Winning the Male Lead

Ming Lian's green tea career has to be traced back to him.

Ming Lian's father is the Duke of a small country. According to the truth, he should surnamed Mund, why, because his mother is the second wife of the Duche, he has a big one-year-old brother is a family. The heir, he was forced to have a mother, who made his brother's death was a nobleman, and the momentum is still not small.

Although Mingle Tian was forced to give up the surname of Edmund, he didn't mean that his father didn't love him. Mingle is like a small angel in the oil painting. Is his father not hurting him? This caused the dissatisfaction between Mingle Tian.

Ming Tianshi, his Giramedri did not smash him, in fact Andrew is to bullivate the musician, but Mingle Tian is too cute, Andrew is also falling, and there is nothing to hold Mingle Life's face. It is saliva.

The young Mingle day is secretly recorded in his heart. When he was six years old, he went to see his father. He cried and said that his brother had always sneaked him. Ate.

Since then, Mingle Tian has embarked on the non-return of green tea hanging, and after fifteen years, I did not taste the failure.

Lucky's smile is a moment, put away the action station, the small voice: "Sorry, I am a little nervous."

In a word, the studio made a mother in love, many male staff glowed to be a mother's powder, and I really want to comfort the comfort of your hand.

Yan Weixun took a look at the camera, "You imagine the camera as your favorite person, come again."

Lotte: ... Sorry, no love.

The lip angle is perfect, but the eyes do not have the content of the smile, once again appeared in the lens of Yan Weidun, he screwed his eyebrows. Seeing such an expression is a major damage to his eyes. Camera, directly: "Then don't laugh, put out your most natural look."

Lotte: Don't engage in me, the most natural look, you just saw it.

Yan Weixun saw him in half a day, directly: "Are you dancing here, can you dance?"

Lotte slowly, there is a little tear in his eyes.

The big girl in the studio immediately woven the eyes of Wei Weido, and the clouds were in the heartless, holding the camera to capture the movements of Mingtian, and waved the hand on Mingli Tian after three minutes, wrinkled in the camera Photo.

Ming La Tian's movement is very beautiful, the body is also very beautiful, and Yan Weixun dares to say that he has taken one of the best things in the line in recent years. Unfortunately, as long as it is a face, Yan Wendong immediately wears a mask on Mingle. The same expression feels discomfort.

The finger is irritatedly pressed the page button on the camera, and finally, Yan Weixun gave up, lifted the head of Mingle Tiandao, who was standing in the same place: "Is this shooting not to face?"

Lotte lips are surprised to slightly, "I, I don't know if I can't." Nustent, of course, it is not possible, Mingle Tian Feichang is striving for this male protagonist to go out, tell him The face, it is more uncomfortable than if he wants him.

Yan Weidun also encountered this situation once, raised his hand to let everyone rest, strived to Mingle, "to my office."

In the end of this layer, the office of this layer, the sand is filled with potted plants, a huge flying bird photo on the wall, and the music looks at it, and the birds on the photo are simply flying out. The margin is very linked to people.

There are two small futons in the middle of the office in the office, and Yan Weidi is sitting in one of the futons, and the Mingle Tiandao, who is still worth it: "Come over."

Lotte is like a dream to wake up to the plums opposite Yan Wendun, and he is a very standard 'less men' squeezing. The two legs are swaying under the boiling window, and the palm is standing on both sides. A low head, I didn't dare to talk, "Mr. Yan was so good."

Yan Weidi is in front of the tea, glanced at the photos on the wall, and the way: "That is the decoration company printed, not me shoot."

Lotte: ... You don't say it early? !

Lotte Red Face: "Sorry, I thought it was a shot, but I think Mr. Yao should be a very powerful photographer."

Yan Weixun smiled from the nose, it seems that Mingle Tian said very funny, and shakes his head, "Drinking tea?"

Lotte turned his face, carefully held the tea cup, and smashed a little, "good fragrant tea."

Yan Weida Yun quickly speechless, he mixed this circle for so long, the star is his number of people, there are many stars very hypocritical, but they have never seen the teenagers like the young people. There is no truth.

: "Do you like?"

The music is nodded, "I have never dranked such a beautiful tea."

: "The first floor supermarket is selling, you like, remember to buy a pack before you go, just fifteen."

Lotte: ...... Dry, fifteen packs of tea, you also booked so like something, there is a very famous tea bowl, etc. Is it?

Lucky laughed and smiled, I bought it: "I didn't drink Chinese tea, I don't quite appreciation."

Hey, Laozi is foreigner.

Yan Weixun felt a bit of interest, and it was very prosperous: "I listened to this year's year dance?"

Le Tiak makes the pride of the pride, nor to nod.

: "Why isn't Qi Xiao?"

Lotte is a bit surprised, "Mr. Yan knows Qi Brother?"

"Qi brother ..." tastes, "Qi Xiao is your brother?"

Lotte: "No, Ji Ge is two years old."

Qi Weida Yun nodded and understood that the tea cup was drunk, "the big is called."

Lotte: He did he heard the taste of the yin and yang strange?

Yan Weidun put down the tea cup and patted his hand: "Okay, the idle chat is over, Ming Mr., this shot, the task of your dance group gave me is the most authentic beauty of the dancer, but I just didn't in the camera. I saw a little true from you. "

Lotte is getting lower and lower in his words. It has always been to the chest, his small voice: "I don't understand."

"Do you like dancing?" Weidaido.

Lotten, soft blond hair flutters, soft soft: "Like."

: "Why do you like?"

Lotte: Because he has talent, and enjoy the prairies of others and the genius of the head.

Lotte Small Sound: "Dance has always been my dream."

"There is no dream in your eyes." directly.

Lotte: You have no dreams.

Yan Weidun looked at the blonde teenager who has been low, hands with hands, sincerely: "This way, I will return the money to your dance group, you find another photography studio, how?"

Lively shoulder shake, lift his face, brow, brown, tears, "Mr. Yan, you will give me a chance."

Others see this look of Mingle Tian, ​​such as Qi Xiao, must have surrendered, but Wei Weidun is not moving, "This is good for us, otherwise it will not take a photo of each other. "

Lotte increases tears, tears are already on the side of the eyelids, "I really don't want to mess with this shoot, Mr. Yao give me some time, ok?"

Although Yan Weixun knows that Mingle day is installed, it can't be crying to him, or a man, it is said that men have tears, this Mingle is fell, entered his studio, there is no tears in his eyes. Stop, Yan Weidou hurt: "Don't take it today, you go back and think about what is true, you think, I can add a class for you, OK?"

Lotte little old.

Lotte came out of the Yunwa Yun, a pear flower with rain, and Yan Weixun immediately committed anger. After Lotte, he was strongly condemned by a public, "" Yao Da, what did you say, put Xiao Ming I'm saying crying. "

Yan Weidun hits the camera. "What did I say? Normal communication work."

Everyone is to have a rigorous attitude towards work, and there is a well-known big star to shoot, but also to be sent to the sky.

The girl who received Mingle Tian said: "Xiaoming is different, he is still a child."

Yun Weida Yunxing is not, please ask for a female employee to the studio, and wear something to wear from the female fans of the group. People just arrived downstairs, pick up, smart, just Qi Xiao .

"Hey," Yan Weixun is crying, "Qi Xiao, I told you ..." His words have not been Zhangkou, first by Qi Xiaoyu, said a meal, saying that I just called him, I have called him. There is a crying, asking him that he doesn't know the cloud, can help explain it.

Qi Xiao Ji angry: "The music is very small, are you fierce?"

Yan Weidun aimed at the watch time on his wrist, and shook his head to the garage, "he gave you something to the soul soup."

Qi Xiao and Yan Weidian were small. When I was a child, I was a little too much, I realized that my tone is a bit too much, it may be too angry with Mingli Tian, ​​Qi Xiao tried to be calm and said: "You go home. One, I talk to you. "

: "Today, I still have something, I have something to talk about, don't tell me, I am really difficult."

Qi Xiao is not believed, emphasizing: "Today, it will be tomorrow."

is helpless: "Yes, tomorrow night I have to have dinner."

Qi Xiao said: "Okay, I am waiting for you."

Yan Weixun hangs, once again shook his head, my heart sigh: , sigh, my eyes are refreshed.

Yan Weida Yunyan talks about cooperation, two people meet a bar in the city center, the bar is very noisy, the is very hard, but the other party is not coming here, he has no way, shake the wine glass In the card holder, the heart is really sinful, but who makes him see the talents of people, and truly recruit.

The independent photographer is very embarrassed, and others are very casual, shaved a bald head, and it is not very cold for the industry of Wei Weidi Yun, so it is intentionally perfunctory to Wendou Yun. It is difficult to retreat.

Yan Weixun also saw that the attitude is more sincere, and the independent photographer didn't expect that a big one of the names of the name of the cloud. It was also very surprised by the heart, and the heart was talking about it. Move, take the initiative: "It is inconvenient here. I have time to come to your studio and talk about it."

Yan Weidun nodded, and the wine glamor was in the same way and the other party. He was not honest, and he was a bit embarrassed. He looked up: "Wow, you see, there is a man in the jump and steel tube dance, really brought hard."

Yan Weidun looked at his line of sight, in the dance floor of the card, there is a thin body, the body is back, and the flexible waist is bent out of an amazing radians. With a black butterfly mask, expose a beautiful red lip, a golden short hair is more powerful under the light, and people around are playing rhythm.

The hand of the wine glasses is toned, and the eyes are not looked at the people on the steel pipe.

Lotte: Cockout! I am the most old white swan!

System: "..." I have never seen a white swan of the hopper dance.

When I cried, I was crying. After the black shape, I just ran it. I like to come. I like to come.

Liang Liang looked at the blonde to gently jumping down, and stunned: "If you can take a group of forms, it is beautiful!"

The hand of Yan Wendon lived, and lifted the wine glasses, slowly said: "It should be." So he said, don't shoot face.