The poster model looks at the body with thick oil paint covering the key parts, which gives people a strong visual conflict but is fragrant.
Art is beyond emotion and color.
Song Qingcheng was listening to someone say "Hi" behind her. At first, others greeted her until another "Hi" sounded. She turned around and found that the other person was a foreign man in his thirties, with a blue suit and white pants showing his ankles, lemon yellow casual shoes and a polka-dot brown square towel. This coquettish and dressed-up look is a fashion person.
Seeing each other smiling at themselves, Song Qingcheng confirmed that this man was greeting her. Out of friendship, she nodded her head and bent her lips slightly.
I was just about to withdraw my sight when the other party came towards her.
The man finally decided to stay half a meter away from Song Qingcheng. He laughed kindly and caught a glimpse of Song Qingcheng’s arm suit. Some poor Chinese asked, "Are you a worker here?"
Before Song Qingcheng opened his mouth, the other party said, "Has anyone ever said that you look like a lady in your ancient China picture scroll?"
"…" Song city has an illusion of being accosted.
She is smiling and not talking.
I turned to go back to my makeup partner but raised my hand and stopped her. At the same time, I took out a business card and handed it to me. "I’m a model agent. Sometimes I think we can sit down and talk."
Glancing at the business card, Song Qingcheng didn’t reach out and say, "Sorry, I have to send clothes to my friend."
Then she went straight to make up.
Su Mian’s makeup is almost the same.
Su Mian saw Song Qingcheng come back and let the makeup artist brush her blush and tell the sofa to sit in the mirror. "Your mobile phone bag rang."
The whole song dynasty took out his mobile phone from his bag and found it was Yutingchuan.
Instead of calling back, she sent a text message-
[A man just accosted me]
-digression–
The whole baby career is coming …
See you at 9 pm!
Please don’t turn when starting!
☆ Chapter 342 It is normal for an old man not to understand.
When I received the text message, Yu Tingchuan had just finished talking about the project and sent the guest back to the box. He took a sip of tea and his mobile phone vibrated in his trouser pocket. He loved to play and watch, so he came to the net.
Seeing the information, Yu Tingchuan pulled up his mouth and smiled and bowed his head back to a text message, "It’s adult personnel and children don’t learn to be bad."
Soon the other person replied, "Are you a child (o*w*)?"
Yu Tingchuan looked at the last copy of the cute symbol and sent it to her and asked, "What is this?"
"Yan Wen Zi" Song Qingcheng replied that "it is normal for old men not to understand"
It’s like deliberately showing off that she sent another word "())"
Xu Dong pushed open the balcony door and came in to see Yutingchuan sitting there watching the mobile phone. The man’s mouth seemed to be smiling very well.
He has been with Yu Tingchuan for several years, and in the past six months, he noticed that his boss used his mobile phone to send text messages from time to time. Before doing anything, he always talked to Yu Tingchuan. However, if he didn’t reply to some important emails, he also replied to the words "read" or "talk in detail in person"
It goes without saying who to send the text message to.
Young girls seem to prefer sending messages to talking.
Xu Dong could feel that Yu Tingchuan gave in to Miss Song, and it was rare for a businessman like Yu Tingchuan to send a text message in such a time-consuming way.
Before Xu Dongjin’s office sent documents, he aimed at the mobile phone screen of the large shift table.
It’s a short message dialog interface
Nowadays, young people are connected by social software.