When Qin Guan was ready, Kyoko had to turn her face to the camera and lean against him.
She took two steps forward, glanced meaningfully at Qin Guan's long legs and thick shoulders, and leaned against his back.
Qin Guan was caught unprepared. Fortunately, Kyoko was light, so he controlled the situation quickly. The photographer waited patiently for the actress to show him that she was in the right position.
Kyoko Fukada pressed her body against him again, but he didn't dare move. The thin dress couldn't hide Kyoko Fukada's plump breasts.
Kyoko saw Qin Guan's neck tense up. She could see the blue veins on his face. Smiling secretly, she put one soft hand around his waist and the other on his broad back.
Kyoko Fukada said to the photographer in Japanese, "Thank you. I'm ready."
Then she touched his back gently and whispered in Japanese, "Wow, your back is so broad!"
Qin Guan felt creeped out by Kyoko's touch. She's taking advantage of my inability to understand Japanese, so she's flirting with me. Unfortunately, I've already mastered the basic language.
Kyoko Fukada's action of taking advantage of him indirectly made this photo full of wonderful love.
Looking at the photos, Qin Guan let out a long sigh of relief. Fortunately, I don't need to show my face. Sister Xue, who was standing in front of him, couldn't help laughing at Qin Guan's awkward expression.
She was much fiercer than Fang Meiya. At least Fang Meiya had seduced Qin Guan with her invisible feminine charm and words.
However, the person in front of him was able to touch her as if there was no one around. The words that came out of his mouth were also frighteningly bold.
The scariest thing was that the people around her were not surprised at all. They thought Qin Guan was just another one of Kyoko's tickets.
No, it's too dangerous. Based on Qin Guan's limited experience with women, he could cause a scandal with so many domestic and foreign media around him.
Qin Guan whispered to Sister Xue while they were taking pictures. Sister Xue smiled. "Are you afraid that your popularity will be affected if you have a girlfriend? Are you afraid that you will have fewer female fans? "
Qin Guan shook his head without hesitation. "They have nothing to do with me. I make a living for myself. I just happened to be in this profession. "
Sister Xue clapped her hands and shrugged. "That's it. Look at your girlfriend, Cong Nianwei. If she's not busy, ask her to visit you. That way, the media outside won't have any material to talk about. "
Qin Guan was suddenly enlightened. Sister Xue would take care of this matter for me. She would definitely handle it properly.
Qin Guan dialed a number and heard his girlfriend's voice on the other end. "What's up, Qin Guan?"
Cong Nianwei was confused. The previous day, he had told her that he would be working that day. She had taken notes of all the courses at the training school. Why would he call her at such a late hour?
Qin Guan hesitated. He didn't know how to describe the situation to her.
Sister Xue was getting impatient. She bowed apologetically to the cameraman and took the phone.
Cong Nianwei listened to Sister Xue's explanation. Surprised, she asked, "Kyoko Fukada and Qin Guan? Are you serious? "
Lan Jin's ears twitched three times. "What? Kyoko Fukada? MY! GOD！ Where is she? Where is she? She's my dream girl! "
Cong Nianwei looked at Lan Jin helplessly. He looked like a pitiful puppy as he stared at the phone in her hand.
Cong Nianwei said to Sister Xue on the phone, "Is it convenient for you to go there? Do you want to be quiet? Okay... "
Cong Nianwei hung up the phone and nodded to Lan Jin helplessly. "Three rules: Keep your distance, keep quiet, and keep your presence to a minimum. If you can, you can drive me there."
Lan Jin nodded hard, afraid that Cong Nianwei would change her mind. Before the teacher's voice faded away, Lan Jin helped Cong Nianwei pack her things.
When Cong Nianwei and Lan entered the school gate, they found two men following them.
"He Ming? Key? "
He Ming glanced at Key, who straightened up and coughed. "Cong Nianwei, do you need a bodyguard?"
Cong Nianwei sized up the two decent guys with a contemptuous look. As expected, all the bad habits of men were exposed.
Lan Jin looked at the two excitedly, as if he was looking at a kindred spirit. He greeted them as if they were old friends, "Keep your distance, keep quiet, and minimize your presence."
The two young men, who were always the center of attention, nodded knowingly.
Cong Nianwei had nothing to say. He was Qin Guan's bad friend, so she decided to take him with her.
Lan Jin couldn't help snapping his fingers and running to the parking lot. "Hurry up! Time waits for no man. One more glance is one less glance."
When Cong Nianwei got into his Ferrari 550, which was the same color as her hair, she regretted it from the bottom of her heart.
The car that led the way was an open-top sports car, which was rarely seen on the market. The two cars following behind were even scarier. Just like that, they drove to the Citizen branch office in the capital.
When Lan Jin opened the car door, Cong Nianwei walked into the building in a casual suit, followed by three eye-catching kids.
When the receptionist heard that it was a meeting with the company's spokesperson, Yue Yue, she hurriedly welcomed the four of them upstairs with a smile.
Sure enough, President Zhuchuan Longfu had a good eye for talent. Just look at the spokesperson he had recommended. His girlfriend had come to visit him. What kind of background did this spokesperson have?
The receptionist led them to the shooting site respectfully. Meanwhile, Qin Guan came out of the changing room.
He changed out of his gray suit jacket and put on a delicate white shirt. The buttons on his chest were unbuttoned to the bottom due to the needs of the shoot. Just like that, it was faintly discernible, revealing its charm.
Lan Jin whistled at Qin Guan, but Cong Nianwei shot him a warning glance.
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