Linda and Kancy glanced at each other, but before they could say anything, a heavy male voice suddenly sounded, "I think it's perfectly fine."

Mo Han raised her eyes and looked over. It was a man with a dark green hat and a messy beard. The man was dressed in overalls, had a tall and sturdy figure, and was holding a camera in his hand.

Mo Han looked at him and thought for a while. It seemed that this person had been patting the window and the room for a long time since he came in just now? What happened to this person? Didn't he say before that he also refused to shoot? Then just now, he looked relaxed and didn't care about anything else. Wasn't it fun to watch women quarrel? Only now did he jump out and pretend that he was a good person.

Mo Han was truly amused by this group of people. Fortunately, she had trained her temper with Fu Yuchen these past few years. Otherwise, she would have exploded again. Mo Han kept comforting herself in her heart. The overall situation was the most important, and the All-Star Game was the most important. Finally, she finished her mental construction and smiled, "Sir?"

When the man heard this, he laughed. Before he could say anything, Linda said, "This is Mr. Sheng Chun. He is the best photographer in Ling Qi. He is also very famous in the world."

Linda also reminded him kindly that Mo Han was not to be provoked, and Sheng Chun was not to be provoked either. Sheng Chun only took photos, not anything else. To tell the truth, from the beginning, the clothes were wrong today. They knew that Sheng Chun, who was pursuing perfection, would definitely refuse to take photos. This way, they could cause trouble for MT and push it onto Sheng Chun in terms of the later stages. But now, Mo Han, a playful woman, had appeared. It was not easy for her to settle things peacefully. She could not let Mo Han and Sheng Chun start a conflict again.

Although Mo Han did not understand their twists and turns, she knew that people like Linda who were in control would definitely have her own considerations in doing so. She nodded to Sheng Chun, walked to the Wang Clan's side, instructed him to find someone, and then took Lizi's children to change clothes.

After that, Mo Han had been waiting at the scene. Although she did not know how to take photographs, she could tell that Sheng Chun's technique was very powerful. It was just that the sample was very impressive. Moreover, Sheng Chun's status was practically the same, and everyone in Ling Qi respected him very much.

At noon, everyone was eating in the MT squad's cafeteria. MT rarely had so many people come, and many people were sharing tables and seats. Mo Han and Kancy sat together.

Kancy sighed to Mo Han. Your food is really good.

"We're just healthier," Mo Han said. "After all, electric runners are athletes. You should pay attention to your diet. You can go to Fish Tooth later. The food there is more market-oriented and there will be lots of snacks and drinks."

"Is that so? Your boss Fu is really good. Young bosses are especially good at this. They are considerate in their work environment." Kancy hugged the bowl with envy.

"Your food should be good, too. Fashion workers, um …"

Kancy put down the bowl with a bitter expression and said, "Steak wine, high-end restaurants? That's all on the surface. We're fashion workers. We watch the show everyday, but we actually do more work than cattle. There are fewer boys in our line of work, and many heavy goods have to be served. It's better to be in the company. It's good to have hot lunch boxes like this."

Mo Han thought that each line had its own difficulties. These girls seemed to be beautiful and moving, but in fact, they had to pay no less in private.

In the afternoon, he carefully warned a few members who had always held grudges in their hearts to cooperate with them.

The afternoon shooting went very smoothly. At first, there were cameras watching from the side. The boys were still a little unnatural. Later, Sheng Chun told them to follow their usual training, while he casually walked around with the cameras in hand. Everyone relaxed.

At dusk, Mo Han sent all of Ling Qi's people away and let the team members go back to their dormitories to rest. He stood alone at the door and stretched. Taking a deep breath, he planned to go back to pack his things and go home. He turned around and found that there was someone standing not far from him. It was Sheng Chun.

Sheng Chun held the camera in his hand. It was precisely the posture he had just taken. He looked back at her and pressed his finger a few more times before taking off the camera.

Mo Han's face instantly turned cold. She raised her head and questioned him, "Why hasn't Mr. Sheng left yet? Furthermore, as a famous photographer, Mr. Sheng must have known about the right to portrait, right?"

Sheng Chun laughed. His beard moved as he walked closer with his camera. "You look like a mimosa with a thorn. From afar, you look very gentle. You put yourself away with a touch and stab others with a thorn."

Mo Han frowned. Just as she was about to refute him and not change the subject, Sheng Chun raised the camera in his hand and signaled her to take a look.

"It's really nice. I wanted to take it. The good scenery is in front of me. If I don't make a move, it would be the greatest torture to a photographer."

Mo Han lowered her head doubtfully. In the picture, a graceful woman was wearing a black-and-white outfit, but her expression was relaxed. Her slender arm rested on the other arm and she raised it high up against the rose-colored sunset glow in the sky behind her. The picture was indeed very beautiful, so beautiful that Mo Han could not believe it.

"Is this really me?"

"Miss Qiu, don't you recognize me?" Sheng Chun smiled and retrieved the camera. "Now you can believe me. My heart is itching. And believe me, photographers have a problem with their hands being faster than their brains."

Mo Han looked up at him and said, "Mr. Sheng, can you give me the photo?"

"Don't accuse me of violating my portrait right now?" Sheng Chun smiled even louder.

"Sorry." Mo Han shrugged and smiled.

"But my photos are very expensive. For the sake of my capture, I'll give you a 20% discount, 80,000 yuan." Sheng Chun purposely told her that there was no intention to conceal any pranks on his face, but Mo Han did not notice that he was covered by his beard at all.

"!?" Mo Han widened her beautiful apricot eyes. "Then you should delete it." After Mo Han finished speaking, she walked into the studio. "Mr. Sheng, go back early. I won't send you off."

"Sigh, you can't help but say it." Sheng Chun stopped her and said, "Well, do you have an appointment tonight? Come have dinner with me. I'll fix up the photos, frame them, and give them to you. How about it?"

"Eat? Why do I have to eat with you?" Mo Han was filled with doubt.

"Because we need to talk about the stars and the moon, and from poems and songs to the ideal of life." Sheng Chun spread out his hands and joked with her.

Mo Han curled her lips and said disdainfully, "Shengda Photographer, online jokes are really not suitable for your identity as an artist."

Sheng Chun laughed out loud and almost bent down, saying, "To make a beauty happy is very suitable for me."

In the evening, Sheng Chun drove Mo Han to a private restaurant called Private Light.

The shopkeeper was a charming woman with melancholy between her eyebrows. Her long wavy hair flashed with a wonderful light under the artistic lights in the shop.

After the two sat down, Sheng Chun handed the menu to Mo Han. Mo Han pushed it back and signaled for him to come.

"You're familiar with restaurants. You must know what's best." Sheng Chun smiled as he ordered the dishes, repeatedly saying something interesting.

When he arrived, Sheng Chun was driving a jeep off-road vehicle, which was somewhat incompatible with his literary and artistic identity, and it was quite appropriate to his rough appearance.

Mo Han raised the question, which Sheng Chun said was because he spent one-third of the year in Tibet, Qinghai, Inner Mongolia and other places.

"Are they all self-driving tours?"

"Yes, it started twelve years ago when I first went there. At that time, I was only eighteen years old. It was …"

"Stop!" Mo Han stopped him and opened her eyes wide. "You're only thirty this year?!" she asked.

"Haha, I look like forty, don't I?"

"No, you look like thirty-five to fifty-five."

Sheng Chun couldn't stop laughing, but he estimated that the atmosphere in the shop was still clutching his mouth and forcefully silencing. His expression was so awkward that Mo Han couldn't help but laugh.

At this time, the dishes were served. The first thing that came into view was actually the plates. Each of them was different. European, Chinese, classical, and modern. They were gathered at a table, but they had an inexplicable sentimental tone.

Next, he paid attention to the dishes. Each dish was exquisite, and the amount of dishes was not as small as western food. It was the most appropriate amount of dishes. It was beautiful and filled people to the brim.

Mo Han kept praising. Afterwards, the two of them had been chatting while eating. Most of them were talking about Sheng Chun's twelve years of experience outside. His words were lively and interesting, and his content was everywhere. Time flowed brightly.

After dinner, Sheng Chun sent Mo Han downstairs and told her that they were really close. After finishing the MT squad's job, he would go west again and ask Mo Han if he was willing to go with him

Mo Han smiled gently and said softly, "My dreams and obsessions are still in this city." After Sheng Chun heard this, he also laughed, nodded to her, turned around and drove away.

A few days later, the official Weibo posts of Fish Tooth TV, Yan Xin, and the MT squad all posted propaganda about the All-Star Game. In a flash, # Yan Xin ate chicken # and # MT squad # were ranked first and followed closely in the top ten.

Yan Xin posted a post on Weibo, His silhouette in front of the computer was displayed on the computer with the text 'Trying to Improve Technique ing'. Yan Xin pursed her lips and looked at the screen seriously. The screen's light projected onto his face, making his perfect outline faintly visible. It was as if makeup had been cast into a shadow. It was amazing how biased God was when he made his face.

The comments on Weibo were over 10,000 in just a few tens of seconds, and the ones in the front row were all Yan Xin's loyal fans.

Yan Yirabbit: Send Me Up "The photo is a screenshot of Yan Xin holding her phone in the variety show. The picture says," Look, I have a selfie, but I don't post it. "

Has Yan Xin updated today? Today is a rare day to update Yan ah. Big Brother is trying his best to upgrade his skills, but he also enjoys a rare quiet time ah. Pay attention to protecting his eyes ah.

Why hasn't big brother come to marry me yet? Good evening big brother, 20 million fan benefits. Are you going to play the piano or eat hotpot on the air? ! ! Brother, you've been so tired from filming these past few days that you still have to practice the game. You must take a good look at yourself! ! ! My sister's dream is to open a chain hotpot restaurant all over the country. Wait for you to come and eat, hahahaha! Brother, look at my sister! ! ! !

Yan Xin Studio V: # Yan Xin # Yan Xin Eats Chicken # The keyboard typed on her fingertips is the favorite dream of teenagers. Come on!

Yan Clan 90: Big Brother, you finally sent out a photo to start the business. I'm going to sit on the ground and cry! ! ! @ Yan Xinxiao sprouts: Good evening, big brother. Today, everything should go smoothly. Have a good time. We will eat "love and love" for you in hotpot.

Yan Xin Global Fan Reserve V: # Yan Xin # # Yan Xin Eats Chicken # Love Endless, E-Sports Fighting for Dream "Give Power to Power"

An An An An Xin: "Brother, can you sign for me?" "Sure, where should I sign it?" (I opened the marriage agreement.) "Then sign here." "Kobold! Kobold!"

Mo Han and Fu Yuchen watched Yan Xin's comments on Weibo in Fish Tooth's technology department. They were constantly lamenting that their fans were too powerful. Both Fish Tooth and the MT team retweeted comments on Yan Xin's Weibo, but they were drowned in the comments and sank. He could only wait for Yan Xin to comment on them and salvage them.

They then went to Fish Tooth's Weibo, where Fish Tooth's first few posts had only a few hundred comments, and the number of posts jumped to tens of thousands.