Chapter 114 Little Model 11 Little Model Dreaming of Fame
It happened so suddenly that before Wu Lan could react, she was already in the arms of another man.
But his hand was caught by Fang Qisheng.
Wu Lan was puzzled by Fang Qisheng's words. He looked from Fang Qisheng to the man holding him, and felt as if he had seen his face somewhere before. Even his voice seemed familiar.
Tilting her head, she recalled, and suddenly heard the man say in an unsteady voice, "Fang Qisheng, what the hell are you talking about?"
Jiang Yao glared at Fang Qisheng, his heart beating faster and faster, as if something was about to explode from inside, but his mind was completely captured by those short words.
Do you want to go together?
He swallowed hard, glanced up and down at the light-floating little boy in his arms inconspicuously, and lingered on the soft, white, flat belly for several seconds.
The belly is too thin and too skinny. It looks like it will bulge out noticeably if it swallows a little food, forming a small bulge.
I guess he would have a bit of trouble eating it alone. If he forced himself to eat two people, I don’t know how bloated his stomach would be.
In addition, some turbid liquid will be eaten in the stomach, which may make it look like you are three or four months pregnant. Because you eat too much, you may also cover your stomach with red eyes and feel uncomfortable.
It was so painful that she even cried out loud. Her dark eyes were filled with mist, and her long eyelashes were wet in clumps. She blinked pitifully, sniffed her red little nose and said, "No, I can't eat anymore."
But he didn't know that the sweet and seductive voice was even more exciting. The crying and panting whimpering sound made people want to use more force and drill into him fiercely, making him twist and turn and his belly grow bigger and bigger.
Just thinking about it made his blood boil. Jiang Yao's eyes darkened and his breathing became rapid.
But he glanced at Fang Qisheng again, his eyes filled with displeasure and disgust.
Even though they were good friends whom he had known for many years, he didn't want to be with Fang Qisheng. He just wanted to have him all to himself.
He has always had a strong sense of possessiveness and will never allow others to interfere with things that belong to him, not even their friends.
There is another very important point.
It was his first time.
The first time must be taken seriously, no matter what, there is no way to be with anyone else. In fact, the most taboo is to be with two people, what if the boy likes Fang Qisheng more after comparison, then what should we do.
Although he didn't think he was worse than Fang Qisheng, it was his first time after all. If he didn't perform well by accident, his reputation would be ruined.
But he was still very confident in himself. He could feed the little boy by himself and make his little belly bloated as if it was pregnant with his child.
He hadn't missed the panic and helplessness in the boy's eyes. It must be that bastard Fang Qisheng who was forcing his way into his affairs, and he had just discovered this scandal. To cover it up, Fang Qisheng was trying to drag him down.
This person is really insidious!
Thinking of this, Jiang Yao couldn't help but tighten his arms and hugged the little boy who was covered in rose essential oil even tighter, not caring at all that his suit was stained by the essential oil.
Using this force, he shook Fang Qisheng's hand away.
Taking two steps back from Fang Qisheng, Jiang Yao frowned, protecting Wu Lan behind him, and said righteously: "Fang Qisheng, do you think I am you?"
"I don't play by the rules!"
Fang Qisheng's face darkened. He slowly stood up, tidied up his messy clothes, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you an idiot?"
He glanced at Wu Lan who was pulled behind Jiang Yao, suppressed his temper, and maintained a gentle image on his face, not wanting to leave a bad impression on Wu Lan.
"Who told you I was playing by the rules?" He asked back, "Have I ever played by the rules after being in this industry for so long?"
"Who knows you? I didn't even know you were playing secretly, and now you are..."
Fang Qisheng was so angry at Jiang Yao that his temples twitched. He pointed at the studio and the camera and interrupted Jiang Yao: "We were just working. Xiaolan, I'm right, right?"
"Yeah, yes."
Jiang Yao was stunned for a moment. He looked at the little boy behind him, and after seeing Wu Lan nod seriously, he looked at Fang Qisheng.
"So what do you mean by together?"
"Help me with the filming."
Fang Qisheng picked up the camera and said rudely, "Idiot."
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With Jiang Yao's assistance, the filming progressed much faster.
Through Fang Qisheng's introduction, Wu Lan learned that Jiang Yao was the big boss of Yingduo Entertainment. Yingduo Entertainment has one of the best status in the entertainment industry, and almost all of its artists are famous in the circle.
Fang Qisheng and Jiang Yao have known each other for many years. They grew up together and know each other well. They also played photography together in the past and are both photography enthusiasts.
Jiang Yao happened to have nothing to do today, so when he passed by the studio, he thought of looking for Fang Qisheng for dinner, so he walked in without any obstruction.
Unexpectedly, such an unintentional action would allow Jiang Yao to encounter this filming.
"Shift the key light 15 centimeters to the right, and then raise the fill light a little, shooting it down at a 30-degree angle."
Listening to Fang Qisheng's instructions, Jiang Yao adjusted the lighting with a serious face, but his eyes were fixed on the young man who was posing for a photo on the sofa.
His gaze lingered on the little snow-white face for a long time, and only came back to his senses when Fang Qisheng called his name again and again.
He looked at Fang Qisheng unhappily, "What did you just say?"
Fang Qisheng didn't miss the look Jiang Yao gave Wu Lan. He felt a little uncomfortable, but he didn't show it on his face. He said calmly, "I said, move the softbox closer."
Jiang Yao remained silent. After pulling the softbox closer, he couldn't help but sigh, "You have so many requirements for taking a photo. It's the same bad habit as before."
Fang Qisheng automatically ignored Jiang Yao's complaints and turned to look at Wu Lan, his tone a little warmer: "Come on, lift your chin slightly."
Wu Lan posed very seriously. After hearing Fang Qisheng's affirmation, she became more confident and quickly got into it.
After taking several photos in succession, Fang Qisheng asked to change the pose.
Seeing Fang Qisheng lying on the ground holding the camera, Wu Lan walked over hesitantly and asked again uncertainly: "Did you step on the lens with your foot?"
"I didn't step on it directly, I almost stepped on the camera."
Fang Qisheng stretched out a hand towards Wu Lan and opened his palm. "Put your foot on my hand."
Wu Lan felt that this was not very polite, but this was a request from a big director after all. There must be a reason for the other party to shoot it this way. Maybe she could even take super beautiful photos.
Thinking of this, Wu Lan nodded and obediently put her foot on Fang Qisheng's hand.
Seeing Fang Qisheng fixed his foot above the camera, Wu Lan, who was standing on one leg, began to tremble and could not stand steadily.
He was afraid of falling, but unexpectedly a strong arm suddenly appeared around his waist to help him steady his body.
"careful."
A low and magnetic voice came from above her head. Wu Lan looked at Jiang Yao, her cheeks slightly flushed, and she thanked him in a low voice.
"You are welcome."
Jiang Yao glanced at Fang Qisheng lying on the ground and resisted the urge to step on him. He followed Fang Qisheng's instructions, took out the bottle of aromatherapy oil, and dripped it on Wu Lan's cheek.
The rich fragrance of roses filled the air. Watching the drop of essential oil slowly slide down Wu Lan's cheek to the corner of her mouth, as if it were crystal flowing out of her mouth, the two men present swallowed their dry throats at the same time, and their eyes became darker.
The filming continued, Jiang Yao was asked to readjust the lighting, while Fang Qisheng tightened his jaw and looked silently at the handsome boy in the camera.
The boy in the camera is really beautiful.
His legs were thin and white, coated in a layer of rose oil, giving them a sleek sheen. His knees, due to his pale skin, had a faint pink tint. A golden chain dangled between his thighs, and the center of his legs was tightly wrapped in black leather. The image was slightly out of focus, yet still captivating.
But the boy's appearance is clear.
His facial features were exquisite and beautiful, with plump pink lips beneath a straight nose. He lowered his eyes, staring directly into the camera, a hint of coolness in them, and his slightly raised chin made him look like a proud little black swan.
The drop of essential oil flowing to the chin adds a touch of charm and seduction to the camera. The black and gold color scheme on the body and the arrogant expression make her look like a little succubus who specializes in feeding on human essence, which is very charming.
Be it Fang Qisheng or Jiang Yao, they couldn't look away at this moment.
Fang Qisheng quickly pressed the shutter button. He could clearly feel his fingers trembling as he pressed the shutter button, as if his heart was beating for Wu Lan.
Jiang Yao stood aside, staring at the little succubus with his deep eyes, his jaw gradually tensing.
From his perspective, the golden chains hanging on the clothes were swaying slightly, and the fair skin looked particularly white and charming against the black and gold background.
If he was stunned by Wu Lan's pretty face when he first saw her, now he was completely captivated by her beauty.
He touched his violently beating heart, and the burning in his eyes became more intense.
Wu Lan was completely unaware of this.
He was only focused on completing the filming. After finishing this action, he changed several actions in succession and gradually felt a little tired.
Finally, he heard Fang Qisheng say, "That's enough."
After Fang Qisheng confirmed that there was no need to shoot other angles, Wu Lan hurried into the dressing room and got herself ready.
Some of the essential oil on the body penetrated into the body, and some evaporated into the air. It was not difficult for Wu Lan to deal with it. She just wiped it off with a wet towel.
It's just that the essential oil has been on his skin for a little too long, and his whole body is filled with the scent of roses. Even if the essential oil is wiped off, the fragrance still remains.
But because Wu Lan had been smelling it for too long and had become accustomed to the fragrance, he had no idea that he was like a walking rose.
Glancing at the young man standing next to him, Jiang Yao could smell the particularly rich rose scent without even trying hard, accompanied by a faint sweet fragrance.
He couldn't help but recall Wu Lan wearing cool clothes, his protruding Adam's apple rolling up and down, and he swallowed a little unnaturally.
"Xiao Lan, do you want to have dinner together later?"
Worried that the sudden invitation might seem abrupt, Jiang Yao reluctantly brought Fang Qisheng along, "I know a good restaurant nearby. Let's have dinner together."
He added, "...the three of us together."
Wu Lan was replying to a message when Fei Siwen sent him a bunch of messages. As soon as he clicked into the chat app, his phone almost froze.
Looking at the screen full of inquiries, he quickly replied, "Just finished work."
As soon as the message was sent, Fei Siwen replied immediately.
[I'm nearby, I'm here to pick you up now]
Looking at this irresistible message, Wu Lan paused and said to Jiang Yao with an apologetic look: "Mr. Jiang, I have already made an appointment with my friends, so..."
Jiang Yao's eyes flickered and he said, "It's okay, let's have dinner together next time."
As he spoke, he took out his cell phone and naturally exchanged contact information with Wu Lan.
Fang Qisheng's eyes shifted away from the screen. He suddenly remembered something and asked, "The friend you mentioned, is it the person who called you last time?"
Wu Lan nodded.
I don't know why Fang Qisheng brought this up, but he immediately changed the subject and said, "Where are you meeting your friend? Maybe I can take you there."
Jiang Yao responded quickly: "I can give it to you too."
Unexpectedly, these two people would be so warm and friendly. Wu Lan waved her hand and said, "No, no, my friend said he would come to pick me up."
As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang.
After hearing Fei Siwen say that he was at the door of the studio, Wu Lan responded twice and hung up the phone. She said to them a little embarrassedly, "My friend is already here, so I'll leave first."
"I'll take you downstairs. The door needs to be unlocked before it can be opened."
"Sorry to bother Director Fang."
Fang Qisheng had a faint smile on his face. "Don't be polite to me. You helped me a lot today."
Looking at the two people leaving, Jiang Yao thought for a moment and immediately followed them.
Opening the door of the studio, Fang Qisheng noticed a tall man standing outside, wearing a baseball cap and a black mask.
Although her face cannot be seen clearly, her overall temperament is very good. Her tall and slender figure looks a bit like a model. The clothes she wears are very design-conscious and you can tell at a glance that they are not cheap.
Fang Qisheng looked at him calmly, and Fei Siwen was also looking at him.
"Then I'll be leaving first. Thank you Director Fang and President Jiang for today."
Wu Lan noticed that Jiang Yao had followed him. He said goodbye to the two of them before walking out of the studio door.
As soon as she walked out, Fei Siwen put his arm around her neck and half-lifted her up.
"It's just a photoshoot, why is it so late?"
"Because today..."
Looking at the two people, one tall and one short, leaning against each other, Fang Qisheng narrowed his eyes, retracted the smile on his face, and stared at them expressionlessly.
Jiang Yao also walked to the door and watched the two people leaving with Fang Qisheng. His handsome brows furrowed and his eyes darkened.
"Do you know that person?"
Fang Qisheng shook his head. "But I saw that man's note on Xiaolan's phone yesterday."
Jiang Yao raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Fang Qisheng.
Fang Qisheng was still looking at the two people who had walked away. After seeing the young man rub Wu Lan's head, his expression gradually turned cold.
"Xiao Lan, please note him, husband."
Jiang Yao's brows furrowed even more. He was about to say something when Fang Qisheng pushed him out. "I need to sort out the photos I took today. If you have nothing else to do, please leave."
"Hey, aren't you going to have dinner?"
“No.”
"That......"
Fang Qisheng stopped closing the door and looked at Jiang Yao, who seemed to want to say something but hesitated, with some guesses in his mind.
Jiang Yao coughed uncomfortably, "Then send me the photo of Xiao Lan you took today. I want to save it..."
"If you don't want to send it, you can go away."
Before Jiang Yao could finish his words, Fang Qisheng forcibly closed the door. Looking at Fang Qisheng locking the door, Jiang Yao's face darkened and he tutted in dissatisfaction.
...
On the other side, Wu Lan was taken away by Fei Siwen.
After passing an intersection, Fei Siwen came to a black car and opened the door.
He was a little surprised as to why Fei Siwen opened the back door, since Fei Siwen always asked him to sit in the passenger seat.
Wu Lan looked at Fei Siwen in confusion, then got in. Just as she was about to fasten her seat belt, she saw Fei Siwen also getting in.
Immediately afterwards, he was pushed down on the back seat by Fei Siwen. The other party buried his face in his neck and hugged him tightly, his hot and moist breath sprinkled on the tip of his ear.
"Baby, I've missed you all day."
Wu Lan's neck was very sensitive and he couldn't help but shrink it. He wanted to push the person away, but Fei Siwen almost pressed down with his whole body, it was very heavy and he couldn't push him away.
Wu Lan frowned slightly, patted Fei Siwen's shoulder and was about to speak when she felt a warm big hand appear on her waist. The thin calluses formed from playing the guitar rubbed against her skin, making him shiver sensitively.
Fei Siwen put his ear close to hers and whispered, "Baby, why do you smell like roses?"
Before he could respond, most of his clothes were lifted up, blocking Wu Lan's vision. However, he could clearly feel the other person's gaze sliding over his body inch by inch, as if he was being examined.
The next second, he felt himself being pinched.
At the same time, Fei Siwen's voice rang in his ears again, his voice low and hoarse: "Is it my illusion? It seems a little red here."
He paused and asked again: "Has anyone touched here?"
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