I became popular after dressing as the boss's ex-wife

Chapter 25

The lunch boxes were taken out one by one and placed on the dining table in the tea room, which was full of tables.

Portions are clearly set according to the number of people in the office.

Everyone ate in a circle consciously, all kinds of questions came to Fu Jiujiu endlessly.

Fu Jiujiu excused himself by saying that he had just joined the job and his father thanked everyone for taking care of him.

Only Mary sighed, "Editor Fu, your father loves you so much."

Fu Jiujiu was stunned for a moment, feeling that the word "love" was a bit irritating, so she pursed her lips and smiled.

He felt that the word "love" was not as good as the word "pain", but after thinking about it for a while, he felt that the word "pain" didn't seem to be very good either.

Before the small lawsuit in his mind was over, an intern asked again: "Couldn't Editor Fu be the second generation of rich people?"

Before Fu Jiujiu could answer, Wu Qiuran said, "Have you ever seen a rich second generation who doesn't even have a car?"

He saw Fu Jiujiu walking to and from get off work more than once, so he probably came by public transportation.

When everyone heard it, they thought it was the same, so the topic changed to other places.

While eating, Fu Jiujiu secretly sent a message to Lin Jun: "Are you happy to take advantage of me? Poor cat.jpg"

Lin Jun was probably busy and didn't return.

He didn't receive a message until after get off work in the afternoon.

Not as good as a dog: "Who is taking advantage of whom? You are the one who eats me, so why should I take advantage of you? Doesn't that make sense, Fu Xiaojiu?"

It's just that he didn't say a word about the title, as if he was waiting for Fu Jiujiu to say it himself.

Fu Jiujiu would not be fooled, he stared at the phone screen for a while, then put the phone down silently.

At around eight o'clock in the evening, Lin Jun called. Fu Jiujiu sat at the desk and talked to him while drawing lines.

"Come out and play, Fu Xiaojiu." Lin Jun said, with an imperceptible trace of tiredness in his voice.

Fu Jiujiu remembered the last time he met Sui Xingyuan, so he didn't want to go: "I won't go, I'm not done yet."

Lin Jun was silent for a moment, then hummed lightly: "Then try to rest as early as possible."

"Okay." Fu Jiujiu smiled, and said, "Senior, thank you for your lunch."

"En." Lin Jun responded softly.

The two of them didn't speak any more, the earpiece was quiet, and the other's breathing could be vaguely heard.

The pen in Fu Jiujiu's hand stopped at some point, subconsciously turning it between his fingers, round and round.

Suddenly there was a muffled laugh from Lin Jun's side, and the sound hit Fu Jiujiu's eardrums directly through the earphones.

Low and dumb, sexy as hell.

Fu Jiujiu bit her lip unnaturally: "What are you laughing at?"

"Why don't you talk?" Lin Jun said.

"I'm concentrating on drawing." Fu Jiujiu said immediately.

Lin Jun was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked without thinking: "Does your arm hurt?"

"Huahua's arm doesn't hurt." Fu Jiujiu thought his question was cute, so he laughed.

The happiness in Fu Jiujiu's voice was very real and light, and it was transmitted through the microphone without reservation.

It seems easy to be satisfied.

Lin Jun was silent for a moment, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

He thought of Fu Jiujiu's arms full of documents. He actually wanted to ask him if his arms would hurt after holding so many things today.

But amidst such laughter, he fell silent, because this laughter had already given him the answer.

He was a little pleased with Fu Jiujiu's happiness, but also a little disappointed because the happiness might have nothing to do with him.

Therefore, the look is a little bright.

It wasn't until he hung up the phone that Lu Xiye asked, "Xiao Jiu won't come out?"

"Well," Lin Jun replied lightly, "he's still busy."

He was slightly dazed: "Where did he do this before? Kneading a grain of soybeans is disgusting, just like Princess and the Pea."

As he spoke, he couldn't help laughing again, the corners of his lips were pursed, and two dimples were looming.

"Still can't remember anything?" Lu Xiye asked.

"Well," Lin Jun said, "Forget all those years when I spoiled him, now he is independent."

"Children who are not favored will always be more independent." Lu Xiye said.

"Well," Lin Jun bowed his head and thought for a while: "It's as if he's changed, but he hasn't changed in his bones, and he still feels insecure. It's just that he is independent in behavior."

"It's like," he said, "a tree that forks from a certain node, and then the fork grows in reverse."

He said what he remembered: "The last time I went to their community to watch him get off work, do you know what I saw?"

"What?" Seeing his seriousness, Lu Xiye was also aroused curiosity.

"He met the staff of the water station downstairs," Lin Jun said: "They said they were in a hurry, so he carried the big bucket of water upstairs by himself."

"His house is on the fifth floor," Lin Jun emphasized: "The fifth floor!"

Lu Xiye couldn't imagine Fu Jiujiu carrying a big bucket of water.

Even eating a shrimp, Fu Jiujiu wished Lin Jun could peel it and feed it to his mouth.

He thought about it for a while, and finally couldn't help but smiled while holding his forehead: "Can't you coax me back?"

"It's not good. I practice all my coaxing methods on him," Lin Jun lit a cigarette, "But now I'm just an ordinary senior in his eyes, and I can't use any of those intimate methods. I'm afraid I might accidentally scare him." to him."

After thinking about it, Lu Xiye also felt very helpless, so he couldn't help laughing and groaning.

"It's really a fucking brother." Lin Jun also laughed: "By the way, the company signed a young man two days ago. His original name was also Jiang Suifeng. He looks good, but it's a pity that he is not a fox eye. You have to take time to see it A glance?"

"That's not him." Lu Xiye bit the cigarette holder, narrowed his eyes slightly through the smoke, as if seeing a very far away place: "I will never forget his eyes."

"He may have adjusted his eye shape," Lin Jun said, "It's normal to make minor adjustments in the entertainment industry."

"Impossible," Lu Xiye denied, "His eyes are the most beautiful gift from God, no one can make such beautiful eyes with his hands, it is impossible for him to move."

"Well," Lin Jun pondered slightly, "I've only seen one pair of such beautiful fox eyes, which are on Qin San's face."

Over the years, so many people came and went around Lu Xiye, without exception, they all had fox eyes, but no one's eyes were comparable to Qin Moyan's.

"He," Qin Moyan's eyes appeared in front of Lu Xiye's eyes, they were indeed very similar, and he said lightly, "It's a pity that his surname is not Jiang."

Lin Jun raised his eyes: "I shouldn't care about your feelings, but Qin San really treats you differently. I may cooperate with him in the future. Don't be unhappy when the time comes."

"Why wouldn't I be happy if you cooperated with him?" Lu Xiye said.

"It's enough to have your words." Lin Jun laughed.

Fu Jiujiu's performance was very good, so Chang Qing slowly began to think about it, wanting him to do some projects independently.

It just so happens that there is a niche brand. The daughter of the head of the family is very obsessed with a starlet recently, so she gave him some resources.

It's purely for fun shooting.

The main focus of this brand is still accessories, but not jewelry, but scarves and stockings.

All the information was passed to Fu Jiujiu, and Mary secretly congratulated him: "Editor Fu, congratulations, you should be able to do projects alone in the future."

Wu Qiuran glanced at it coldly: "It's just a useless chess game, how can you use a bull's knife to kill a chicken, or it will be his turn?"

The appearance of Fu Jiujiu made Wu Qiuran feel threatened.

Fortunately, in the past two days, Chang Qing took him to several important events.

And he threw this project that no one could do well to Fu Jiujiu.

He finally got some balance in his heart.

Most of this kind of ticketing projects do not consider the effect of the finished product.

Brands making such a choice are naturally prepared to accept any outcome.

But Fu Jiujiu is different, this is his official starting point, and the industry will only remember how bad his projects are.

The more he thought about it, the more comfortable he felt, and couldn't help but whistled softly.

Mary pouted and said nothing.

But Fu Jiujiu didn't notice what Wu Qiuran said at all, because all his attention was focused on the information at hand.

He is looking at the male star in the photo.

Yang Chun...

This name is a bit familiar, Fu Jiujiu can't remember where he heard it.

However, just looking at this face that is extremely difficult to associate with fashion, he should not be the type he would pay attention to.

It's not that he is not good-looking, but that he is too upright, and Zhou Zheng has reached a level where it is too much to be done.

The whole person looks very beautiful, but it lacks its own unique points that can be remembered by people.

This is also the reason why his ancient costume is more brilliant, because after wearing it, he is a natural hero of righteousness.

If it is a modern outfit or a fashion blockbuster, it is too difficult to come up with a color.

In addition to his handsome appearance, he also has another fatal flaw, that is, his neck is not long enough.

However, the main products of the brand are silk scarves and silk stockings in the coming spring.

Fu Jiujiu rubbed his forehead, then turned to look at the brand's product catalog.

There are no special requirements for shooting.

He frowned, turning many plans in his mind, and selected the three most suitable ones.

Then I had a meeting with the stylist and lighting and photography.

Everyone is not very optimistic about this project, and no one thinks that an amazing finished product can be produced.

It's pretty good to be able to make a passing grade.

The night before the shooting, Wu Qiuran sent two proofreading drafts to Fu Jiujiu's mailbox.

Fu Jiujiu refused with a smile: "I have a job tomorrow, sorry."

"It doesn't matter." Wu Qiuran didn't think how much time such a shooting would take: "There is no rush, as long as you have time to finish the school, you can do it."

It's just that he didn't expect that Fu Jiujiu took a whole day to shoot this one.

Because there is some movement element involved.

The shooting venue was arranged like a billiard club.

Costume accessories are transported to the site box by box.

Yang Chun also cherished this opportunity very much. He arrived as scheduled and sat there to put on makeup in cooperation.

Fu Jiujiu and the intern assistant hung up a set of clothes and accessories.

People at the scene kept calling Fu Bian, Fu Bian.

Fu Jiujiu waited for Yang Chun to finish putting on makeup before he introduced himself: "Hello, I am the assistant editor of NF Magazine, Fu Jiujiu, and I am in charge of this project for the time being."

Yang Chun's outstretched hand paused: "Your name is Fu Jiujiu?"

Time was running short, so Fu Jiujiu hurried to change Yang Chun's clothes with the stylist, and lowered his head to button him.

"Yes." He was so focused on the work in hand that he didn't notice Yang Chun's gaze.

"I have a fan named Fu Jiujiu," Yang Chun said, "I don't think this name is very common."

"Oh," Fu Jiujiu said, "Not being common doesn't mean there is no coincidence."

"He sent me a sports car." Yang Chun said.

Fu Jiujiu's hand paused, almost biting the tip of his tongue.

Yang Chun was held by Fu Jiujiu's wrist and put on a watch, a leather strap, and a small bell.

He lowered his head and stared straight at Fu Jiujiu's face: "I've seen the photo they sent me, but it's just a back view. He tilted his head, and he could only see a little side profile. It feels a bit like Fu Bian. .”

"Maybe it's a coincidence." Fu Jiujiu said, "I definitely can't afford a sports car. With that financial strength, I might not do this job."

"That's right." Yang Chun thought for a while, "Then does Editor Fu have any celebrities he likes?"

Fu Jiujiu was a little irritated by his question, and Yang Chun's neck was pulled up with a little effort from the hands that were arranging the silk scarf around his neck.

The silk scarf was stuck in his throat, the strength was neither light nor heavy, and there was a slight sense of suffocation.

"Editor Fu, ahem..."

Fu Jiujiu's eyes suddenly lit up under his slight suffocation, and inspiration suddenly emerged.

He found a way to make this project shine.

The shooting plan and styling were all changed, and everyone in the whole team was busy going around.

Props rearranged the set, and Fu Jiujiu and the make-up artist re-made Yang Chun.

The silk scarf was strangled around his throat like a torture instrument. Yang Chun was half lying on the back of the chair with his neck lifted to the extreme.

Pulled out a beautiful line from his lack of edges and corners.

The tails of the eyes were melted so that they flew up obliquely, with a hostility of not admitting defeat and not giving in.

The black stockings were wrapped around the wrists behind his back, confining and depressing him, pulling out all the things he lacked through styling and makeup.

The whole shooting changed from the original theme of youth and beauty to the theme of darkness and resistance.

The bound man finally breaks free.

He came out of the darkness with a silk scarf tied around his neck like a tie, showing elegance in his embarrassment.

The cue in his hand pointed directly at the invisible hand of darkness without hesitation, full of momentum.

The picture turned brighter, and Yang Chun ended this chaotic shooting with his own righteous image.

Fu Jiujiu was so busy that he didn't even remember who he was shooting for. There was only a body in front of him for his makeup, for his use, and for his creativity.

The raw films produced under this plan are already very dazzling.

But this plan itself also has a very risky side.

Because for consumers, it is actually difficult to figure out whether they can accept the product displayed in this way.

But Fu Jiujiu thinks that adventure is far better than mediocrity.

Moreover, it's rare that the other party is playing for tickets, so it's better to really "play" with confidence.

And according to the data analysis he has done in the past, the acceptance and tolerance of young people are actually higher than he imagined.

After the filming was over, Yang Chun left first, and he didn't forget to add Fu Jiujiu's social software before leaving.

When Fu Jiujiu asked him to scan the QR code with his mobile phone, he saw several missed calls from Lin County.

The earliest one was half an hour ago.

Fu Jiujiu called back, and Lin Jun quickly picked it up.

"Senior," he said, "I've been busy filming just now, and I just saw the phone now."

"Nothing else," Lin Jun said, "I just came here to meet someone, and by the way, would you like to have dinner together?"

Fu Jiujiu glanced at the time, it was already past dinner time: "I'm sorry, senior, how about I invite senior next time?"

"You haven't eaten just now, have you?" Lin Jun said, "Come down."

"Haven't you eaten yet?" Fu Jiujiu was a little surprised, obviously the first phone call was half an hour ago.

"The first call was made to you when I first came here," Lin Jun explained, "I'm downstairs right now."

Fu Jiujiu went downstairs, the night was covered with dark clouds, it looked like it was going to rain.

Lin Jun stood by the car waiting for him with a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

As Fu Jiujiu approached, he lowered his head and choked out his cigarette, and took a step forward.

City A is always windy, and his overcoat was blown back by the wind, making him feel taller and taller.

The facial features were even more three-dimensional and vivid, which surprised Fu Jiujiu who had been looking at Yang Chun's lack of features all day.

If it was Lin Jun, if he casually stood in front of the camera, it would be a painting.

Fu Jiujiu trotted for two steps, stroked back his slightly long hair, exposed his smooth forehead, and called him: "Senior."

"Do you still work overtime at night?" Lin Jun asked.

"That's right," Fu Jiujiu said, "Today, I'll invite my senior to eat a few bites nearby, and I'll eat something better next time."

There was a western restaurant on the first floor of the building where Fu Jiujiu often parked his car. The two of them didn't drive, but walked a little distance there in the early winter night.

Lin Jun's emotions are well restrained now, and it is no longer the same as before. Even if he deliberately suppresses it, he will inevitably show some willfulness and childishness.

Now he is more like a mature adult.

There are musicians playing the piano in the restaurant, and the atmosphere is not bad.

With lowered eyes, Lin Jun divided Fu Jiujiu's steak and pushed it in front of him before seriously eating the food in front of him.

"I heard that today is shooting for Yang Chun?" Lin Jun asked.

"Mmm." Fu Jiujiu felt terribly embarrassed when he thought that he had given Yang Chun so many gifts.

"Because you like him, did you ask him to do the first project?" Lin Jun said, "You still remember him, don't you?"

"No." Fu Jiujiu shook his head: "It was arranged by the brand. I don't remember him and I don't like him anymore."

Lin Jun looked at him deeply for a few times before nodding, and a smile slowly formed on the corners of his lips.

After dinner, the piano music was played just like "Autumn Whispers."

Lin Jun didn't really want to leave, so he said to Fu Jiujiu, "Can I finish listening to this song?"

Fu Jiujiu agreed.

Lin Jun added: "When my mother was pregnant with me, there was this song in the prenatal education music. She said I liked it very much, and would dance in her belly when she heard it."

Fu Jiujiu suddenly wanted to laugh, but still nodded seriously.

Lin Jun said slowly: "Actually, I want you to get to know me from an earlier time."

After the song ended, they got up and went out, and the wind blew over, bringing with it fine sleet.

Under the street lamps, they are like mist, floating in the air thinly.

Lin Jun hesitated for a moment, but wrapped Fu Jiujiu in his coat as usual.Protect him and walk to the office building of NF.

"Actually, my luck is really good." Fu Jiujiu heard him whisper above his head.

Fu Jiujiu sank into his arms, and the fine snow particles scattered in all directions with the cold wind as far as his eyes could see.

He was wrapped in a warm embrace, as if he was in another world: "Huh?"

"I prayed when I was listening to the piano, I hope it will rain today." Lin Jun said.

"Ok?"

But Fu Jiujiu soon understood that only when it rained could they get so close so logically.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-07-3123:41:35~2020-08-0222:22:35期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Hegui Gushan Temple;

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: Did you explode 2 today; Yaoyao 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 6 bottles of 玓; 5 bottles of fishing for a moon; 1 bottle of Yan Ning;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!