Chapter 61
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There are many brands and styles of Bluetooth earphones. People like Lu Zhiqiao who only listen to music can't understand their inner workings, let alone how to choose.
She searched for a few introductory posts on headphone brands, and clicked in with the intention of understanding, reading from beginning to end. With a rough idea in mind, she wrote down the headphone brands, searched one by one, understood their style, features and functions, and then did a detailed comparison.
Before she knew it, an hour passed.
Qi Yan got up from the chest press, took a sports towel and wiped her sweat, looked up and saw Lu Zhiqiao staring at the phone with her head down, curiously leaning over, "What are you looking at?"
"... nothing" Lu Zhiqiao hurriedly locked the screen and hid the phone to her side.
Seeing her dodging eyes, Qi Yan's smile froze on her face, feeling uneasy in her heart, so she twitched the corners of her mouth in embarrassment, and changed the subject: "Let's go buy potted plants now."
"Are you finished?"
"Mm."
Qi Yan was covered in sweat, her fair skin was slightly red, and there were fine beads of sweat on her neck, and her two straight collar bones were glistening with sweat, like a drunken beauty who just got out of the bath, but also had a soft strength, and a fatal attractiveness.
Lu Zhiqiao stared at her, with her heart pounding up to her throat, and a sense of impatience crawled up her ears, painting her face red.
Nice body.
Very tempting.
"I'll change clothes." Qi Yan didn't look at her, got up and walked to the back room.
Lu Zhiqiao hurriedly looked away, hummed, and raised her hand to touch her hot face, with shame welling up in her eyes.
How could she...
…have that kind of thought about Qi Yan?
The scene of the night when they first met flashed through her mind, frame by frame like a movie, it is still very clear, her heart gradually felt warm, her throat became a little dry. She looked around, she saw a bottle on the ground that was one-third full, and she looked into it, "Qi Yan..."
"Um?"
"I'm a little thirsty, can I drink your water?"
"Sure." A faint voice came from inside.
Lu Zhiqiao leaned over to pick up the water, unscrewed the lid, and took a long gulp. She put the mouth of the bottle under her nose and smelled it, but there was no smell, she closed the mouth of the bottle like a ghost, took another sip, and then let go after a while.
Her heart beats faster and faster.
She feels like a pervert.
"Let's go."
The curtain was pulled open with a snap, and Qi Yan came out, having already changed into the clothes she had when she came.
Lu Zhiqiao screwed the bottle cap as if nothing had happened, got up with her bag in her hand, and turned her head to smile at her.
….
There were not many people in the flower market, and all kinds of flowers and green plants and bonsai were neatly arranged. Lu Zhiqiao didn't know how to choose bonsai, so she bought whatever she saw. How long it will last depends on luck. The longest lived for half a year, and the shortest lived for less than a week.
She used the potted plants as decorations, and didn't study the ways of cultivating them. Firstly, she didn't have the heart for it, and secondly, she didn't have time. She bought new ones if the pots break, she didn't know how many potted plants on the balcony at home have been replaced.
Looking at it like a horse watching a flower, she fell in love with a pot of "white butterfly".
The leaves are like butterfly wings, and the tip of the leaf is sword-shaped, green on the outside and white on the inside, which is pleasing to the eye.
The boss is a middle-aged fat man, very enthusiastic, from rhizome soil to daily maintenance, Lu Zhiqiao thought it was good, and was about to buy it, when Qi Yan suddenly pulled her.
Qi Yan pulled her arm, took a step forward, picked up the flower pot and shook it gently twice.
The plants in the pot were also slightly shaken.
She frowned, put down the flower pot, took out a paper towel and wiped her hands, and said slowly, "Boss, your flower...isn't this just newly potted?"
Her voice was low and cold, and her face expressionless.
"How could it be? You see, it's growing so well, and the leaves are shiny... eh..."
Before the boss could finish speaking, Qi Yan took Lu Zhiqiao's hand and turned to leave. After walking a certain distance, Lu Zhiqiao glanced at her sideways, and couldn't help but ask, "Is there something wrong with that potted flower?"
"Whether the flower grows well or not has a lot to do with the soil. The soil of that potted flower is new, and it can still be moved after shaking, which means that it is easy to damage the roots not long after it is potted, and it will die if it is not carefully cultivated. In picking potted plants, it's better to pick the old ones.”
"But I think it looks fine."
"Because of the brightener sprayed on it." Qi Yan explained calmly, looking around for a while.
Lu Zhiqiao pursed her lips, staring at her side profile silently, as if talking to herself: "You also know how to grow flowers."
"My mother likes it, I just happened to learn from watching." Qi Yan said casually, raised her finger and pointed to the corner in front, "Go over there and have a look."
"Okay."
After finding a stall with a relatively large number of old potted plants, Qi Yan took a general look at the conditions of the stems, leaves and soil, and asked Lu Zhiqiao to choose by herself. Lu Zhiqiao was dazzled by picking and choosing, and couldn't make up her mind for a while.
"Which pot looks better?" She pointed to two small potted plants and asked.
One pot is fairy cave monstera, and the other pot is ball orchid.
Qi Yan was thinking about her dodging eyes, and was restless all the time. Only now did she come back to her senses, stared at the two pots of green plants in thought for a moment, and said, "Ball orchids."
"Okay, let's buy this."
"Don't you even consider your own opinion?"
Lu Zhiqiao looked at her sideways and shallowly curled the corners of her mouth: "As long as you like it."
Qi Yan choked.
In terms of beauty, the monstera is better, but she considers that Lu Zhiqiao is busy with work and has no time to take care of it, while ball orchids are easy to grow and do not require much water and light, so they are easy to maintain and are suitable for Lu Zhiqiao.
Words came to Qi Yan's lips, but she didn't say it.
Lu Zhiqiao's dodging eyes flashed in her mind again, and she suddenly felt that maybe she was thinking too much...
The two returned home with the potted plants, and Qi Yan helped move them to the balcony and arrange, water them, and briefly explained how to maintain them. Lu Zhiqiao listened, opening the memo on her phone, and carefully wrote down one by one.
Unknowingly getting very close, Lu Zhiqiao leaned against Qi Yan with half of her body, her head was slightly tilted, and their faces were almost pressed together.
"I'm going back to take a shower. Come to my place with Niu Niu for dinner later tonight."
"Okay."
As soon as Qi Yan turned around, she saw Niu Niu standing in the living room staring at them with a strange expression. She froze for a moment, a subtle feeling surged in her heart, she couldn't tell what was wrong.
Before she could react, the little girl quickly hid the snacks in her hand and slipped back into the room.
"..."
After returning home and taking a bath, Qi Yan suddenly felt refreshed. After applying a mask for a while, she sat on the sofa with her camera and computer in her arms, preparing to do some edits.
It had been raining a while ago, and there were wet and potholes everywhere, and there were no suitable locations to shoot, so she had no choice but to take pictures of small pieces of art. If the mind is clever enough, a teacup or a bowl can be shot into a different kind of scenery.
Qi Yan imported the photos from the camera to the computer, saved them in a newly created folder, and opened her special mailbox for filming appointments as usual to have a look. Guessing that she must have received a lot of spam, or a lot of collaboration invitations that she didn't like, she looked for the delete button as soon as she entered.
Delete a lot of spam, leave invitations, large and small, and browse them one by one.
Little Broken Place Photography Exhibition? Not going.
Want to buy her award-winning work? No way.
Eighteenth-tier artist* doing a photoshoot? Fuck off.
*unpopular
On the other hand, a studio of a popular actress sent an invitation to cooperate, and Qi Yan seriously considered it, and from the perspective of a commercial appointment, all conditions are suitable, but -
This little actress's face is not her style.
Not half as pretty as Qiao Qiao.
Reject offer.
Qi Yan deleted the email expressionlessly, and continued to scroll down until her hands were sore, a little impatient. Then the last email was left, she stopped and clicked in.
siena model.
Mm?
This is a modeling agency headquartered in Paris, France, with branches in major cities around the world. It mainly provides models for various fashion magazines. It is developing rapidly and began to explore the Chinese market this year and is now looking for long-term cooperation with a photographer.
Hoping she considers it.
Then she'll have to go to an interview.
It was sent a week ago.
Qi Yan only thought it was a leather bag pheasant company, registered a name in a foreign country, and ran back to China to deceive ignorant boys and girls. She sneered, and was about to delete, when she slid her hand holding the scroll bar, she inadvertently saw the photo at the bottom.
The interior of the Jiangcheng branch, as well as photos of the Chinese models signed under it.
The decoration design and the appearance of the model are all based on her aesthetic style.
Qi Yan hesitated.
Although she regards photography as her hobby, she took it seriously in school. She started playing with the camera in her teens and became well-known in her early twenties. It seems that she has been playing on and off for so many years, and never thought of making a career out of it, but now, she had a vague idea in her heart.
She lost her enthusiasm for education, lost her original intention, and also doesn't want to go back to manage the family business. There is always something else to do.
Besides, models, fashion...
In recent years, she rarely came into contact with this circle, but she used to be very familiar with it. Suddenly, that face flashed in her mind, and then many past events flooded up.
Qi Yan brushed her hair, opened the coffee table drawer and took out the cigarette and lighter, lit it, and frowned.
Smoky rose scent.
Her foggy eyes flashed with dark and unclear emotions.
After smoking, Qi Yan replied to siena model's email with two simple words: What time?? with an additional question mark.
The next morning, Qi Yan received a reply.
The other party has plenty of time and seemed to be in a hurry, so they agreed to meet this afternoon. On the Sunday before the holiday, Qi Yan still rested without making up lessons for the first and second class but Lu Zhiqiao had to go to work. By noon, she made a meal to accompany Niu Niu, took a nap, and drove to siena model.
The company is in the urban area, not far from the commercial street, which is very large, no different from the picture. The lobby on the first floor is covered with pictures of models, which are full but not crowded, and the space layout is very detailed.
Qi Yan wore a short yellow and black plaid thin jacket, a casual pair of light-colored jeans, a pair of ordinary flat shoes, carrying a laptop bag, and strode into the front hall as if on vacation.
"Hello, do you have an appointment?" The girl at the front desk smiled kindly.
Qi Yan's expression was indifferent and didn't speak. She lowered her head and tapped the phone screen a few times before showing it up for the receptionist to see.
"Okay, just a second."
The young woman made a phone call and called "Assistant Feng". Not long after, a young woman in a short skirt walked over from the side elevator passage and smiled at Qi Yan.
"Are you Miss Yinhe*?"
*Galaxy
Qi Yan hummed lightly and smiled lightly.
Yinhe is the pseudonym she used for filming, which originated from a long-exposure of filming shooting stars. No one knows her real name yet.
"I'm the boss's assistant. My surname is Feng. The boss has been waiting for you for a long time, please follow me." The woman smiled professionally, and she turned around to lead the way.
The two took the elevator together and went up to the twelfth floor.
There is only one office on the whole floor without a nameplate on the porcelain white wall, only a symbol that looks like a snake. Qi Yan was stunned when she saw the symbol, feeling a little familiarity. Before she could think about it carefully, Assistant Feng had already informed her presence and invited her in.
Qi Yan smiled politely, held the handle and gently pushed the door open...
What caught her eye was the huge floor-to-ceiling windows that occupied the entire wall, the golden sunlight shining straight in, dazzling and bright, and the apricot-colored curtains fluttered with the wind. An overly tall figure stood in front of the window, tall and straight, with slightly curly shoulder-length black hair rippling slightly in the wind.
Seven centimeter high heels.
At least 1.8 meters.
At that moment, a sense of recognition came over her face, with a cold and intimidating pressure.
Qi Yan thought that she had long forgotten the appearance of this person, but she still recognized her the moment she saw her. Just like that day in front of the TV, the camera just shifted in a flash, but it commanded her attention.
Is it her?
Qi Yan clenched her fingers and held her breath.
The woman tilted her head sideways, and then slowly turned around.
Author's Note:
Mama Lu: My wife’s water is really delicious.jpg
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There are many brands and styles of Bluetooth earphones. People like Lu Zhiqiao who only listen to music can't understand their inner workings, let alone how to choose.
She searched for a few introductory posts on headphone brands, and clicked in with the intention of understanding, reading from beginning to end. With a rough idea in mind, she wrote down the headphone brands, searched one by one, understood their style, features and functions, and then did a detailed comparison.
Before she knew it, an hour passed.
Qi Yan got up from the chest press, took a sports towel and wiped her sweat, looked up and saw Lu Zhiqiao staring at the phone with her head down, curiously leaning over, "What are you looking at?"
"... nothing" Lu Zhiqiao hurriedly locked the screen and hid the phone to her side.
Seeing her dodging eyes, Qi Yan's smile froze on her face, feeling uneasy in her heart, so she twitched the corners of her mouth in embarrassment, and changed the subject: "Let's go buy potted plants now."
"Are you finished?"
"Mm."
Qi Yan was covered in sweat, her fair skin was slightly red, and there were fine beads of sweat on her neck, and her two straight collar bones were glistening with sweat, like a drunken beauty who just got out of the bath, but also had a soft strength, and a fatal attractiveness.
Lu Zhiqiao stared at her, with her heart pounding up to her throat, and a sense of impatience crawled up her ears, painting her face red.
Nice body.
Very tempting.
"I'll change clothes." Qi Yan didn't look at her, got up and walked to the back room.
Lu Zhiqiao hurriedly looked away, hummed, and raised her hand to touch her hot face, with shame welling up in her eyes.
How could she...
…have that kind of thought about Qi Yan?
The scene of the night when they first met flashed through her mind, frame by frame like a movie, it is still very clear, her heart gradually felt warm, her throat became a little dry. She looked around, she saw a bottle on the ground that was one-third full, and she looked into it, "Qi Yan..."
"Um?"
"I'm a little thirsty, can I drink your water?"
"Sure." A faint voice came from inside.
Lu Zhiqiao leaned over to pick up the water, unscrewed the lid, and took a long gulp. She put the mouth of the bottle under her nose and smelled it, but there was no smell, she closed the mouth of the bottle like a ghost, took another sip, and then let go after a while.
Her heart beats faster and faster.
She feels like a pervert.
"Let's go."
The curtain was pulled open with a snap, and Qi Yan came out, having already changed into the clothes she had when she came.
Lu Zhiqiao screwed the bottle cap as if nothing had happened, got up with her bag in her hand, and turned her head to smile at her.
….
There were not many people in the flower market, and all kinds of flowers and green plants and bonsai were neatly arranged. Lu Zhiqiao didn't know how to choose bonsai, so she bought whatever she saw. How long it will last depends on luck. The longest lived for half a year, and the shortest lived for less than a week.
She used the potted plants as decorations, and didn't study the ways of cultivating them. Firstly, she didn't have the heart for it, and secondly, she didn't have time. She bought new ones if the pots break, she didn't know how many potted plants on the balcony at home have been replaced.
Looking at it like a horse watching a flower, she fell in love with a pot of "white butterfly".
The leaves are like butterfly wings, and the tip of the leaf is sword-shaped, green on the outside and white on the inside, which is pleasing to the eye.
The boss is a middle-aged fat man, very enthusiastic, from rhizome soil to daily maintenance, Lu Zhiqiao thought it was good, and was about to buy it, when Qi Yan suddenly pulled her.
Qi Yan pulled her arm, took a step forward, picked up the flower pot and shook it gently twice.
The plants in the pot were also slightly shaken.
She frowned, put down the flower pot, took out a paper towel and wiped her hands, and said slowly, "Boss, your flower...isn't this just newly potted?"
Her voice was low and cold, and her face expressionless.
"How could it be? You see, it's growing so well, and the leaves are shiny... eh..."
Before the boss could finish speaking, Qi Yan took Lu Zhiqiao's hand and turned to leave. After walking a certain distance, Lu Zhiqiao glanced at her sideways, and couldn't help but ask, "Is there something wrong with that potted flower?"
"Whether the flower grows well or not has a lot to do with the soil. The soil of that potted flower is new, and it can still be moved after shaking, which means that it is easy to damage the roots not long after it is potted, and it will die if it is not carefully cultivated. In picking potted plants, it's better to pick the old ones.”
"But I think it looks fine."
"Because of the brightener sprayed on it." Qi Yan explained calmly, looking around for a while.
Lu Zhiqiao pursed her lips, staring at her side profile silently, as if talking to herself: "You also know how to grow flowers."
"My mother likes it, I just happened to learn from watching." Qi Yan said casually, raised her finger and pointed to the corner in front, "Go over there and have a look."
"Okay."
After finding a stall with a relatively large number of old potted plants, Qi Yan took a general look at the conditions of the stems, leaves and soil, and asked Lu Zhiqiao to choose by herself. Lu Zhiqiao was dazzled by picking and choosing, and couldn't make up her mind for a while.
"Which pot looks better?" She pointed to two small potted plants and asked.
One pot is fairy cave monstera, and the other pot is ball orchid.
Qi Yan was thinking about her dodging eyes, and was restless all the time. Only now did she come back to her senses, stared at the two pots of green plants in thought for a moment, and said, "Ball orchids."
"Okay, let's buy this."
"Don't you even consider your own opinion?"
Lu Zhiqiao looked at her sideways and shallowly curled the corners of her mouth: "As long as you like it."
Qi Yan choked.
In terms of beauty, the monstera is better, but she considers that Lu Zhiqiao is busy with work and has no time to take care of it, while ball orchids are easy to grow and do not require much water and light, so they are easy to maintain and are suitable for Lu Zhiqiao.
Words came to Qi Yan's lips, but she didn't say it.
Lu Zhiqiao's dodging eyes flashed in her mind again, and she suddenly felt that maybe she was thinking too much...
The two returned home with the potted plants, and Qi Yan helped move them to the balcony and arrange, water them, and briefly explained how to maintain them. Lu Zhiqiao listened, opening the memo on her phone, and carefully wrote down one by one.
Unknowingly getting very close, Lu Zhiqiao leaned against Qi Yan with half of her body, her head was slightly tilted, and their faces were almost pressed together.
"I'm going back to take a shower. Come to my place with Niu Niu for dinner later tonight."
"Okay."
As soon as Qi Yan turned around, she saw Niu Niu standing in the living room staring at them with a strange expression. She froze for a moment, a subtle feeling surged in her heart, she couldn't tell what was wrong.
Before she could react, the little girl quickly hid the snacks in her hand and slipped back into the room.
"..."
After returning home and taking a bath, Qi Yan suddenly felt refreshed. After applying a mask for a while, she sat on the sofa with her camera and computer in her arms, preparing to do some edits.
It had been raining a while ago, and there were wet and potholes everywhere, and there were no suitable locations to shoot, so she had no choice but to take pictures of small pieces of art. If the mind is clever enough, a teacup or a bowl can be shot into a different kind of scenery.
Qi Yan imported the photos from the camera to the computer, saved them in a newly created folder, and opened her special mailbox for filming appointments as usual to have a look. Guessing that she must have received a lot of spam, or a lot of collaboration invitations that she didn't like, she looked for the delete button as soon as she entered.
Delete a lot of spam, leave invitations, large and small, and browse them one by one.
Little Broken Place Photography Exhibition? Not going.
Want to buy her award-winning work? No way.
Eighteenth-tier artist* doing a photoshoot? Fuck off.
*unpopular
On the other hand, a studio of a popular actress sent an invitation to cooperate, and Qi Yan seriously considered it, and from the perspective of a commercial appointment, all conditions are suitable, but -
This little actress's face is not her style.
Not half as pretty as Qiao Qiao.
Reject offer.
Qi Yan deleted the email expressionlessly, and continued to scroll down until her hands were sore, a little impatient. Then the last email was left, she stopped and clicked in.
siena model.
Mm?
This is a modeling agency headquartered in Paris, France, with branches in major cities around the world. It mainly provides models for various fashion magazines. It is developing rapidly and began to explore the Chinese market this year and is now looking for long-term cooperation with a photographer.
Hoping she considers it.
Then she'll have to go to an interview.
It was sent a week ago.
Qi Yan only thought it was a leather bag pheasant company, registered a name in a foreign country, and ran back to China to deceive ignorant boys and girls. She sneered, and was about to delete, when she slid her hand holding the scroll bar, she inadvertently saw the photo at the bottom.
The interior of the Jiangcheng branch, as well as photos of the Chinese models signed under it.
The decoration design and the appearance of the model are all based on her aesthetic style.
Qi Yan hesitated.
Although she regards photography as her hobby, she took it seriously in school. She started playing with the camera in her teens and became well-known in her early twenties. It seems that she has been playing on and off for so many years, and never thought of making a career out of it, but now, she had a vague idea in her heart.
She lost her enthusiasm for education, lost her original intention, and also doesn't want to go back to manage the family business. There is always something else to do.
Besides, models, fashion...
In recent years, she rarely came into contact with this circle, but she used to be very familiar with it. Suddenly, that face flashed in her mind, and then many past events flooded up.
Qi Yan brushed her hair, opened the coffee table drawer and took out the cigarette and lighter, lit it, and frowned.
Smoky rose scent.
Her foggy eyes flashed with dark and unclear emotions.
After smoking, Qi Yan replied to siena model's email with two simple words: What time?? with an additional question mark.
The next morning, Qi Yan received a reply.
The other party has plenty of time and seemed to be in a hurry, so they agreed to meet this afternoon. On the Sunday before the holiday, Qi Yan still rested without making up lessons for the first and second class but Lu Zhiqiao had to go to work. By noon, she made a meal to accompany Niu Niu, took a nap, and drove to siena model.
The company is in the urban area, not far from the commercial street, which is very large, no different from the picture. The lobby on the first floor is covered with pictures of models, which are full but not crowded, and the space layout is very detailed.
Qi Yan wore a short yellow and black plaid thin jacket, a casual pair of light-colored jeans, a pair of ordinary flat shoes, carrying a laptop bag, and strode into the front hall as if on vacation.
"Hello, do you have an appointment?" The girl at the front desk smiled kindly.
Qi Yan's expression was indifferent and didn't speak. She lowered her head and tapped the phone screen a few times before showing it up for the receptionist to see.
"Okay, just a second."
The young woman made a phone call and called "Assistant Feng". Not long after, a young woman in a short skirt walked over from the side elevator passage and smiled at Qi Yan.
"Are you Miss Yinhe*?"
*Galaxy
Qi Yan hummed lightly and smiled lightly.
Yinhe is the pseudonym she used for filming, which originated from a long-exposure of filming shooting stars. No one knows her real name yet.
"I'm the boss's assistant. My surname is Feng. The boss has been waiting for you for a long time, please follow me." The woman smiled professionally, and she turned around to lead the way.
The two took the elevator together and went up to the twelfth floor.
There is only one office on the whole floor without a nameplate on the porcelain white wall, only a symbol that looks like a snake. Qi Yan was stunned when she saw the symbol, feeling a little familiarity. Before she could think about it carefully, Assistant Feng had already informed her presence and invited her in.
Qi Yan smiled politely, held the handle and gently pushed the door open...
What caught her eye was the huge floor-to-ceiling windows that occupied the entire wall, the golden sunlight shining straight in, dazzling and bright, and the apricot-colored curtains fluttered with the wind. An overly tall figure stood in front of the window, tall and straight, with slightly curly shoulder-length black hair rippling slightly in the wind.
Seven centimeter high heels.
At least 1.8 meters.
At that moment, a sense of recognition came over her face, with a cold and intimidating pressure.
Qi Yan thought that she had long forgotten the appearance of this person, but she still recognized her the moment she saw her. Just like that day in front of the TV, the camera just shifted in a flash, but it commanded her attention.
Is it her?
Qi Yan clenched her fingers and held her breath.
The woman tilted her head sideways, and then slowly turned around.
Author's Note:
Mama Lu: My wife’s water is really delicious.jpg
There are many brands and styles of Bluetooth earphones. People like Lu Zhiqiao who only listen to music can't understand their inner workings, let alone how to choose.She searched for a few introductory posts on headphone brands, and clicked in with the intention of understanding, reading from beginning to end. With a rough idea in mind, she wrote down the headphone brands, searched one by one, understood their style, features and functions, and then did a detailed comparison.Before she knew it, an hour passed.Qi Yan got up from the chest press, took a sports towel and wiped her sweat, looked up and saw Lu Zhiqiao staring at the phone with her head down, curiously leaning over, "What are you looking at?""... nothing" Lu Zhiqiao hurriedly locked the screen and hid the phone to her side.Seeing her dodging eyes, Qi Yan's smile froze on her face, feeling uneasy in her heart, so she twitched the corners of her mouth in embarrassment, and changed the subject: "Let's go buy potted plants now.""Are you finished?""Mm."Qi Yan was covered in sweat, her fair skin was slightly red, and there were fine beads of sweat on her neck, and her two straight collar bones were glistening with sweat, like a drunken beauty who just got out of the bath, but also had a soft strength, and a fatal attractiveness.Lu Zhiqiao stared at her, with her heart pounding up to her throat, and a sense of impatience crawled up her ears, painting her face red.Nice body.Very tempting."I'll change clothes." Qi Yan didn't look at her, got up and walked to the back room.Lu Zhiqiao hurriedly looked away, hummed, and raised her hand to touch her hot face, with shame welling up in her eyes.How could she...have that kind of thought about Qi Yan?The scene of the night when they first met flashed through her mind, frame by frame like a movie, it is still very clear, her heart gradually felt warm, her throat became a little dry. She looked around, she saw a bottle on the ground that was one-third full, and she looked into it, "Qi Yan...""Um?""I'm a little thirsty, can I drink your water?""Sure." A faint voice came from inside.Lu Zhiqiao leaned over to pick up the water, unscrewed the lid, and took a long gulp. She put the mouth of the bottle under her nose and smelled it, but there was no smell, she closed the mouth of the bottle like a ghost, took another sip, and then let go after a while.Her heart beats faster and faster.She feels like a pervert."Let's go."The curtain was pulled open with a snap, and Qi Yan came out, having already changed into the clothes she had when she came.Lu Zhiqiao screwed the bottle cap as if nothing had happened, got up with her bag in her hand, and turned her head to smile at her..There were not many people in the flower market, and all kinds of flowers and green plants and bonsai were neatly arranged. Lu Zhiqiao didn't know how to choose bonsai, so she bought whatever she saw. How long it will last depends on luck. The longest lived for half a year, and the shortest lived for less than a week.She used the potted plants as decorations, and didn't study the ways of cultivating them. Firstly, she didn't have the heart for it, and secondly, she didn't have time. She bought new ones if the pots break, she didn't know how many potted plants on the balcony at home have been replaced.Looking at it like a horse watching a flower, she fell in love with a pot of "white butterfly".The leaves are like butterfly wings, and the tip of the leaf is sword-shaped, green on the outside and white on the inside, which is pleasing to the eye.The boss is a middle-aged fat man, very enthusiastic, from rhizome soil to daily maintenance, Lu Zhiqiao thought it was good, and was about to buy it, when Qi Yan suddenly pulled her.Qi Yan pulled her arm, took a step forward, picked up the flower pot and shook it gently twice.The plants in the pot were also slightly shaken.She frowned, put down the flower pot, took out a paper towel and wiped her hands, and said slowly, "Boss, your flower...isn't this just newly potted?"Her voice was low and cold, and her face expressionless."How could it be? You see, it's growing so well, and the leaves are shiny... eh..."Before the boss could finish speaking, Qi Yan took Lu Zhiqiao's hand and turned to leave. After walking a certain distance, Lu Zhiqiao glanced at her sideways, and couldn't help but ask, "Is there something wrong with that potted flower?""Whether the flower grows well or not has a lot to do with the soil. The soil of that potted flower is new, and it can still be moved after shaking, which means that it is easy to damage the roots not long after it is potted, and it will die if it is not carefully cultivated. In picking potted plants, it's better to pick the old ones."But I think it looks fine.""Because of the brightener sprayed on it." Qi Yan explained calmly, looking around for a while.Lu Zhiqiao pursed her lips, staring at her side profile silently, as if talking to herself: "You also know how to grow flowers.""My mother likes it, I just happened to learn from watching." Qi Yan said casually, raised her finger and pointed to the corner in front, "Go over there and have a look.""Okay."After finding a stall with a relatively large number of old potted plants, Qi Yan took a general look at the conditions of the stems, leaves and soil, and asked Lu Zhiqiao to choose by herself. Lu Zhiqiao was dazzled by picking and choosing, and couldn't make up her mind for a while."Which pot looks better?" She pointed to two small potted plants and asked.One pot is fairy cave monstera, and the other pot is ball orchid.Qi Yan was thinking about her dodging eyes, and was restless all the time. Only now did she come back to her senses, stared at the two pots of green plants in thought for a moment, and said, "Ball orchids.""Okay, let's buy this.""Don't you even consider your own opinion?"Lu Zhiqiao looked at her sideways and shallowly curled the corners of her mouth: "As long as you like it."Qi Yan choked.In terms of beauty, the monstera is better, but she considers that Lu Zhiqiao is busy with work and has no time to take care of it, while ball orchids are easy to grow and do not require much water and light, so they are easy to maintain and are suitable for Lu Zhiqiao.Words came to Qi Yan's lips, but she didn't say it.Lu Zhiqiao's dodging eyes flashed in her mind again, and she suddenly felt that maybe she was thinking too much...The two returned home with the potted plants, and Qi Yan helped move them to the balcony and arrange, water them, and briefly explained how to maintain them. Lu Zhiqiao listened, opening the memo on her phone, and carefully wrote down one by one.Unknowingly getting very close, Lu Zhiqiao leaned against Qi Yan with half of her body, her head was slightly tilted, and their faces were almost pressed together."I'm going back to take a shower. Come to my place with Niu Niu for dinner later tonight.""Okay."As soon as Qi Yan turned around, she saw Niu Niu standing in the living room staring at them with a strange expression. She froze for a moment, a subtle feeling surged in her heart, she couldn't tell what was wrong.Before she could react, the little girl quickly hid the snacks in her hand and slipped back into the room."..."After returning home and taking a bath, Qi Yan suddenly felt refreshed. After applying a mask for a while, she sat on the sofa with her camera and computer in her arms, preparing to do some edits.It had been raining a while ago, and there were wet and potholes everywhere, and there were no suitable locations to shoot, so she had no choice but to take pictures of small pieces of art. If the mind is clever enough, a teacup or a bowl can be shot into a different kind of scenery.Qi Yan imported the photos from the camera to the computer, saved them in a newly created folder, and opened her special mailbox for filming appointments as usual to have a look. Guessing that she must have received a lot of spam, or a lot of collaboration invitations that she didn't like, she looked for the delete button as soon as she entered.Delete a lot of spam, leave invitations, large and small, and browse them one by one.Little Broken Place Photography Exhibition? Not going.Want to buy her award-winning work? No way.Eighteenth-tier artist* doing a photoshoot? Fuck off.*unpopularOn the other hand, a studio of a popular actress sent an invitation to cooperate, and Qi Yan seriously considered it, and from the perspective of a commercial appointment, all conditions are suitable, but -This little actress's face is not her style.Not half as pretty as Qiao Qiao.Reject offer.Qi Yan deleted the email expressionlessly, and continued to scroll down until her hands were sore, a little impatient. Then the last email was left, she stopped and clicked in.siena model.Mm?This is a modeling agency headquartered in Paris, France, with branches in major cities around the world. It mainly provides models for various fashion magazines. It is developing rapidly and began to explore the Chinese market this year and is now looking for long-term cooperation with a photographer.Hoping she considers it.Then she'll have to go to an interview.It was sent a week ago.Qi Yan only thought it was a leather bag pheasant company, registered a name in a foreign country, and ran back to China to deceive ignorant boys and girls. She sneered, and was about to delete, when she slid her hand holding the scroll bar, she inadvertently saw the photo at the bottom.The interior of the Jiangcheng branch, as well as photos of the Chinese models signed under it.The decoration design and the appearance of the model are all based on her aesthetic style.Qi Yan hesitated.Although she regards photography as her hobby, she took it seriously in school. She started playing with the camera in her teens and became well-known in her early twenties. It seems that she has been playing on and off for so many years, and never thought of making a career out of it, but now, she had a vague idea in her heart.She lost her enthusiasm for education, lost her original intention, and also doesn't want to go back to manage the family business. There is always something else to do.Besides, models, fashion...In recent years, she rarely came into contact with this circle, but she used to be very familiar with it. Suddenly, that face flashed in her mind, and then many past events flooded up.Qi Yan brushed her hair, opened the coffee table drawer and took out the cigarette and lighter, lit it, and frowned.Smoky rose scent.Her foggy eyes flashed with dark and unclear emotions.After smoking, Qi Yan replied to siena model's email with two simple words: What time?? with an additional question mark.The next morning, Qi Yan received a reply.The other party has plenty of time and seemed to be in a hurry, so they agreed to meet this afternoon. On the Sunday before the holiday, Qi Yan still rested without making up lessons for the first and second class but Lu Zhiqiao had to go to work. By noon, she made a meal to accompany Niu Niu, took a nap, and drove to siena model.The company is in the urban area, not far from the commercial street, which is very large, no different from the picture. The lobby on the first floor is covered with pictures of models, which are full but not crowded, and the space layout is very detailed.Qi Yan wore a short yellow and black plaid thin jacket, a casual pair of light-colored jeans, a pair of ordinary flat shoes, carrying a laptop bag, and strode into the front hall as if on vacation."Hello, do you have an appointment?" The girl at the front desk smiled kindly.Qi Yan's expression was indifferent and didn't speak. She lowered her head and tapped the phone screen a few times before showing it up for the receptionist to see."Okay, just a second."The young woman made a phone call and called "Assistant Feng". Not long after, a young woman in a short skirt walked over from the side elevator passage and smiled at Qi Yan."Are you Miss Yinhe*?"*GalaxyQi Yan hummed lightly and smiled lightly.Yinhe is the pseudonym she used for filming, which originated from a long-exposure of filming shooting stars. No one knows her real name yet."I'm the boss's assistant. My surname is Feng. The boss has been waiting for you for a long time, please follow me." The woman smiled professionally, and she turned around to lead the way.The two took the elevator together and went up to the twelfth floor.There is only one office on the whole floor without a nameplate on the porcelain white wall, only a symbol that looks like a snake. Qi Yan was stunned when she saw the symbol, feeling a little familiarity. Before she could think about it carefully, Assistant Feng had already informed her presence and invited her in.Qi Yan smiled politely, held the handle and gently pushed the door open...What caught her eye was the huge floor-to-ceiling windows that occupied the entire wall, the golden sunlight shining straight in, dazzling and bright, and the apricot-colored curtains fluttered with the wind. An overly tall figure stood in front of the window, tall and straight, with slightly curly shoulder-length black hair rippling slightly in the wind.Seven centimeter high heels.At least 1.8 meters.At that moment, a sense of recognition came over her face, with a cold and intimidating pressure.Qi Yan thought that she had long forgotten the appearance of this person, but she still recognized her the moment she saw her. Just like that day in front of the TV, the camera just shifted in a flash, but it commanded her attention.Is it her?Qi Yan clenched her fingers and held her breath.The woman tilted her head sideways, and then slowly turned around.Author's Note:Mama Lu: My wife's water is really delicious.jpg
