Chapter 120 Little Model 17 Little Model Dreaming of Fame
The meeting place with Jiang Yao was a super star hotel in the center of the imperial city.
Wu Lan took a taxi to the hotel entrance, looked up at the towering building, and her eyes were attracted by the protruding transparent swimming pool.
It was the first time he had seen such an open-air high-altitude swimming pool.
Before I even reached the door, the concierge standing on the red carpet approached and asked, "Hello, are you checking in?"
Wu Lan waved his hands, feeling a little embarrassed. "No, actually I..."
The concierge quickly realized what was happening. He didn't say much, just gestured "please," and said, "Please go ahead."
Walking into the lobby, the air was filled with a faint aroma of incense, and the strong air conditioning quickly washed away the heat on my body.
Seeing the elevator sign, Wu Lan walked towards the elevator, waited for a while, and then went in.
The elevator door closed.
"Director Fang, what are you looking at?"
In the lobby lounge, the assistant was talking to Fang Qisheng, but saw Fang Qisheng looking towards the elevator with his eyes narrowed.
"Nothing, I just seemed to see someone I know." Fang Qisheng turned around and asked, "What did you say?"
The assistant said, "I just said that Tianyan's editor-in-chief wants to have dinner with you today. Do you want to go?"
"Tianyan?" Fang Qisheng thought for a moment, then took out his phone and said, "Let's postpone it. I have other plans tonight."
"Okay, Director Fang."
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As soon as Wu Lan walked out of the elevator, she received a message from Fang Qisheng.
He was looking for the room number, and before he could read the content of the message, his cell phone suddenly rang. It was Jiang Yao calling.
Knowing that he was about to arrive, Jiang Yao smiled and said, "Okay, I'll open the door for you now."
Looking at the door in the corridor that suddenly opened, Wu Lan walked over quickly.
This was the first time Wu Lan was alone with Jiang Yao.
Thinking of the other party's attitude towards him and his own mission, he felt inexplicably nervous and swallowed carefully.
Entering the room, Wu Lan discovered it was a suite. There was a small living room for meeting guests or resting, and the bedroom door was open. The bed inside was well made, showing no signs of having been used.
Wu Lan sat on the sofa somewhat stiffly. Seeing Jiang Yao pour him a cup of hot tea, he whispered a thank you: "Thank you, Mr. Jiang."
Hearing this address, Jiang Yao frowned slightly, but soon relaxed his brows and asked gently, "Have you had lunch?"
"I ate. I ate some bread after I woke up."
Hearing this, Jiang Yao asked, "Did you sleep late last night?"
"It's a little late. I can't sleep." Wu Lan added softly, "My phone ran out of battery last night, and I had other things to do later, so I only replied to your message today. I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize to me, I understand."
Jiang Yao concealed the doubt in his eyes and asked about other things naturally. This chat mode was a bit like friends chatting, which made Wu Lan relax a lot.
Noticing Wu Lan's tense shoulders relaxing, Jiang Yao said, "Xiao Lan, don't call me Mr. Jiang anymore."
Wu Lan blinked, "Then what should I call you?"
"Calling me brother sounds a bit strange to Mr. Jiang." Jiang Yao smiled, "Or you can call me something else you like."
Wu Lan didn't have any thoughts. Since Jiang Yao asked him to call him brother, he obediently changed his address.
"Brother Yao, you said in your message that you wanted to recommend a job for me. Can I ask what kind of job it is?"
Jiang Yao didn't answer directly. He said, "I want you to meet someone, a very famous photographer..."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone knocked on the door, interrupting Jiang Yao's next words.
Jiang Yao stood up and said, "She must be here. I'll go open the door."
As a newcomer, Wu Lan couldn't just sit there stupidly. He stood up and walked to the door with Jiang Yao.
The door opened and a long-haired woman wearing sunglasses stood at the door. She was dressed elegantly and looked very noble.
Seeing the other party hugging Jiang Yao politely, Wu Lan's eyes were full of curiosity.
"Xiao Lan, this is the person I want you to meet, the most famous female photographer in our photography world, Jiang Yu."
“No one introduced it like that.”
Jiang Yu took off his sunglasses, revealing a pretty face with bright amber eyes. He looked a little serious when he wasn't smiling.
She looked at the little boy standing next to Jiang Yao, looked him up and down, and her gaze lingered on the pretty face for a few seconds.
"Little boy, what's your name?"
It was the first time Wu Lan was called "little kid" and her face turned a little red. She honestly gave her name.
"Hello, Xiao Lan." Jiang Yu took the initiative to shake hands with Wu Lan and naturally pulled her towards the room. "I'm just a photographer, not the female devil that guy said. Don't be afraid of me."
Hearing Jiang Yu calling Jiang Yao "that kid", Wu Lan was stunned for a moment and asked curiously: "You are..."
"I'm his cousin."
Jiang Yu glanced at Jiang Yao, pulled Wu Lan to sit next to him, and gently lifted Wu Lan's chin with his slender fingers painted with black nail polish, observing her carefully.
Not understanding what Jiang Yu was doing, Wu Lan blinked blankly.
“She’s really good-looking.”
After saying this, Jiang Yu started chatting with Jiang Yao about other things, all of which were work-related, and Wu Lan didn't quite understand.
Seeing that they were talking about business, Wu Lan didn't say anything. She sat quietly by the side drinking tea and occasionally taking a few bites of biscuits on the table.
The two chatted for about twenty minutes before Jiang Yu received a call and said he was leaving.
Before leaving, she suddenly asked Wu Lan: "Xiao Lan, are you interested in taking pictures?"
"Photograph?"
Seeing Wu Lan was a little dazed, Jiang Yao said, "Sister, Xiao Lan is a print model."
"oh?"
Jiang Yi raised his eyebrows, glanced at Jiang Yao thoughtfully, and muttered softly, "No wonder... I was wondering why you suddenly came to me, it turns out you had planned this all along."
She turned to look at Wu Lan, and after looking at her again, she smiled and said, "Xiao Lan, I'm looking forward to working with you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang again. Jiang Yu didn't delay any longer. He picked up the call and left the room, not forgetting to wave to them.
The door was closed, and only Wu Lan and Jiang Yao were left in the room.
After hearing what Jiang Yu said just now, Wu Lan seemed to understand something, but he was not sure yet and wanted to ask clearly.
"Brother Yao, what just happened..."
Jiang Yao took a sip of the hot tea on the table, smiling, "I heard she's planning a new magazine and is looking for suitable models. Judging from her expression just now, she must be very satisfied with you."
This job came a little suddenly. Wu Lan paused and asked uncertainly: "Is it because of you, Brother Yao, that I can..."
Jiang Yao shook his head and interrupted, "You saw it too. I didn't say anything. She was the one who asked you if you wanted to take a picture."
"This matter has nothing to do with me."
Wu Lan was no fool; he knew Jiang Yao had something to do with it. Although it was Jiang Yu who had taken the initiative to bring up the idea of taking photos, it wouldn't have been so easy to finalize without Jiang Yao.
But Jiang Yao refused to admit it, and Wu Lan didn't know what to say. She just sincerely thanked Jiang Yao for giving him a good opportunity.
Seeing Wu Lan smiling sweetly at him, Jiang Yao's heart was immediately hooked. When he took the tea that Wu Lan handed to him, he didn't hold it firmly and the red tea spilled on him.
"S-Sorry."
Wu Lan didn't expect the tea to spill out. He originally just wanted to pass the tea to Jiang Yao to express his gratitude, but he didn't expect to wet the other's clothes.
Jiang Yao was wearing a suit. The fabric didn't look cheap at all, like a high-end custom-made suit.
The black tea spilled on his body, and the color quickly seeped into his shirt, leaving a large and obvious mark.
Fortunately, the tea was warm and I didn't get burned.
Wu Lan hurriedly used a tissue to wipe Jiang Yao's face. Looking at the red tea stain on it, she felt a little regretful that she shouldn't have handed him the tea just now.
He had thought of taking the opportunity of serving tea to win Jiang Yao's favor, but now he had ruined it, let alone hooking up with him.
Jiang Yao's impression of him must have worsened.
Thinking of this, Wu Lan frowned even more tightly, her little face wrinkled in distress, and she couldn't help but want to sigh.
In order to make wiping easier, Wu Lan and Jiang Yao sat very close.
Looking at the pretty little face in front of him, Jiang Yao's eyes were glued to Wu Lan's face again. He didn't care about the large water stains on his body, nor did he care that the red tea had stained his clothes.
He knew that Wu Lan was beautiful, but this was the first time he had observed her so closely.
The boy lowered his eyes, his long, thick eyelashes trembling slightly, his bright eyes as captivating as black pearls. His features were delicate, and beneath his upturned nose, his pink lips were pursed, squeezing the plump flesh of his lower lip.
Soon, the lips were loosened, and the little mouth was slightly opened. The wet and red soft flesh could be vaguely seen inside, and the whole mouth was wet.
This face is only the size of a palm, but I never get tired of looking at it. Instead, the more I look at it, the more beautiful it becomes, and it's hard to look away.
Jiang Yao slowly lowered his head and couldn't help but move closer.
As he got closer, he could vaguely smell a faint fragrance.
This doesn't feel like perfume; it smells light and fresh, but if you take a deeper look, you'll find a hint of sweetness in the fragrance.
It seemed to be the fragrance of Wu Lan, the same feeling he gave people, fragrant and sweet, like a small milk cake.
A large amount of saliva suddenly secreted from Jiang Yao's mouth. He swallowed with some difficulty and calmly pulled the little boy into his area.
"Can you clean it?"
Jiang Yao's voice rang out overhead. Wu Lan looked at the tea stain in distress and shook her head: "It can't be wiped off. Maybe I need to wash it."
Noticing that Jiang Yao suddenly raised his hand, Wu Lan thought that he was angry and wanted to push him away, or teach him a lesson. He reacted a little slowly and was stunned for a moment.
Just as he was about to dodge away, the other person's hand was already on his head, stroking it gently.
"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if it can't be wiped clean. It's just a piece of clothing."
Such a gentle reaction surprised Wu Lan. He secretly glanced at Jiang Yao and found that there was tenderness in the other's eyes. He was really not angry with him.
His focus was on the other person's emotions, and he didn't notice Jiang Yao slowly approaching. The big hand on his head quietly slid down to his cheek and gently lifted it up.
Only after the tips of their noses touched did he realize belatedly that the distance between them was a little too close.
But before Wu Lan could think about it, he felt the other person's lips touching his mouth.
Just a light touch and it's gone.
He was confused by the sudden kiss. He blinked blankly, touched his upper and lower lips together, and wanted to say something, but was speechless for a moment.
Jiang Yao gently looked at the innocent little boy who was stunned by the kiss, with the corners of his mouth raised in a good mood, but the next second, his eyes suddenly darkened.
He discovered that there was a light red mark under Wu Lan's ear, neither deep nor shallow.
The size of the mark is very similar to a hickey.
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