The situation was under Qu's control. The makeup artist, who was standing next to her, also contributed his personal goods.
Several drops of cool massage oil were applied to Qin Guan's face gently.
In a few minutes, everyone was back to normal. Qu looked him up and down. After making sure he was fine, she told him to go on with the shoot.
Qin Guan and the other two models behaved themselves. When the facial cleanser was applied to Qin Guan's cheeks, the director shouted, "Stop!"
As for the second scene, after the accident, the girl was still able to force herself to shoot her scene well, which made the staff on the scene look at her with surprise.
She was able to adjust herself in time and remain unaffected by external factors. That was a necessary characteristic of an excellent model. The girl was worth paying attention to.
Qu Xuemei finished her work and took Qin Guan home. In the car, she thought about the details of the day. What had happened to the peacemaker?
Anyway, there had been some problems with Qin Guan's partners. It was too complicated to find out the truth, so she had to leave it to the professionals.
A detective agency, also known as an investigation firm, is an illegal profession in China, but it is a legal company that can be officially registered abroad.
Most of them were retired police officers, professional lawyers and former soldiers. They had a wide range of abilities and could work in all walks of life.
There were all kinds of jobs. As long as you could afford it, you would naturally get the results you wanted.
Sometimes, this kind of investigation firm was more useful than the police.
Xu Xiaoxiao, the local tyrant, took over the job without hesitation after receiving an order from Qu Xuemei. He wanted to know if someone was targeting Qin Guan and if the accident was intentional. He would rather kill the wrong person than let it go.
Qin Guan didn't care about what had happened that day. He went to bed early in the morning, exhausted.
Back at the construction site, he had to eat steamed buns with sand in his mouth and work with steel bars and heavy equipment. He was a man after all. It was a symbol of honor.
Qin Guan wanted to show off to his girlfriend, who was younger than him. Cong Nianwei gave him some feedback.
"The so-called badge of honor, in any case, can only be touched by soldiers. You're not protecting the country, nor are you saving people's property."
"Do you know what this kind of wound is called?"
Qin Guan blinked. "What?"
Cong Nianwei put her heavy bag on the desk. "It's called disfigurement."
Qin Guan fell down on the bed with a thud. He noticed that Cong Nianwei had brought something extra with her when she came home that day.
"Hey, let me have a look at those colorful flyers …"
Cong Nianwei handed it to him. Qin Guan was really busy. She could only see him in the big classroom. Basically, he was nowhere to be found on campus.
Taking the leaflet, Qin Guan realized how out of touch he was. It was a summer study tour. The day before yesterday, he had heard about it in class. His name was on the list for the school.
Qin Guan opened the list and asked in confusion, "What's the meaning of the summer study tour? My tutor said that I'm on the team. "
Cong Nianwei was working on two different things at the desk, but she was still able to answer his question.
"This is an event organized by a few American colleges and universities. They choose some of the more outstanding students to study in several colleges and universities during the holidays."
"You can experience the living and learning environment of different schools, promote the development of university research, and the commonality of research projects."
"Just think of it as a union of high-tech talents."
Qin Guan looked at Cong Nianwei's back. She sounded happy when she talked about the activity.
"What? Are you one of them? "
"Yes." Cong Nianwei nodded. "I think it's a good idea. We can appreciate the customs of American universities, see beautiful sceneries, and taste local delicacies.
"More importantly, the teaching philosophy of different schools, as well as some famous professors, can be seen in such activities."
It'll be easier for the elites of the same grade to talk to each other. I'm looking forward to it. "
Qin Guan was really upset. He had finally had a happy summer vacation. He could drink cold beer at home barefoot and sleep for a week.
Cong Nianwei's words made him feel like he had to go.
I have a straight-A girlfriend … Seriously?
"Huh? That's not right. Why do top talents like you have to invite me to a joint study tour? "
Qin Guan was smart enough to realize that something was wrong after two seconds of frustration. You're from the Economics Department. What are you talking about?
Cong Nianwei drew a line on the paper with her pencil and rolled her eyes. "What's the trademark of Disney?"
"Mickey Mouse."
"That's it. These top universities like to compete with each other. They like to compete in sponsorships, students, awards, and of course, sports. You are the representative of the Columbia students."
"Oh, I heard that you're also the leader and the emcee. By the way, did you read the notice that the school sent you …"
Qin Guan was speechless. He felt like a white-bearded grandpa at KFC.
Look at the handsome students of Columbia University. They even won the Best Actor Award. Do you have one?
Qin Guan felt sorry for the naivety of the university. They had talked for a long time, but Cong Nianwei still hadn't turned her attention to him.
Qin Guan leaned forward from the bed and tried to reach Cong Nianwei's desk.
"Wei Zi, what are you doing? I'm such a gorgeous boyfriend right in front of you, and the moment you come back, all you do is write and draw in front of the table? "
"Ah, my heart hurts. Someone has to give me CPR!"
After saying that, he wanted to use his hand to cover the draft paper on the table. This move usually worked a hundred times, but this time, it didn't work.
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