The wind did not answer, but the fragrance carried by the wind seemed to penetrate the screen and hit my face...

The weather forecast music plays.

"Ah!" Liang Ange covered his heart and turned off the TV.

Everyone quietly reminisced about it. It was only five minutes, but it felt like they had watched a movie.

He Huan then turned to look at Chen Ying, "Teacher Chen, you took the picture so well!"

Liang Ange smiled and said: "Teacher Chen has captured the essence! Where do you see the wind blowing? Where do you see the flowers?"

Everyone looked at Aziya. Aziya was looking at He Huan. At this time, her cheeks were filled with clouds and she lowered her head.

He Huan also turned to look at her, a little embarrassed. But Teacher Chen really captured the essence of the wind not stopping but the flowers moving with the wind.

"The little white dragon appears wearing a Sani vest outside his own clothes. It's really special!"

"My sister is like the Gesang flower, and my brother is like the wind, only taking away the fragrance. The Gesang flower is blooming, and the little white dragon is back!" Mr. Xiao stood up excitedly.

"This piece of music produced by Ange Recording Studio is really nice!"

"Aziya's expression is completely natural! It's so touching! Teacher Chen's micro-expressions are captured so well! The close-ups, the whole atmosphere promoted layer by layer, and the coherent and rich expressions are really amazing. !”

Chen Ying, the creator of all this, smiled slightly.

All this is God’s will!

He Huan looked at Aziya again with her head hanging down. He admired Teacher Chen so much, but he didn't want Aziya to feel too neglected at this moment.

Mr. Xiao looked at Aziya, who had her head down and her face flushed. She had used her true feelings to make a commercial, but it was a pity that the wind kept passing by!

Ranwen

Peng Di opened the champagne, Mr. Xiao poured it one by one and raised his glass, "Thank you everyone! Together we made this promotional video a success!"

Let's raise a toast together.

After coming out, Mr. Xiao shook hands with the leaders and creative team one by one and expressed his gratitude again.

He Huan walked up to Aziya and said, "Aziya, have I done anything to misunderstand you?"

"No." Aziya shook her head, "That means you touched my bun when you were telling tourists about Sani clothing. Sani girls' buns can only be touched by lovers."

"Ah!" He Huan said angrily, "I'm so sorry."

"It's nothing. There aren't so many rules now. If someone else touched it, I would treat it as curiosity. It was you who touched it... In short, this is my business, so you don't have to worry about it."

He Huan looked at her and felt even more guilty.

"You may feel that you regret coming to Stone City to meet me and teasing me. But I think this is a very good memory and I don't regret meeting you. So I hope you don't regret it either."

"Aziya..."

This is the hotel of the Yunhua Group, and since everyone is staying in Spring City, there is no need to see guests off. Those who treat guests have to leave first. Mr. Xiao came over and opened the car door, and Aziya got into the back seat.

Mr. Xiao looked at He Huan and patted his shoulder, "Aziya is the spokesperson of our Stone City, and it's your success. I really love and hate you."

He Huan didn't know what to say. The advertisement was clearly shot well, but because of the true feelings, it made people sad.

"Goodbye." Aziya glanced at him from the car window.


Chapter completed!