Qin Guan looked at Qu Xuemei. She nodded at him. "Okay."
Qin Guan and Qu were glad that the TV series would be shot in an open-air cafe on Wall Street. They could order a cup of coffee and enjoy the afternoon leisurely.
Qin Guan had always thought that China was the most gossipy country in the world, but after watching "Sex and the City", he realized that American women were just as gossipy.
A TV series about the love history of four women could make the audience watch it with relish. It could be seen how boring Americans were.
As more and more reality shows appeared on TV, Qin Guan felt the power of gossipy girls.
"What are you waiting for? The costumes and props are ready for the next few scenes. You can put on your makeup and try on the costumes. "
The crew member, who was using a folder on his head as a hairpin, waved at the actors who were still watching the show.
Come on, change your clothes.
When Qin Guan came out of the dressing room, the crew members gasped. The boy in jeans, who had been drinking his coffee happily, had changed into a different person.
All the props were rented from a tailor shop, which was outdated for Qin Guan, who always wore the latest designs of the season.
However, to these stage workers, whose underwear could be used as trousers and whose sweatshirts could be used as shirts, it was as if their fellow grey ducks had suddenly turned around and barked, "Woof!"
He had suddenly become a different kind of person.
...
Qin Guan tidied up his dark blue suit and the silk handkerchief in his chest pocket. Then he sat down in the cafe on Wall Street.
He was no longer the same person he had been five minutes ago. The coffee in his mouth was still cheap, but it didn't even cost five dollars.
The busy crowd on Wall Street was the type of people with the fastest pace of life in the United States. On this street, even if a few naked women ran out on the street, they wouldn't be able to stop for more than a few minutes.
However, it was precisely this well-dressed and elegant man who had unwittingly captured the hearts of many girls.
The women in Chanel, Burberry and Burberry were exuding endless female hormones. They were wearing the unique perfume of Friday.
"The woman in the pink trench coat with the folder has passed by here three times. The first time was to buy coffee, the second time was to deliver the mail... I don't know the third time..."
"This is nothing. Look at this, this woman in a grey suit. She's throwing flirtatious glances. Oh, look, her face is going to spasm …"
Qin Guan was sitting in a small booth, surrounded by a strange magnetic field. The cafe was filled with people one after another.
They were all white-collar women with sharp high heels.
At that time, long, thin high-heeled shoes were popular. The longest toe could be used as a screwdriver.
The best way for a strange woman to flirt with a man was to pretend that nothing had happened. The only thing that could reach Qin Guan was their feet.
On a peaceful evening, under a peaceful table, a fierce battle was taking place. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. Several feet squeezed in from all directions, clanging and clanging as they fought.
Qin Guan spat out a hazy mist from his coffee. Under the setting sun, it looked like the shadow of a rainbow.
The tips of the shoes pierced into Qin Guan's trousers like a sudden clap of thunder.
Flirting with a man was an illusion, but stabbing was a reality.
Qu Xuemei, who was sitting on a folding chair nearby, burst into laughter.
"Ha ha ha..." A group of envious Americans joined in, taking pleasure in Qin Guan's misfortune. A beauty's kindness is the hardest to bear.
Before they could stop laughing, the director and the props had already set up the equipment for the next scene. Eisen looked up at the sky. It was getting dark.
"Attention, everyone. Samantha Jones, go home at night. Get ready for the first scene!"
The lighting technician pushed a few strong lights on wheels out of the scene and placed them diagonally on top of the camera.
Qin Guan got in the Hummer and drove slowly under everyone's gaze.
Kim Cattrall, who played the sexy Samantha in a low-cut dress, walked slowly into the hall according to the script.
Qin Guan's car slowly came into view. When the door opened, the first thing that came into view were clean, shiny black leather shoes and grey socks. He looked elegant and charming.
He was wearing a fitting suit and had long, straight legs. Qin Guan got out of a luxury car belonging to a Wall Street nouveau riche. His expensive car did not steal people's attention.
The camera was focused on Qin Guan the whole time. Qin Guan took the key out of his pocket calmly. When he was about to enter the apartment, Samantha rushed out.
"Wait for me! Let me in too!"
The camera turned to Samantha. She had been looking at the luxury car with disdain, but when she saw Qin Guan's face, her expression changed instantly.
Her face was flushed, and her eyes were filled with passion. Her slightly raised eyebrows and pouted lips all gave away a message — I want to hit on him ….
Just like the white-collar workers in the café, they were shouting in their hearts, "So handsome! So sexy! How can he be so good-looking?"
Qin Guan introduced himself with a polite smile. "I'm Jim Kenny. I just moved in."
Her voice was sexy and ethereal, which made Samantha feel as if she had been electrocuted. She said slowly, word by word, "Samantha, I, live, on the third floor."
Qin Guan seemed to have received a signal. He raised his eyebrows and scanned the woman from head to toe. "I live on the fourth floor. You are right below me."
Samantha felt that her invitation might work, so she became more charming. She even raised her voice a little. "That's an honor. Your car is really beautiful."
Big sister, you're lying. Just now, you even mocked other people's cars for being nouveau riche cars.
Then she looked up at Qin Guan's chest. "I like a good Hummer …"
You know what I mean.
"Well, goodnight." Samantha's smile was like a small flame. She turned around and went upstairs, her perfume wafting around Qin Guan.
PS: Recommended book, "Drunken Dream of the Red Chamber". Fans of doujinshi shouldn't miss this book.
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