Lie down on the bed and close your eyes.

Su Qingyue's mind was filled with thoughts of what Wen Qingqing might look like at the scene.

Sometimes I have short hair, sometimes I have long hair.

The shadow of youth keeps shaking.

But how can we maximize this momentary beauty?

Totally unable to sleep.

Think about it, previous Showgirls have had selections, but they were all done by the organizers.

It's missing some energy.

It is also difficult to form a topic.

If you can take advantage of an opportunity, take a photo of this beauty.

Disseminate through public channels.

Create the most beautiful amateur legend.

Wouldn't it be better to introduce Showgirl to detonate Hualu's booth and attract attention outside the venue?

But who should I expose it to?

This photo must be very natural and capture her beauty very accurately.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard a knock on the door outside. It was Brother Guang who was back.

Su Qingyue suddenly remembered Brother Guang's friend named Guan Pengpeng.

Li Cheng said he was some kind of private photography expert.

Right! This kind of thing is best not made by professional photographers.

Instead, a top amateur photographer, in the name of a passerby photographer, found her beauty and posted it online.

Cause a sensation and trigger media effects.

In an instant, he sat up from the bed.

The arousal got a little fiercer, and Amu asked drowsily: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I have something to do with Brother Guang."

Su Qingyue left his room and went to Brother Guang's room. He went in without knocking on the door.

Brother Guang was lighting a cigarette when he saw him coming in and asked casually: "Are you going to Jianghai in a few days?"

"Sure, the company has a place in Gmaeyoung this time."

He sat down.

Brother Guang asked him if he drank, and he waved his hand.

Then he expressed his thoughts.

Without hesitation, Brother Guang gave him Guan Pengpeng’s contact information.

and spoke to him.

"You guys can talk about the rest." Brother Guang said.

Looking at the watch, it was already half past one. Su Qingyue asked casually: "He's not asleep yet?"

"Pengpeng is Obai's younger brother - if you stay up late, you can contact him at five o'clock in the morning, and he will usually be there."

"He doesn't sleep?" Su Qingyue asked with wide eyes.

"He sleeps at work."

This is the first time I see such a migrant worker.

Su Qingyue was also convinced that he could avoid being expelled even if he was late.

Feeling that the newspaper office might be loose in control, I went back to my room, turned on my computer, and sent the message.

Not even a minute passed before Guan Pengpeng replied: "Is it really beautiful?"

"It's very different from other Showgirls. How should I put it?" Su Qingyue thought for a moment and said, "Brother, have you ever seen that kind of natural beauty? Without makeup, but with that kind of youthful and aloof beauty, it instantly aroused

Protectiveness, can you understand?"

A series of smiling faces.

Then Guan Pengpeng asked: "Brother, do you have such a girl?"

"It's not that I have it, it's that we finally found it."

"Is this a girl? I thought girls like this only existed in fairyland."

"Then she's down to earth now, brother!"

Su Qing smiled even more.

Later, Guan Pengpeng asked: "Do you have any requirements for this shooting?"

"It should be natural and beautiful, just like you take pictures casually." Su Qingyue said.

"And then putting it on the official website will highlight her?" Guan Pengpeng asked a series of questions, obviously not agreeing with Su Qingyue.

"No, how about putting it on your own blog, and your blog will spread to the outside world inadvertently. We will find multiple online media and forums to form a hot spot. In the end, it will not only be the girl, but also your own private life.

Take photos for blogs. You can be more arrogant when you take private photos from now on." Su Qing messaged more and more.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Guan Pengpeng suddenly sent a text laughing.

Then, without waiting for Su Qingyue to ask why, he said: "According to what you said, I have photographed countless girls and they have become famous long ago. But the reality is that no matter how beautiful the pictures are, if they are placed in the sea of ​​beauties, they will still be nothing.

meaningful."

"He is different from those girls you photographed. She was eighteen years old in the spring, with the first ray of sunshine in the morning, and she still has that kind of aloofness and the breeze blowing on her face. Brother, listen to me, don't make blind conclusions. Let's talk about it after seeing you!

"Su Qingyue emphasized.

Guan Pengpeng didn't reply for a long time.

Until Su Qingyue thought he might have fallen asleep and was about to leave the computer.

The message came back: "When can we see you?"

"tomorrow."

"Okay, if it's really good, I'll make her fall in love with me. Without in-depth interaction, it's impossible to capture deep appreciation," Guan Pengpeng said.

At first glance, he looks like someone who often takes private photos to pick up girls.

Guan Pengpeng writes well, and his paintings and photography are also good.

In a sense, he is considered a talented person.

Many beautiful and fragile girls often do not love handsome princes.

They are more likely to be impressed by boys with some talent.

Those people are sweet-talking but not tacky.

A bit of love can be said to be as deep as water.

Create a full sense of security.

Su Qingyue laughed, thinking that although it was a bit crooked, it actually made some sense.

But he didn't believe that Guan Pengpeng had ever seen a girl like Qingqing.

Then they agreed on a time.

Before going to bed.

Guan Pengpeng sent another message saying: "If possible, I hope to be alone with her for a while tomorrow." There was a smiling emoticon behind it, but Su Qingyue did not reply.

Lying back on the bed, Ah Mou had already fallen into a deep sleep.

He also fell asleep.

But after lying down for a long time, I still couldn't fall asleep.

I just had to keep my eyes open and think about things.

Thinking about the atmosphere, I solved Guan Pengpeng and Qingqing.

It would be great if there were better explosive spots on site.

Looking across the bed, I saw the Tianchengshi handbag.

Amu filled it with other information.

Then I remembered that Brother Guang used a Mercedes-Benz bag to pack other things.

While watching a movie with Ah Mou, a girl bought a bunch of things and something fell to the ground.
To be continued...