Chapter 440 My Scumbag Ex-husband
Fu Zheng had no choice but to explain, "I sent someone to follow him. I originally wanted to find some evidence against him, but I didn't expect to take such a photo. Ah Liang, believe me, this photo is absolutely real. I was just afraid that you wouldn't believe me, so I sent it to you using an unfamiliar account."
Wen Liang crossed his arms over his chest, looked at Fu Zheng playfully, his eyes sharp as torches, and said nothing.
It sounds like a lie.
If he really sent someone to follow Richard, he would definitely find out that Richard was a waiter in the bar, but he obviously didn't know that now.
Fu Zheng smiled awkwardly and said earnestly, "Aliang, please believe me."
Wen Liang smiled and pointed at the woman in the photo, "Do you know this person?"
"I don't know him... I know him."
Meeting Wen Liang's gaze, Fu Zheng's eyes flashed, and he changed his tone, saying innocently, "I just asked her to seduce Richard, but I didn't expect him to take the bait. I tell you, even if I didn't ask her to go, someone like Richard would cheat sooner or later."
"So I have to thank you?"
"Um."
"Well, you big-headed ghost, get out."
She shouldn't have been soft-hearted towards Fu Zheng.
She should have thought that Fu Zheng would definitely cause trouble, and he would not give up so easily.
"Aliang, I really..."
Wen Liang didn't give him a chance to speak and pushed him out, "Get out."
"Aliang, Richard is not a reliable person. Please give me another chance..." Fu Zheng said as he backed away.
With a "bang", the door closed.
Fu Zheng looked at the door and touched his nose.
Wen Liang returned to the sofa, sat down, and started eating lunch.
You know what, the food Fu Zheng cooks tastes really good.
Wen Liang continued working in the afternoon when he suddenly received a message from the editor-in-chief.
The editor-in-chief said, "Fei, we need a photographer for an inside page of the new issue of our financial magazine. The other photographers are busy. Can you come?"
Wen Liang replied, "When will the filming take place? When will the submission be due?"
"The shoot is tomorrow, and the submission deadline is almost a month away, so there's no rush."
"Okay then."
Wen Liang agreed and asked, "Who is the interviewee this time? Do you have a photo?"
"The person being interviewed is the head of New York Brown Technology Co., Ltd. He doesn't have a photo. I'm wondering if I can get him a photo of him in his daily life. His secretary said he likes a simple and clear style, so please be careful to maintain it."
"Okay, I understand." Wen Liang replied.
But she was very curious. Aren't financial pages like these usually interviewed and filmed directly in the office?
New York company with offices in Philadelphia?
She thought for a moment and then asked, "Where is the filming location? Their office or a studio?"
"The studio," the editor-in-chief replied. "Their secretary has replied and will be here on time."
"Okay." Wen Liang suppressed the doubts in his heart.
Even after the filming started, the editor still couldn't get a photo of the person in charge.
However, the focus of such financial experts should be on the content of the interview.
After all, these senior executives are generally older, and their image is there. No matter how they are photographed, their faces are still the same, and no fans will nitpick on the details.
Wen Liang submitted the first draft of the advertisement for the new couple's rings, but the person in charge has not yet responded.
The next day, Wen Liang went to the photography studio at the magazine, where the staff were already setting up the scene.
At 8:30, the editor-in-chief sent a message saying that the person in charge had arrived at the dressing room and was putting on makeup.
At about nine o'clock, Wen Liang heard a commotion outside and subconsciously turned his head to look over.
The leader was a young man with a handsome face and tall stature. He was wearing a crisp navy blue suit. He looked straight ahead, walked elegantly and casually, nodded from time to time, and communicated with the people next to him. His every move revealed a sense of dignity.
On his left was a strange man, and on his right was the editor-in-chief whom Wen Liang knew.
Following behind her were makeup artists, assistants and others.
Wen Liang's mouth twitched, and he looked at Fu Zheng and asked subconsciously, "Why are you here?"
The editor-in-chief and others stopped in front of Wen Liang. When they heard her say this, they were about to ask her if she knew Mr. Charles. They were both Chinese and lived in Philadelphia, so it was normal for them to know each other.
Unexpectedly, the man on the left glanced at the heroine unhappily and said, "You are the photographer in charge of today's shooting, right? How can you talk to Mr. Charles?"
Fu Zheng smiled faintly and winked at Wen Liang, "It's okay."
The editor-in-chief also tried to smooth things over, saying, "Fei definitely didn't mean it. Come, Fei, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Charles, the head of Brown Technology, and this is White, the editor-in-chief of the financial magazine. Mr. Charles, this is the photographer who will be taking your photos today, Fei."
Wen Liang understood something and gave Fu Zheng a sinister look. "Mr. Charles, how are you?"
Fu Zheng is the subject of her photo shoot today?!?!
No wonder there is no name and no photo!!
"Hello, it's a pleasure working with you." Fu Zheng remained calm.
"Mr. Charles is broad-minded and won't bother with you. Be careful with your words next time." White glared at Wen Liang.
Wen Liang's mouth twitched, and he responded, "Yes, Mr. Charles, I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person just now."
"Oh? Who did you recognize?"
"My scumbag ex-husband."
Fu Zheng: "..."
Seeing the man on the left about to explode, Wen Liang hurriedly explained, "Look at my mouth. Mr. Charles is as handsome as Pan An. How can he compare with you? He's not even worthy of carrying your shoes!"
Fu Zheng: "...There's no need to say that."
Wen Liang glanced at Fu Zheng with a forced smile, then gritted his teeth and said, "Let's not talk about him anymore. It's unlucky. It's my honor to be able to photograph you."
They were already in front of Zaoshan, Wen Liang couldn't go back on his word and could only go ahead with the photo.
"No, I heard you're Chinese too? Communication will be easier. You'll be in charge of all my filming from now on, right?"
Wen Liang smiled: "..."
Fu Zheng smiled and blinked, and his heart softened when he saw Wen Liang's angry expression that couldn't vent.
I really want to go up and pinch her face to see if Wen Liang will explode.
White said, "Why don't you thank Mr. Charles?"
"Thank you, Mr. Charles!"
"It's getting late, let's start shooting quickly," said the editor-in-chief.
"good."
Wen Liang glanced at Fu Zheng, raised his chin towards the background, and said in a bad tone, "Go sit over there."
White frowned when he heard this, "You..." What's that way of speaking?
Before he could finish his words, the editor-in-chief pulled him aside and nodded in Fu Zheng's direction, "Mr. Charles isn't angry, so why are you? People who meet fellow countrymen in a foreign country definitely won't care about these things."
White looked over and saw Fu Zheng sitting down obediently in the chair. He didn't look angry at all. Instead, he had a smile on his face and a gentle expression.
White: “.”
Okay, he's meddling in other people's business.
In order to help Wen Liang work smoothly, Fu Zheng cooperated very well.
Wen Liang took a few pictures, stopped, zoomed in, took a look, and shook his head slightly.
Not very satisfied with these.
Took a few more pictures.
Wen Liang enlarged it and took a look, but was still a little dissatisfied.
White and the editor-in-chief were watching from the lounge area nearby.
Seeing Wen Liang's frown, as if he was in trouble, White frowned again, "Is the photographer you recommended okay?"
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