The hateful black-hearted capitalist.

He took advantage of her weak points.

"You will take your makeup photos tomorrow afternoon. Feng San will stop by and pick you up." Yu Xiheng said again, "What do you need to bring?"

"Coke!" Si Fuqing said immediately, "I want Coke!"

"Drink less, it's not good for your health."

"I detoxify quickly. I can't. Only Coke can make me happy."

"Um."

Si Fuqing held the phone, thinking that her boss was really good, but sometimes his tone was too elder-like.

But the next second she thought that 80% of the gold brick would go into the belly of a certain dog Pixiu, she felt unhappy again.

Si Fuqing became indifferent again, put her cell phone in her pocket and went downstairs.

It was quiet again on the top floor.

The staff was also very curious as to who made the call and made Si Fuqing feel so good.

But of course he didn't dare ask.

But this didn't stop him from complaining, a chameleon couldn't change his face as fast as Teacher Si.

He shook his head and prepared to contact the logistics team for further training.

When I looked up, I saw Yu Yao still standing there. The staff reminded: "Sir, Teacher Si has left. Look at you..."

Yu Yao clenched his fists tightly, then relaxed them after a few seconds.

He straightened his suit and tie expressionlessly, dusted off the dust, and walked out with a cold face.

The staff also followed him downstairs and sent him out of the training base.

"That's weird." He muttered, getting ready to do his own thing.

Turning around, I met Lin Qingyan who had just come out.

The staff member said hello: "Teacher Lin."

"Who was that just now?" Lin Qingyan pressed her mask, "Isn't it forbidden to enter the training base casually? What is he here for?"

The staff member came to his senses and hurriedly replied: "He is the young master of the Yu family in Sijiu City. He has something to do with Teacher Si."

Lin Qingyan's expression changed slightly.

Forty-nine cities!

Yu family!

Why did the young master of the Yu family come here to find Si Fuqing?

Lin Qingyan smiled without trace and pretended to be casual: "What does he want from Teacher Si?"

"I don't know the specifics." The staff member shook his head, "He just suspected that Teacher Si had plastic surgery. Alas, he didn't have common sense at first glance. I guess he was shocked by Teacher Si's appearance and didn't want to believe it."

Lin Qingyan's eyes flickered, and her eyes were dark.

As early as yesterday, she had already wanted the navy to release the news that Si Fuqing had undergone plastic surgery.

But netizens moved faster than her.

Bloggers specializing in plastic surgery also posted pictures, proving from various aspects that Si Fuqing's facial features are natural.

Although the anti-fans caught Si Fuqing and called her a plastic surgery vase, they had no evidence.

Seeing that the number of Si Fuqing's fans is increasing, now, even the people from the Yu family in Forty-Nine City have taken a liking to Si Fuqing.

Lin Qingyan was extremely panicked.

If Si Fuqing hooked up with the Yu family, wouldn't everyone in the entertainment industry have to be Si Fuqing's foil?

This is absolutely not okay!

"Okay, you should get off work early after your work." Lin Qingyan smiled, "I'm leaving first."

The staff nodded: "Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Lin. Please walk slowly."

Lin Qingyan left the training base, looked back at Dance Room 2, where the lights were still on, and sneered.

She is looking forward to the performance the day after tomorrow.

What kind of embarrassment will Si Fuqing make, and how many people will be eliminated from the class?

Just because you have a good reputation doesn't mean you can survive in the entertainment industry.

**

Friday.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

In Si Fuqing's super words, many Mu Si are running around to tell each other.

[Front row announcement! At 6 o’clock tonight, Xijiangyue will hold a celebration banquet, and the makeup photos are being taken!]

[Mu Si from Lincheng can go and have a look. I am so envious that I cry. I must take a photo. This woman doesn’t even post a photo. 】

[My wife has too many negative fans, so we must pay attention to our surroundings when we camp.]

[No more talking, I will go to the black fans group to work as an undercover agent, and I will endure the humiliation and bear the heavy burden on them! 】

At this time, Xijiangyue headquarters.

The filming team is ready and all kinds of photography equipment are set up.

"Teacher Si is changing clothes. There are seven sets of clothes in total today, and all of them need to be filmed." The shooting director clapped his hands, "The workload is quite heavy, thank you all for your hard work."

The photographers in the shooting team nodded, all a little excited.

It was also their first time to see the real person Si Fuqing.

This is the beauty of Daxia!

"There are too few people who look good in summer clothes. Mr. Si is a thick-faced person, so it will be difficult for us to take pictures soon." The director of the filming sighed while adjusting the camera, "The TV series basically only shoots the Xia Dynasty.

Timeline after 1200 years.”

The year 1200 was a watershed, with great changes in food, clothing, housing and transportation.

"It's not about the clothes at all." The chief photographer muttered, "It's because not many people dare to touch the history of Emperor Yin. If you take a picture of it, you will be scolded by history fans."

The shooting director's hand shook: "Yes."

Yinhuang probably has more fans than the top celebrities in the entertainment industry put together.

There is no actor who can't think of playing him.

"Come out, come out." Someone shouted, "Teacher Si is out!"

Everyone looked up impatiently.

The first thing they saw was a hand.

Putting his hand on the bead curtain, the bead curtain moved and rolled up in response.

The next second, a beauty walked out slowly.

The long skirt touches the floor and the silk fabrics rustle.

Everyone couldn't see her face at first, but just by looking at her figure, they knew she was a rare beauty.

Until she walked under the camera.

She tilted her head slightly, and her face was finally exposed to everyone without reservation.

There is a beautiful woman, with ice-cold muscles and jade bones.

The flowers and trees are piled with snow, and the new moon is shining.

There was a moment of dead silence in the filming location.

"..."

After an unknown amount of time, someone made a soft gasp.

With a "clang" sound, the iron frame in the hands of the main photographer fell to the ground.

Only then did he barely wake up the people around him.

"Bastard!" the shooting director said, "You've photographed a lot of people, can you keep it steady?"

The chief photographer came back to her senses. She glanced at the shooting director who was shaking and said, "You're not much better."

Filming director: "..."

The shooting team hurriedly packed it up again before starting the shooting of the first set of costumes.

The more they filmed, the more shocked the filming crew became.

The general manager was very curious: "What is your expression?"
To be continued...