While chatting happily in front of the computer, Sheng Anran's agent suddenly walked over and interrupted with an apologetic face.
"I'm sorry, everyone. Anran has a job in the afternoon, so please hurry up and shoot first."
Ye Huanyan hurriedly told everyone to go back to their places, clapped his hands, and only the lighting technician turned on the lights.
Ling Han stood in place for a while, and Xiao Dong reminded him.
"Mr. Ling, it's said that Mr. Li is here to visit."
Ling Han nodded. "Let's go to the door to meet him."
Lai Baoli's Mr. Li is one of Sheng Anran's pursuers. He appreciates her very much. Sheng Anran is responsible for this endorsement.
And this Mr. Li is also a big customer of Pleasure.
From the point that Ling Han personally went to the door to pick him up, it can be seen how much importance he attaches to him.
Under the white curtain, Sheng Anran changed into a pink sequined short skirt. This is Lai Baoli's spring new style, which focuses on the girls' market. From bracelets to necklaces, earrings, and rings, it is a series, named 'Love of Cherry Blossoms'.
At the moment, Sheng Anran looks playful, stands on tiptoe, and shows a sweet smile to the camera.
"Well, here it is..." The photographer gave a thumbs up.
Sheng Anran went over to take a look, but was not satisfied. "This light doesn't seem to work. It should be much better if it's also lit up here. Where's the reflector? Find someone to add a reflector here."
The people in charge of lighting on the scene are all professionals. It's impossible to find someone casually. Only Xiao Zhao, who is in charge of the light stand, has learned how to light.
"You, come here and help hold the reflector."
The photographer waved his hand, then scratched his head and frowned.
"Then we have to find someone to look after the light stand. There was a problem with a foot of the light stand two days ago. We have to hold it a little."
"Isn't secretary Ye idle?" Sheng Anran suddenly looked in the direction of Ye Huanyan.
The photographer Xiao Wang was stunned. He looked at Ye Huanyan, who was staring at the computer in the distance. He patted his thigh and ran over.
"Secretary Ye, can you do me a favor?"
Ye Huanyan was looking at the photo editing. When she heard this, she turned around and saw the photographer. She smiled and said, "What can I help with? I don't really know how to take photos."
"It's fine. Just help me look after the lamp stand over there. Two days ago, there was a problem with one of the triangular lamp stand's legs. I need someone to hold it when I use it."
Ye Huanyan looked around and saw that everyone was busy with their own tasks. She seemed to be the only one who had nothing to do, so she agreed.
"Alright."
The black lampstands were more than two meters tall, and there was one on each side. Only Ye Huanyan needed someone to hold onto the lampstand. When they were in position, Ye Huanyan studied the lampstand. Although it was said that one of its legs was broken, it was actually not that bad. It was just a little unstable, and as long as it was not touched, it would not fall over.
After the lighting and props were in place, the filming continued.
Because Sheng Anran had to catch a plane in the afternoon, the shooting process had to be speeded up. The photographer was obviously careful and was not as unhurried as in the morning.
"Come here, Miss Sheng. Look here."
"Over here, smile."
"Okay, raise your hand."
Ye Huanyan held the lampstand with both hands. The phone in her pocket suddenly vibrated. She hesitated for a moment and did not answer.
But the phone kept ringing.
A familiar name appeared in her mind. Su Nianhua.
They had made an appointment to have lunch together last night. Maybe it was time.
Thinking that the lampstand would not collapse so easily, she freed a hand, reached into her pocket, and took out the phone.
It was an unfamiliar number.
"Hello?"
"…"
"Hello … May I ask who is this?"
"…"
There was no sound on the other end of the phone.
At this time, Sheng Anran was facing the DSLR camera. After hearing the voice behind her, a trace of coldness suddenly appeared in her eyes. She gave Xiao Zhao, who was in charge of lighting, a look.
Xiao Zhao looked down at the line under her feet. She exerted a force, and the entire curtain in the studio shook violently.
Someone cried out in alarm.
"Clatter …"
The two-meter-high lampstand swayed and slipped from Ye Huanyan's hands. She reached out and desperately tried to hold the lampstand column, but the gravity of the collapse exceeded her temporary strength.
The lampstand swayed and brought down a row of small lampstands. The dazzling white light swayed in the air for a few seconds, and then fell straight toward the middle of the curtain.
Sheng Anran stood in the middle of the curtain.
"Ah …" The scream was drowned out by the loud sound of the lampstand falling.
"Zizizi" The lamp tube fell to the ground and broke into pieces. The circuit kept buzzing. For a moment, the whole studio was dark.
In addition to the initial exclamation, there were some voices.
The photographer held the camera and fell aside. He got up and coughed twice. He frowned and shouted,
"Ahem, is anyone hurt? What happened to the circuit? "
In the darkness, the voices of several lighting masters came out, and they reported their safety.
Suddenly, a shrill scream pierced through the studio. "Ahhhhhhh …"
It was Sheng Anran's voice.
The whole studio was in chaos in an instant.
Led by Sheng Anran's agent, sister Xu, she turned on the flashlight of her mobile phone and hurriedly surrounded seven or eight staff members on the scene. After checking, someone screamed.
"Miss Sheng is hurt. Help."
"Oh my God, her leg is stuck in the lampstand. Call an ambulance."
Ye Huanyan suddenly returned to her senses, turned on the light of her mobile phone and ran in the direction of Sheng Anran, trying to push the crowd away.
"Let me see."
Ye Huanyan was the person in charge of the whole project. When they heard her voice, they naturally gave way.
At this time, the surroundings were illuminated by the light of the mobile phone. Sheng Anran's half body was stuck under the huge lampshade, and her leg was stuck under the lampshade. She was bleeding. Because of the pain, there was no blood on her face. The scream just now had taken all her strength.
As soon as Ye Huanyan approached and was about to touch her, her facial features were distorted with pain.
"What's the matter?" Ling Han's voice suddenly came from the direction of the studio door.
I don't know who said it.
"Miss Sheng was hurt by the fallen lampstand. She is calling an ambulance."
Then, the crowd automatically separated, and a tall figure hurried towards the direction of the curtain.
"President Ling …"
Sheng Anran's wound was still bleeding. At this moment, she was already weak and sweaty. When she saw Ling Han coming, she grabbed Ling Han's hand regardless and said painfully, "Han, I'm in pain …"
Mr. Li of Lai Baoli followed closely behind Ling Han. Seeing this, his face was livid. "What's the matter?"
"Mr. Li, don't worry. The ambulance will be here soon," Xiao Dong explained hurriedly. She just learned about the situation.
Whispers could be heard from the crowd.
"Isn't Xiao Zhao in charge of this lampstand?"
"No, Xiao Zhao was called to get the light. I just saw Secretary Ye guarding the lampstand …"
Hearing this, Ling Han's face sank.
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