Chapter 43 "Be Serious, That's My Wife"
The camera is empty, nothing is left!
Song Xi searched the table, the floor, and even the stage, but couldn't find it anywhere.
She called every colleague in the business tent today, but they all said that no one had touched the camera, the company's surveillance could not be adjusted for the time being, and the security guards had all gone off work.
What's more, in order to protect the lens from damage, there is no surveillance in the studio.
Song Xi's face darkened.
She knew very well that someone disliked her and was determined to make her fail in this project.
Today's shoot is an expedited order, and the finished pictures must be produced tomorrow. If the negatives are gone, it means we have to reshoot.
If this fails, it will seriously affect the company's reputation and will also affect the photographer's reputation and future.
As a working person, she is very clear-headed. The current problem is not to desperately search for a memory card that is impossible to appear, nor is it to shirk responsibility and complain about grievances.
But timely remedy.
Song Xi was thankful a thousand times that the client was her husband.
If he is really a big business figure, it is really impossible to invite him back.
"Buzz—buzz—"
The phone vibrated twice, and Zhang Hening called: "Bao, I'm off work, why haven't you left yet? I'm starving. What time are we going to eat barbecue?"
Song Xi said, "I have something urgent to do, so I won't go for now. Let's go next time."
Zhang Hening: "Ever since you got a husband, you've spent less and less time playing with me. Didn't we agree that men are just tools and best friends are true love? Gouzi, don't you love me anymore?"
Song Xi explained to her: "This time it's really not because of my husband, it's because of work."
"What kind of job is that?"
"Looking for my husband to take pictures."
"…Let's break up."
"He Ning..."
"Hang up, bye!"
Song Xi spent several minutes on the call and coaxed Zhang Hening, then opened Jing Zhuo's WeChat. After thinking about it, he decided to call him directly.
The call was quickly connected, and the man's voice was gentle: "What's the matter?"
Song Xi: "Are you free tonight?"
Jing Zhuo paused: "What's wrong?"
He remembered that she was going to He's house in the evening.
Song Xi said stubbornly, "I'm sorry to bother you so late. It may take me two hours. There was something wrong with today's photos. Can you... retake them?"
Jing Zhuo lowered his eyes, his gaze cold: "Accident?"
Song Xi explained awkwardly: "The memory card is lost, all the photos are gone."
Jing Zhuo was silent for two seconds and closed the computer.
"I'll be at your company in thirty minutes."
Hearing that he agreed so readily, Song Xi breathed a sigh of relief and thanked Jing Zhuo eight hundred times in his heart.
She was completely moved by the timely help.
Even a certain part of the heart was being pulled intentionally or unintentionally, spreading to the blood vessels of the limbs and reaching the tips of the ears.
The ears are red.
When Jing Zhuo was walking out with the car keys, he happened to meet Chen Feng who was coming towards him.
"Boss Jing, aren't there a drinking party tonight? Where are you going?"
"You go first for me, I'm suddenly busy."
Chen Feng: "Are you going to go on a date with Miss Song Xi?"
Jing Zhuo stopped and corrected, "Be more precise, that's my wife."
Chen Feng: “…”
He took two more steps, stopped, turned around and told Chen Feng: "Also, keep this matter confidential. Don't tell anyone, especially my family."
Chen Feng: I understand, a beautiful woman in a golden house.
He solemnly gestured OK, indicating that he would seriously be a qualified love security guard.
Twenty-five minutes later, Bentley arrived downstairs of Mishima.
Song Xi personally went downstairs to pick him up, his face full of joy: "Great, thank you so much, let's start shooting now!"
"Eat first."
"ah?"
Jing Zhuo held her wrist and pulled her into the car: "How can you have the energy to carry a camera if you're not full?"
Hearing him say this, Song Xi no longer refused.
She was inconsiderate. Even if she didn't eat, the models still had to eat.
Jing Zhuo found a nearby restaurant and after going in, he discovered that it actually served Suzhou cuisine.
Song Xi's stomach, which had been indifferent to begin with, began to growl.
The two ordered a few dishes and started eating face to face.
While they were eating, Lin Yan happened to pass by outside the mall and saw their profiles through the glass window of the restaurant.
There really was something going on between them.
They even hooked up with each other in private and made plans to have dinner together.
Lin Yan clenched her fingers and snorted secretly: Eat it, eat it well, the real show will start tomorrow anyway.
I hope Song Xi can still eat by then.
After dinner, Song Xi took Jing Zhuo to the business studio.
It was already half past ten in the evening, and apart from a few studios downstairs working overtime, there was no one on the business floor.
Song Xi turned on the light, reinserted a new memory card, and started reshooting.
The man was still wearing the same clothes he wore during the day, sitting lazily on the chair with a dull look in his eyes.
Song Xi looked at him through the camera - this man is so photogenic!
She became addicted to her profession and pressed the shutter.
After taking a few pictures, Jing Zhuo suddenly said, "What happened today wasn't an accident, right?"
Song Xi's fingers froze: "...How did you know?"
Jing Zhuo looked at her through the camera and said calmly, "Are you always being targeted in this company?"
"No."
Song Xi lowered his head to look at the film and said, "This is the first time I've encountered such a situation. Everything was fine before."
"If you need me to help..."
"No need." Song Xi refused firmly. "It's just the workplace. If I can't handle these things, I don't need to stay in the company anymore. Don't worry, I won't let myself suffer any loss."
Jing Zhuo stared at her quietly.
Outside the pouring light, she stood there, small and slender, with her back straight, looking down at the photo intently.
No shadow can cover the light in her.
The corners of his lips raised, and he agreed softly: "Well, don't be too wronged as a person."
Song Xi looked at a few photos and was not very satisfied with any of them. He always felt that something was wrong with his condition during the day. He had cooperated very well during the day.
Why do I always feel like it’s almost there now?
She stepped forward to adjust the lighting and whispered, "Can you tilt it a little?"
Jing Zhuo raised his eyes, his gaze under the camera was sly.
"so?"
He leaned slightly to the side, his slender fingers casually resting on the back of the chair, his cold white wrist exposed by the cuff of his suit, looking both restrained and sexy.
——How come this man’s Adam’s apple is exposed?
Still so sexy!
She pressed the shutter and pretended to be calm: "Yes, very good, keep this pose."
I took a few more pictures, but I was still not satisfied.
Song Xi could only go forward and make minor adjustments to his posture himself.
The two of them were very close, and the man's collar, cuffs, fingers, hairstyle... all changed angles in her hands.
It’s strange, why does it taste worse the more I adjust it?
Song Xi feels that the style has gone a bit off, from an elite business style to an abstinence-friendly style.
"Are you nervous?" Jing Zhuo asked suddenly.
Song Xi held his breath: "No."
"Your ears are red."
Song Xi: “…”
The air suddenly became quiet.
She pretended to be calm: "...The light is too hot."
Jing Zhuo didn't expose her, and the corners of his lips raised slightly.
They were the only ones in the studio, and even the sound of each other's breathing was so clear.
He suddenly... didn't want to cooperate anymore.
Song Xi took a few more photos and then looked down at them. "This one looks a bit fierce. Can you soften it a little?"
"How soft?"
Song Xi thought for a moment and said, "Just... imagine you are looking at someone you like?"
Jing Zhuo's eyes darkened, and he suddenly reached out to grab her wrist and gently pulled it——
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