Lin Jing looked at the grand occasion with envy, she really wanted to do something like this.
Lan Bowen looked at the grand event strangely: "What's the matter with you? I used to force you to give you my own peripherals to keep as a souvenir, but you didn't even want them. Why are you so angry now?"
"No convulsions," Sheng Kuang bent down, randomly picked around the box twice, and picked up a mobile phone case from inside: "A kid at home likes it."
"The kid at home? Who is it, Yu Zhou?" Upon hearing this, Lan Bowen quickly helped Sheng Kuang sort out what he wanted.
Sheng Kuang lowered his head and glanced at the phone case, without putting it back into the box, and handed it to Lan Bowen: "I want two of these."
Lan Bowen stuffed the things he wanted into a big bag, "Have you measured the size of the clothes? If not, go and measure them quickly."
Sheng Kuang agreed and walked towards Chen Jing and the others.
Lin Jing stood there without moving, staring at the big bag that Lan Bowen had casually placed against the wall, and wanted to drool with envy.
Such a big bag contains a complete set of the latest not-for-sale peripherals.
She really wanted to give her a hug.
Even if you don't hug her, just touch her.
There were many people in the living room, including outsiders, and the little bitter melon kept squealing in the cage. Maybe someone was disgusted and made a noise, and I don't know who let it out.
It twisted its round buttocks, sniffed everyone one by one, and finally ran up to Lamborghini.
It first used its paws to pull the box, put its furry head in and sniffed it. After being driven away by Lambowen, it walked to the bag next to it, nudged the bag with its head, and then used its meat.
Du's body lay down next to the bag.
"..."
Lin Jing looked at the little bitter melon and didn't know who to envy for a moment.
Not to mention the child in Sheng Kuang's family, even a dog is happier than her.
Sheng Cheng was the last one to take measurements. When he finished, Jiang Xin politely sent the fashion designers away, and the group started to have lunch.
After lunch, Lin Jing saw that the large box had not been moved around, so he silently pretended to be playing with the little bitter melon and stayed in the living room without leaving.
When there was no one in the living room, Lin Jing was about to run over and sneak a closer look at the surroundings, when suddenly the elevator rang.
She was so frightened that she fell back on the sofa, quickly pulled out her phone, and lit up the screen with a calm and indifferent expression.
Probably because she felt too guilty, and in order to make herself look more realistic when playing on her mobile phone, she subconsciously entered WeChat, clicked into Lan Tingting's chat interface, and pretended to start typing.
The elevator door opened, and Lan Bowen and Sheng Kuang came out.
Seeing Lin Jing sitting in the living room playing with her mobile phone, Lan Bowen's eyes lit up: "By the way, isn't there another Jing girl here?"
When Lin Jing heard his name, he calmly finished typing what he was saying before raising his head: "Ah? What's wrong?"
Lan Bowen said: "I want to ask you for a favor. The autumn season is about to begin. I want to give benefits to fans and take pictures of everyone's daily life, but I don't want to invite those professional teams to come over and take pictures. Mainly because I dislike them.
It came out very much like a script, so I just wanted to shoot it by myself with my phone, so that it would look natural. But now I'm a little worried that Jiang Xin won't be able to shoot it alone, and I'll miss something, so look, is it convenient for you? If it's convenient,
, do me a favor and take a photo?"
Follow the shot?
That is to say, she can take pictures of grand events openly, and she can also take advantage of the opportunity to take pictures of peripherals?
Lin Jing's eyes lit up: "Okay."
After a pause, she asked again: "Whose mobile phone was used to take the photo?"
Lan Bowen: "You can just use your mobile phone."
Lin Jing asked: "Do you need me to edit it?"
Sheng Kuang looked at her in surprise: "You can also edit?"
Lin Jing nodded: "Yes."
As a fan of his, she often edits some of his videos and secretly sends them as material to his super chat.
"That's great, it would be best if you could help with editing." Lan Bowen said.
"Then I'll send you the edited version I shot, otherwise the original video will be too big and it will be too difficult to send." Lin Jing paused and then said: "Don't worry, I won't leak the original video.
, I will ensure your privacy."
Seeing the serious look of the girl in front of him, Sheng Cheng lowered his eyelids to hide the smile in his eyes.
Not even a second later, his eyes raised slightly and fell on the screen of the unlocked mobile phone she was holding.
Xiaojing-chan: Woooooooooooo, do you know what I saw? Baby, I saw the surroundings of a big box, the surroundings of Kuang Zai.
Xiaojing-chan: He asked for a set for a relative of his family. A complete set. It has so many noodles. I want this kind of noodles too.
Xiaojing-chan: A little bitter gourd can lick the surrounding areas, but I am not qualified to touch them. I am not even as good as a dog.
Xiaojingjiang: Come back to the official blog for the lottery, you must help me, open 10 small accounts to help me, no, 20, I will be the insulator that wins the prize.
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Lin Jing agreed to Lan Bowen to help with daily filming. She thought it would be tomorrow, but unexpectedly Lan Bowen asked her to start filming now.
Lin Jing thought that everyone might be cautious in front of the camera, but it turned out that she was overthinking it.
This group of teenagers didn't pay attention to her and Jiang Xin's mobile phones at all, and they did as they should in the training room.
They are really good at it. Everyday in the second grade, they are acting silly. One moment, you and my father and son play solo, and whoever loses calls daddy. The other moment, the five of them open a room and play some kind of dream battle. They win with a smile, but lose with mmp.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, they made an appointment for a training match. The team this time was far behind them, and it ended within an hour.
There was still a while before dinner. Chen Jing dragged He Wang and Jiang Zui to the third row. Qin Yu practiced hard in the training camp and kept his promise. As for the grand occasion, he threw down his phone as soon as the training match ended and asked Lan Bowen for something.
I got a pen and paper, lay down on the table and started practicing my signature.
His handwriting is very beautiful, sometimes grand, sometimes miraculous, and in a short time he signed a whole page with great enthusiasm.
Lin Jing, who was photographing him in front of the grand occasion, was a little speechless.
At the same time, there was also Lan Bowen who was speechless: "...you have a fever?"
Sheng Cheng threw the paper full of names aside and continued to sign on a piece of letter paper: "Practice calligraphy."
"..."
"There's going to be a competition in just a few days. Someone must be asking me to sign autographs. I haven't signed autographs for a long time. I'm an expert, please practice first."
"..."
Chen Jing rolled his eyes, yelling that I was interfering, and said rudely: "Can you be more shameless?"
Sheng Kuang ignored him and continued to sign for a while, then raised his head and glanced at Lin Jing standing next to him: "Which one is the prettiest?"
Lin Jing: "?"
After two seconds, Lin Jing raised his cell phone to the grand occasion and pointed: "This."
Shengcheng said "Huh" and turned to look at Lan Bowen: "Where are the peripherals I asked you to prepare."
"Here, I'll take you upstairs later. You're not in a hurry anyway..."
Before Lan Bowen could say anything, Shengjing extended his hand: "Give it to me."
Lambo handed it to him.
Sheng Xiang took apart the peripheral items one by one, found a suitable place, and signed each one with a gold pen.
"Damn, I asked you to sign in the lottery, but you refused to sign, and now you sign so many for Yu Zhou." Lan Bowen always believed that "a child in the family" mentioned by Sheng Kuang was a sign of his early adulthood.
His younger brother Yu Zhou.
"no way."
Sheng Kuang waited for the gold picks to dry up and put the surrounding items back into the packaging box one by one. "Children want to make noodles."
ps: Thank you all for your support after it was put on the shelves~ Well, I won’t update the sweet short stories. I will update you when I go back to write a long story with more than 1 million words of abuse. I am too tired to write the sweet cake.
I can’t write fast. I can write 2,000 words in an hour for a rough article, and 2,000 words in four hours for a sweet article~