By the time Shen Qingmiao arrived, Lin Baisen had already changed his clothes.
After the two people said hello, a woman came over and said, "Miss Shen, your changing room and dressing room are over here."
"Then I'll go change clothes first." Shen Qingmiao said to Lin Baisen.
When Shen Qingmiao came out, Lin Baisen was sitting on the sofa, with his legs crossed and his eyes slightly narrowed, looking like a happy boss.
The moment he saw Shen Qingmiao, his eyes brightened slightly and his smile became even wider.
Shen Qingmiao wore a long suspender skirt of the same color as Lin Baisen, revealing her thin white ankles and a pair of white shiny leather stiletto heels.
Her makeup was more pure, and her nude lips were slightly open.
"What are we going to do now?" Shen Qingmiao asked.
Lin Baisen reluctantly looked away and said with a smile: "Now take a picture of the cover of each song. You may need to keep changing clothes."
Shen Qingmiao expressed his understanding and sat directly next to Lin Baisen, "What period is the background setting now?"
The scent of Shen Qingmiao's usual light perfume wafted over. Lin Berson took a breath and cleared his throat unnaturally: "It's the middle of the script, when both of them encountered different setbacks and frustrations."
After getting ready, the two people walked into one of the rooms together.
The inside is very simple, with white gauze fluttering in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and a drawing board placed in the corner, half covered with cloth, with half of the painting exposed, and it is Shen Qingmiao.
Shen Qingmiao was shocked: "Who painted this? It's so amazing."
Lin Berson pointed to himself, "I drew it."
He spoke very calmly, and only the slight rise in the end of his voice could tell that he was showing off a bit in it.
"Are you so good at painting?" Shen Qingmiao was even more surprised.
"I have learned a little bit about it abroad before. If you like it, I can give this painting to you after the shooting is over." Lin Baisen moved a little closer to Shen Qingmiao, his voice low.
Shen Qingmiao thought about it and realized that hanging a portrait of herself in her home was a bit too narcissistic.
She shook her head, "Thank you, but forget it."
At this time, the photographer ran over and asked, "Are you two ready?"
Shen Qingmiao turned around and nodded slightly, and Lin Baisen gave a faint hum.
The shooting officially started.
Shen Qingmiao followed the cameraman's instructions and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, with her eyes slightly closed and her hands on her chest in a prayer gesture. The sun shone on her body, like a sacred and inviolable saint.
The white gauze moved with the wind and lifted up to cover Shen Qingmiao's face. This coincidence added a sense of mystery and sacredness.
The photographer's eyes widened suddenly, and he pressed the shutter button faster than his brain.
Click.
A faint shutter sound was hidden in the photographer's praise.
After taking the solo photo, Shen Qingmiao stretched a little tiredly. Lin Berson walked over and stood in front of her, but looked past her at the wall in front of her.
"I've prepared coffee, do you need it?"
Shen Qingmiao relaxed her body and nodded: "Thank you."
Lin Berson handed over a cup of coffee, and the two sat side by side.
Shen Qingmiao held the coffee in both hands and took a sip. The bitter taste was washed away by the milk and sugar, and the warm liquid flowed down her esophagus. The warm feeling made her sigh.
"Thank you for your hard work. When this work is over, I will treat you to a meal to make up for it." Lin Baisen couldn't help but smile as he looked at her.
Shen Qingmiao frowned: "Didn't you pay me for it? This is within the normal scope of hard work at work."
She crossed her legs for comfort and looked at him with puzzled eyes: "And the remuneration you gave is already higher than the market price, so there is no need to treat me to dinner."
Lin Baisen followed her example and sat cross-legged on the sofa, "Because I want to eat with you."
During the following filming, Shen Qingmiao's mind kept playing what Lin Baisen said on a loop.
"I want to eat with you."
When Lin Baisen said this, he still had a familiar smile on his face and his voice was particularly calm, as if he was talking about something inconspicuous.
Until he asked again: "Now, can I treat you to a meal?"
Shen Qingmiao ran away with the excuse of needing to go to the toilet. Fortunately, Lin Baisen didn't say anything about it when he went back.
"Why does he want to invite me to dinner?" Shen Qingmiao asked 008 fearfully. They had talked about it before and he didn't like Shen Qian, and she didn't provoke him. There was no reason for the two of them to have a meal!
008 thought for a while and said seriously: "Why don't you simply think about it, Lin Bison just wants to treat you to a meal."
Shen Qingmiao: "Thank you, you are even more scary like this."
Under what circumstances would you simply want to treat someone to a meal?
Answer: When you are interested in that person.
Lin Baisen suddenly grabbed her wrist and said, "Miaomiao, do you hear me?"
Shen Qingmiao jerked his hand away. After reacting, he looked at him awkwardly: "What's wrong?"
"The photographer said he wanted to change his position." Lin Baisen lowered his eyes and looked at his hands that were thrown away. His voice was so calm that one could not tell his emotions.
Shen Qingmiao nodded, "Sorry, I was distracted just now."
After the posters were taken, the staff packed up their things and prepared to leave.
Lin Baisen stopped Shen Qingmiao who was about to change clothes.
Shen Qingmiao took two more steps forward, and finally turned around and looked at him, "What's wrong?"
"Did it scare you?" Lin Berson said.
Shen Qingmiao: "?"
Lin Baisen took several steps closer to her, but still stopped at what Shen Qingmiao thought was a safe distance.
He lowered his eyelids slightly and his smile was a little forced. Shen Qingmiao also noticed the tightly clenched fists on both sides of his legs.
He looked so pitiful and innocent.
For the first time, Shen Qingmiao hated her own observation skills. She pursed her lips and was about to speak when Lin Baisen suddenly raised his head and looked at her, his eyes filled with red bloodshot eyes.
Shen Qingmiao's heart twitched fiercely.
Lin Baisen said: "Miaomiao, did I scare you when I said I wanted to have dinner with you?"
Shen Qingmiao was silent for a while, then nodded honestly: "It's not that I'm scared, I'm just a little shocked that you would want to eat with me."
"Because you are very lovable." Lin Berson's tone was soft and powerful.
Shen Qingmiao's heartbeat was beating faster and faster, and it felt like the air around her was being sucked out. She opened her mouth subconsciously, but nothing could come out.
What is this? A confession?
Lin Baisen looked at her seriously: "Have you not noticed that the more people around you get to know you, the more they like you? For example, Shen Qian, Xiao Zixun, Ruanruan."
"But they are all just friends." After Shen Qingmiao said this, she came back to her senses, looked into Lin Baisen's eyes, and pursed her lips.
"I used to live abroad, where I spoke more directly. What I wanted to express was the same emotions as my friends." Lin Berson took a few steps forward and crossed the safety line in Shen Qingmiao's heart.
The distance between the two people narrowed, and Shen Qingmiao could see the emotions in Lin Baisen's eyes more clearly.
Doubt, puzzlement, curiosity.
In his eyes, the strange thing was himself. Why did he have such thoughts?
Shen Qingmiao's breathing became slow and she heard him say: "What do you think I mean?"
Brother Sen, let’s start
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