Ling Senhao, who was far away in City Y, was going crazy with anxiety at the moment, "Why are you so useless, how do I tell you to look at people—"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Ling, we did follow at first, but then Mr. Mo's things were stolen, we followed him to chase the thief, the alley is crooked, so..."
Ling Senhao's heart tightened: "Thief? There are also thieves. Why didn't you mention it just now! Hurry up and find someone. If you can't find someone, you don't have to come back to see me."
Putting down the phone fiercely, Ling Senhao thought to himself, it seems that some people need to be transferred from the family. Then he called Mo Shaoqing's cell phone again...
Mo Shaoqing walked to the road, the traffic coming and going made him wake up from his memories. Only then did he realize that it was getting dark, and he didn't even know which hotel Ruisha and Xiaowen had gone to.
Mo Shaoqing turned on the phone, only to find that there were already more than a dozen text messages and many missed calls.
Oh my god, nothing will happen, Mo Shaoqing opened it quickly.
Ruisa: Shaoqing, Xiaowen and I are at the Clare Hotel. If you don’t know each other, just call me.
Xiaowen: Brother Mo, where are you? Is it not done yet
Ruisha: Shaoqing, where have you been? I don’t answer the phone calls, please contact me quickly, Mr. Ling is very anxious.
Mr. Ling: Shaoqing, are you lost? I'll send someone to pick you up, you should contact me first.
Mr. Ling: Shaoqing, is something wrong? Where are you? Can you please contact me
...
Only then did Mo Shaoqing realize how many people were worried about his willfulness. He immediately called Mr. Ling.
When Ling Senhao heard the phone ring, he knew it was Mo Shaoqing who called him. Not many people knew this private number, so he quickly picked it up.
"Shaoqing, where are you, are you feeling unwell, or something happened?"
Mo Shaoqing was moved and guilty: "Mr. Ling, I'm Mo Shaoqing, I'm sorry, I..."
"Okay, don't talk about it, as long as you are fine, I have arranged an apartment for you and asked Reisa to take you to see it, and you can live there in the future."
Mo Shaoqing came to Clare Hotel to meet Rui Sha Xiaowen, and the two took him to a two-bedroom apartment arranged by Ling Senhao. It was located within the third ring road and the transportation was very convenient.
Reisa introduced: "Although this community is small, there are only a few buildings, in fact, the concealment and privacy here are very good, and many artists live here."
Mo Shaoqing asked the two of them: "So this is the artist's dormitory?"
"Of course..." Impossible, this is clearly arranged by the boss alone for you, a newly debuted artist, living in a one-person apartment of 100 square meters, within the third ring road, hehehe!
"It should be!" Xiaowen replied innocently, and then said enviously: "Our company's treatment is really good!"
Risa thought to herself: Come on, there is no need to explain now. "Okay, you go in, we are back to the hotel, you have a good rest."
Mo Shaoqing took the elevator directly to the 22nd floor. The apartment is not big and the layout is very simple.
Adjust the heating, as well as floor heating, very suitable for yourself. Mo Shaoqing was very satisfied with Mr. Ling's thoughtful arrangement.
Unsurprisingly, this will be the place where I rest after working in the imperial capital, and Mo Shaoqing thinks it is necessary to rearrange it.
So, he went to the home improvement store and bought some decorative plant pots, hanging pictures, some kitchen utensils and so on.
After the whole house was rearranged, Mo Shaoqing lay tired on the bed, drowsy in the cold air of the air conditioner.
He rolled his eyes inadvertently, but saw the heater in the corner, which suddenly awakened the memories of the rental house in his previous life. Of course, this place is much better than the rental house.
Mo Shaoqing is actually a person who is very afraid of the cold. When he was reborn in Y City in the south, he couldn't accept the wet and cold climate there. In a strange city and a strange language, he insisted on showing a calm look. The family's greetings made him enjoy and feel guilty, and he was afraid that one day he would return to that lonely previous life.
ok, i'm back...
It may be a familiar city. Mo Shaoqing slept very soundly that night. Although Zhang Yi's matter did make him very depressed, this is an unchangeable fact. The most important thing is work.
Two days later, Mo Shaoqing followed Reisa to the headquarters of the "ELL" Group in the city center. Raisa took him through the crowds coming and going with ease.
On the fifteenth floor, through a glass walkway, open the door, and there are various photography facilities and rows of clothes racks inside.
"Hello, Director Matthews!" Risa hurried forward to say hello.
Mo Shaoqing followed suit and shouted, "Hi Director Matthews!"
"The newcomer from Xingyang?" The director named Matthews has a mustache and braids, and his smile is a bit evil, but he is not girly.
He rested his chin on his finger, stared at Mo Shaoqing with sharp eyes for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion: "Very well, I'll help you pick out the clothes."
While walking, he said: "You know what you want to shoot, the rule here is that it doesn't matter who you are, if you don't take good pictures... just get out of here."
Matthews matched a few sets from a pile of new clothes, handed them to Mo Shaoqing, and said with a nuzzle: "That's the fitting room, Alan is going to help the new couple make up."
A male voice in the crowd said: "OK!"
Matthews then went to see other models shooting, so he didn't care about Mo Shaoqing anymore.
"Matthews is like this. He is very busy and only communicates with people he likes. You are very lucky, Shaoqing, and he even picks out clothes for you." Risa was afraid that he would feel sad, and immediately comforted him.
Mo Shaoqing smiled wryly, is he such a person who can't stand being treated coldly? When I was just looking for a job in my previous life, I saw a lot of rolling eyes, and Matthews' attitude was definitely not the worst.
"I'm fine, Sister Risa. I'll work harder, but I haven't been trained, and I don't know what style to use for a while..."
"Don't worry about this. The photographer is very famous in the industry. Even if you have a 365-degree dead angle, he can find a suitable angle, and there will be retouching in the later stage. Go ahead."
Mo Shaoqing first came to the dressing room to put on makeup, which was obviously a public dressing room, the cosmetics were placed on the table in a mess, and several makeup artists were busy putting on makeup. Mo Shaoqing could only wait on the empty chair next to him.
Finally, it was Mo Shaoqing's turn, but the one named Ai Lun didn't come either. Instead, a young girl put on makeup for him. Mo Shaoqing knew that all of this came from being a celebrity in the circle, and that he was not important enough, so there would be a professional makeup artist who volunteered to help him with makeup!
Fortunately, Mo Shaoqing's facial features and skin are very good, and there are no dark circles under the eyes. No major changes are required.
"Your skin is so good, I'll help you draw eyebrows and nose shadow!"
"You can also add an eyeliner!"
"Okay, it looks good to you." Mo Shaoqing smiled slightly, but he didn't know that the girl with makeup on the opposite side was heartbroken.
"Okay, let's take a look." The little girl finished the painting in two or three strokes, then moved her body and gave Mo Shaoqing the mirror.
The boy in the mirror has black natural broken hair, deep and three-dimensional facial features, and his aloof eyes are like the ice peaks of snow-capped mountains, but once he smiles, his eyes are like clear springs, pure and charming.
There was no time to wait, so Mo Shaoqing immediately changed into the first set of clothes.
His first outfit was a yellow hoodie with the Dunn.Brown logo printed on it. Such a bright yellow color is actually very attractive, but luckily Mo Shaoqing is white enough. The lower body is a pair of ordinary Dunn.Brown black loose jeans.
Seeing Mo Shaoqing's makeup, Matthews frowned first, then: "Why are you so slow, and your hair... Forget it, I'll wait for you, go up."
Only then did Mo Shaoqing carefully see that many props had been placed under the white background wall behind. The photographer and the lighting engineer are ready, just waiting for him alone.
Mo Shaoqing didn't have any experience, so it would be a lie to say that he wasn't nervous, but at this moment he had no choice but to calm down. This is the resource that Mr. Ling won for him...
Mo Shaoqing randomly found a place to sit down, put his hands behind his back, and made a pose. The sound of flashing lights was heard.
After staying for a few seconds, he stood up, leaned against the background wall behind him, raised his head slightly, and looked at the camera through his hair.
It might be that the light was too bright, and he couldn't find Matthews and Raisa at once, so he couldn't see the expressions on their faces.
Mo Shaoqing silently told herself not to be distracted anymore.
Afterwards, he changed several actions one after another, but he still could only hear the photographer's soft reminder. The whole studio seemed to be lost in space, very quiet.
Then Mo Shaoqing went to change into a white sweater. Before going on stage, he took a pair of black silk-rimmed glasses from the dressing table, thought for a while, and took out a bunch of baby's breath from the space. Then go up.
This time his condition was much better, he deliberately slowed down and put the baby's breath into the vase, he heard the slight sound of shooting.
There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, very good, this is what he wanted.
Then Mo Shaoqing started to pose some simple movements in front of the stars, such as sucking his fingertips, thinking, and covering his face with a sweater.
There was still no comment from Matthews. Mo Shaoqing didn't know if he had the patience to continue reading, but he decided to give it a go.
He put his hands on the lower part of the sweater and opened it up.
There was a gasp at the scene. Of course, Mo Shaoqing didn't want to show his flesh, and he slightly covered his face in his clothes, leaning forward to cover his stomach.
He heard the sound of shooting intensify—
Very well, he was right.