CHAPTER 661: CHAPTER 560: FOCUS ATTENTION

The photographer for the cover shoot was named Zhang Qing, a woman who appeared very decisive and probably in her thirties, with not a trace of a smile on her face. When Wen Qiao greeted her, she just barely nodded her head, seeming somewhat indifferent.

Wen Qiao liked her the moment she saw her. Who wouldn’t love a sister who was both cool and aloof?

Jiang Yao glanced at Meng Meng, who was hovering around Zhang Qing not far away, raised her eyebrows, and whispered to Wen Qiao, "She’s not trying to steal the photographer from you, is she?"

Wen Qiao put her index finger to her lips, gave a small shush, and whispered back, "Even if she tried, she couldn’t."

Wen Qiao went over to greet the photographer and the staff first. When Zhang Qing saw her coming, she spoke in a cool tone to Meng Meng, "Miss Meng, we’re about to start working. Please go back to your photography studio."

Meng Meng’s expression fell, and she pouted as if wronged.

But Zhang Qing didn’t even glance at her.

Meng Meng turned and left, but when she saw Wen Qiao, she put the smile back on, "Sister Wen Qiao, you’re so lucky to have Teacher Zhang Qing personally shoot for you. You must seize this opportunity and not disappoint Teacher Zhang."

"..."

Why did it smell like a pot of tea?

Wen Qiao nodded nonchalantly, "The photographer shooting for you is also great, tall and handsome. You’re fortunate too."

Pretending to be naïve, who couldn’t do that?

That was her specialty.

"That’s true," Meng Meng pointed outside, "I’ll head over first, then."

"Goodbye."

After the person left, Wen Qiao realized something was slightly off, blinked, and said, "Wait, isn’t she a year older than me? Why is she calling me ’sister’?"

"How do you know?" asked Jiang Yao.

"You told me some gossip, and I looked up her information on Baidu," Wen Qiao waved her hand dismissively, "Forget it, the green tea girls love calling people ’brother’ and ’sister.’ Let’s not fuss over it."

No sooner had she spoken than she saw Zhang Qing gesture to her.

Wen Qiao immediately picked up her skirt and approached.

"Sit in that chair."

Wen Qiao did as she was told and sat down.

"Lift your dress, up to the top of your thighs."

Without hesitation, Wen Qiao lifted her dress crisply and efficiently to the height Zhang Qing required. One hand propped her chin, elbow resting on the chair’s back, one leg on the chair’s crossbar, and the other foot idly standing on the ground.

"Good, keep that pose and don’t move," Zhang Qing’s face hidden behind the camera, "Look at the lens, raise your chin slightly."

Wen Qiao’s chin lifted slightly, her eyes were half-closed, and her curvy and thick lashes cast a shadow under her eyes. Her rich red lips parted slightly, a strand of hair caught in her mouth corner. The charm in her eyes and brows was soul-stirring, at a glance, exuding an allure and inherent sensuality that even women would find their hearts racing for.

Jiang Yao instinctively wanted to take a video and send it to Feng Li to show Fu Jinghen, but the moment she touched her phone, she gave up.

Better not let Fu Jinghen find out too soon.

If Fu Jinghen saw the video and couldn’t stay put, coming straight over to catch the person, then it would be over.

After shooting two sets of photos, Zhang Qing looked at the results and nodded her head in satisfaction, "Not bad."

She had worked with plenty of female stars, but Wen Qiao was one of the few she had seen with such excellent camera presence and emotional control. Some movements she only had to mention briefly and Wen Qiao would understand, striking the poses she wanted.