Hua Qi subconsciously looked up to find the camera.
Fu Jiusi chuckled and tapped her forehead with his fingers. "Silly girl, why is there a surveillance camera in the fitting room?"
Hua Qi snorted coldly, "The world is going downhill. The role of cameras is no longer just for security monitoring."
"Many people with ill intentions use it to pry into other people's privacy."
Fu Jiusi lifted her hair with his fingers and tucked it behind her ear. "This is our territory, don't worry."
Hua Qi pushed him away and said, "Then we have to be even more careful. With your personality, you'd want to install 360-degree surveillance, right?"
Fu Jiusi laughed out loud, "If you don't trust me, can you not trust our sister?"
Hua Qi looked him up and down and said, "Get out. I need to change my clothes."
"It's not like you haven't seen it before," Fu Jiusi started to help her take it off.
Hua Qi dodged, but he grabbed her waist and pulled her into his arms.
"That's what a styling assistant does."
"The only person who can take off my wife's clothes is me."
Hua Qisao's cheeks flushed, "I can take care of myself, I don't need anyone's help."
"Hurry up and get in your wheelchair. Take good care of your injuries and don't leave any sequelae."
"If you're lame, I won't want you."
As she spoke, she helped him into the wheelchair and opened the door of the fitting room, "Get out."
The styling assistant stood at the door, smiling awkwardly, and handed over a pair of canvas shoes with both hands, "The shoes that go with this outfit."
Seeing her embarrassment, Hua Qi felt his face getting even hotter.
The assistant must have heard Fu Jiusi's vicious words!
No one took the shoes, so the assistant carefully placed them at the door and left.
Hua Qi punched Fu Jiusi in the chest and pushed him out.
Fu Jiusi teased her deliberately, "Then I can only spy on you changing clothes through the surveillance camera~"
"Bang!"
Hua Qi responded by slamming the door.
After changing her clothes, she walked out of the fitting room.
A loose white T-shirt paired with light blue denim shorts and a pair of white canvas shoes, he looks refreshing, comfortable and full of energy, as if he has returned to his student days.
Fu Jiusi was infected by her youthful and sunny aura and stared at her blankly.
While she wasn't paying attention, Mo Chi raised his camera and took a few photos.
Looking through the finished film, he nodded with satisfaction, "There's no need for any retouching, it can be taken straight from the camera."
Fu Jiusi said, "After the shoot, send me all the photos."
"You're here too!" Hua Qi looked at Mo Chi in surprise.
I walked over to him, took a look at the photo he took, and silently gave him a thumbs up. "Send me a copy too."
Then, he lowered his voice and muttered, "What do you have to do all day? You're always clinging to Sister Yan!"
"Let's go to the studio and take pictures," Mo Chi gave her a look.
Hua Qi understood and followed.
After taking two steps, he turned around and warned Fu Jiusi, "Don't come over here, you're affecting my performance."
Fu Jiusi: "..."
After entering the studio, Mo Chi glanced back and said, "It still has to be you. You are the only one who can control Brother Nine."
Hua Qi brought it to the door, "Men are most attractive when they are working."
"If you stick to Sister Yan every day, she will get annoyed."
Mo Chi scratched his hair in distress, "I used to think so too."
"So, I left home to start my own business. With the help of Brother Jiu and Sister Yan, it's doing pretty well."
"But, in the past few years, I was busy with my career and couldn't even see Sister Yan."
"Sister Yan is also very busy. Every time I call, she assumes I have something to do. As soon as she hears that I'm fine, she hangs up immediately. It's very straightforward."
"Later, she became annoyed with me and told me explicitly not to call or text her unless necessary."
"If I want to know about Sister Yan's news, I can only ask Brother Nine, but he gets annoyed with me and always tells me to ask Sister Yan myself."
"If I continue to focus solely on my career, there will only be one outcome: Sister Yan and I will become increasingly distant relatives."
Hua Qi listened with a frown and smacked his lips, "If Sister Yan is thinking about you, I mean the kind of concern that is mixed with the emotions between men and women, there is no way she can resist not contacting you."
"You took the initiative to call, but she still refused. The meaning is very clear."
Mo Chi retorted unwillingly, "Then why doesn't Sister Yan talk about her boyfriend?"
Hua Qi spread his hands and said, "Who says women must fall in love and get married?"
"Isn't it good to be a single, rich woman with brains and a career?"
Mo Chi shook his head, "I don't believe it!"
"There are so many men pursuing her, but she doesn't even look at them. She must have someone in her heart."
Hua Qi blinked, "So, do you think the man in Sister Yan's heart is you?"
Mo Chi said seriously, "Why not me?"
Looking at his sincere eyes, Hua Qi opened her mouth but swallowed the words back.
At this time, Sister Yan pushed the door open and came in. "What are you two whispering about in there?"
Mo Chi lowered his head in panic, pretending to look at the photos, and even held the camera upside down.
Hua Qi squinted his eyes and smiled, putting his arm around Sister Yan's shoulder, "Are you admiring my beautiful photos?"
Sister Yan handed over a contract, "This is a modeling and endorsement contract tailored for you. Take it back and take a look."
Hua Qi pushed it back, "I'm just here to help, there's no need for this."
Sister Yan looked at her figure lovingly, "You are my dream model!"
"I've been looking for years, and finally I've found someone. I have to sign you."
"Also, constantly changing clothes, makeup, and taking photos will be tiring. To prevent you from quitting halfway, you must sign a contract."
Hua Qi took the contract and glanced through it. When he saw the commission, his eyes lit up, "So much money!"
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