV at the back, Xi Rao remembered something, "Do I need to pay more?"

It wasn't her who asked to take the photo, it was them who asked her to take the photo if they felt there was something missing.

Although Xi Rao is not short of money, she should save whatever she can.

The person in charge smiled for a moment, suddenly remembering this, but now that Xirao had stepped on the RV, he really didn't want to miss this opportunity, so he reluctantly nodded, "No, the amount you paid is enough for all of us today."

You have been served.”

But who doesn’t want to have an easy job?

Now they are rushing to increase their workload, and the person in charge just wants to put his hand on his forehead and pretend to be dead.
Chapter completed!