Suddenly, Jiang Rong grabbed her daughter's arm with her right hand. Her gentleness was not as strong as usual, but more resolute. "Mom's illness is not serious. She doesn't have to go out to work. Just stay at home and take good care of herself. The air in Bincheng is good. Don't worry."
Wu Qiao looked at his mother's face and felt the pain in his elbow. Although he didn't understand what his mother was resisting, he knew she was a patient and couldn't force her, so he nodded obediently. "Okay, Mom, I won't waste money. But you, it's already past nine o'clock, you should rest."
After settling my mother down, I called my younger brother to the living room to discuss the issue of his going to school.
The two of them researched all the nearby schools and didn't go to bed until late at night.
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At 7:30 the next morning, Wu Qiao arrived at the photo studio on time.
It was still the same set of washed-out jeans, a white T-shirt, and a light blue backpack.
A neat ponytail and a face without makeup, fresh and beautiful.
She had just stood at the door of the studio when she immediately attracted the astonished gazes of many staff members.
Wu Qiao stretched his head and took a quick look inside the studio. He saw many people working and many objects and cardboard boxes on the floor of the first floor lobby.
We agreed to start work at 8 o'clock yesterday, so some preparations are needed. She is very familiar with these procedures.
So as an amateur, she had to come early. In case there was any good job in the future, it was necessary to leave a good impression.
Here, Manager Wang, who had been directing the staff to work, was surprised but also a little approving when he saw Wu Qiao coming early. He liked girls who were tactful and polite.
"Wu Qiao, you're here so early?"
Walk to the door of the studio and greet the other party gently.
"Yes, Manager Wang, I was thinking if you need my help, you can call me. I'm young and strong and I'm not afraid of getting tired."
Seeing Wu Qiao raise his arm playfully, Wang Jinglin smiled helplessly.
"You're a model, you only need to pose and cooperate with the cameraman. I don't need your help here, so go to the dressing room and wait."
Seeing that no one really needed his help, Wu Qiao went to the dressing room on the second floor.
As I reached the door, I heard voices coming from inside.
"When that bitch comes, you'll paint her ugly and use all that bad makeup on her face. Don't worry, if anything goes wrong, I'll take responsibility for it and I'll make sure you won't be fired."
Wu Qiao was familiar with this voice. It was the woman he had just met yesterday, who was badly beaten up by Chen Jingang.
I didn't expect that he would be able to stand here alive and kicking and frame someone in one night, but he was not dealt with lightly.
After knocking on the door, Wu Qiao walked in with his back straight, glanced at the two women in the dressing room, and sat on the chair pretending to know nothing.
Although the woman resented Wu Qiao, she was also afraid that his boyfriend would come looking for her, so she raised her eyebrows at the makeup artist and limped out without even mentioning the medical expenses.
Looking at the other person's back in the mirror, Wu Qiao's mouth curled up slightly, his expression became more stern, and even the look in his eyes when he looked at the dressing room became a little more sinister.
The makeup artist was not affected at all. She looked at Wu Qiao calmly. Seeing the coldness in his eyes, she nodded and smiled, took her makeup bag from the side, and wisely chose to stand on the model's side.
She was not stupid and knew that the woman just now was not easy to deal with. From what people in the studio were saying, it seemed that she was the boss's mistress. But she loved her job, so she could not lose her professional ethics.
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