With a bang, Tan Hanyi's head hit the wall behind him because he retreated too quickly.
Well! !
She hugged her head in pain, then arched her back and curled up there.
"Are you okay? Yiyi?"
Tan Qingyue's charm, which had nowhere to go, was suddenly interrupted.
It was obvious that Yiyi's head was more important to him than conquering a woman.
Tan Hanyi's mind was buzzing, and she couldn't think of anything else. It was good, she didn't have to worry about being hit silly.
Isn’t it said that mentally retarded young people are happier and mentally ill people have broad minds?
"Fool, why are you banging your head against the wall?"
Her brother was also stunned. Is he that scary?
Maybe...yes!
Tan Qingyue rubbed her sister's head. It was almost swollen and needed a hot towel to be applied.
I got up to get a towel and came back. Tan Hanyi was still dizzy and continued to pretend to be dead against the head of the bed.
I didn't dare to look my brother in the eye.
In fact, he knew that his sister was timid and easily worried about gains and losses. So he kept the secret silently for so many years. Suddenly one day, he found that he could no longer regard Yiyi as a little sister.
The panic in her heart was just like how she is now.
"Keep it on, otherwise it will affect Juechen's filming plan." Tan Qingyue finally let go of Qiao Yu in the computer, sat on the chair, and took care of Tan Hanyi who was leaning against the head of the bed.
“Do we still have to shoot?” Tan Hanyi felt like she had a breakdown in the first scene, so she was a little resistant psychologically.
"Haha, just kidding. How much money do you think I spent to get you to act? Those people in Xinghuan are all capitalists who eat people without leaving any bones!"
While helping her apply the medicine on her head, Tan Qingyue made fun of her.
"Oh..." a sigh.
"Are you going to edit the photo later?" Tan Qingyue has a really good memory. Is she still obsessed with Qiao Yu's photo?
"Ah? I, I'll be fine in a while. I might fix it and then go to sleep..." Tan Hanyi spoke incoherently, fearing that his brother was determined to delete all the photos and videos of Qiao Yu.
"Let me help you! Didn't you say it's a part-time job?"
Tan Qingyue pulled over a chair and sat in front of the computer.
Huh? Tan Hanyi thought she had misheard. What did she hear?
"Brother, go to sleep! I don't think you will..." Tan Hanyi leaned over, and Tan Qingyue had actually clicked the mouse to refine the photo.
No, why would a big star like you edit pictures for your rivals?
Tan Hanyi guessed that he was a little dizzy from banging his head against the wall. It was normal for his brother to throw the photos into the trash can and delete them without saying a word, right?
"Don't get me wrong! Qiao Yu's face makes me want to vomit. It can't compare to your brother's stunning beauty."
"Pfft, yes, yes, yes!" Tan Hanyi hugged the big bear and laughed like a dog.
But seeing that the brother was so serious and had some basic skills, she felt comfortable ordering him around.
"Don't over-retouch here! It will be distorted. Qiao Yu's skin color can't be made too white. And here, his contour curves are good enough, there's no need to ..."
This idiot with a bump on his head suddenly realized that she couldn't praise Qiao Yu, so she quickly changed her words and said, "He's not even one ten-thousandth as good as His Majesty the Night Emperor. Ye Chenxi's live photos can be used as desktop wallpapers. So Qiao Yu's fans are very anxious, and they hired a teacher like me online to help them edit the photos. They paid a high price."
Tan Hanyi coaxed and deceived Tan Qingyue like a little fox, and finally Tan Qingyue became indifferent and moved on.
So photo editing is a business relationship? Then he felt relieved.
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