My Clingy Boyfriend Asks for Kissing Every Day

The cameraman seized the gap and shot wildly. After a burst of dazzling white flashes, he finally looked up to the sky and let out an exclamation:

"It was amazing!"

He dared to say that he has never photographed such an exquisite model in his life. Not only is his appearance outstanding, but he can also easily control various poses and expressions.

"That's right, if the sales volume doesn't soar this time, I, Yan Xu, will write it upside down!" The person in charge leaned over behind the computer and looked at the results one by one, with an excited expression, as if he could see the banknotes flowing like water. Pour it into your own pocket.

"Humph!"

A moderate cold snort came into his ears clearly, attracting Yan Xu's attention.

He turned his head and looked over, except for the staff who were still staring blankly at the models in the photography, there was no one who seemed to be the owner of the voice.It wasn't until he lowered his head that he met the cold face of a little boy.

He froze for a moment, and didn't realize when there was an extra person beside him.

The child stared sideways at the computer screen. As he watched, a hint of anger suddenly appeared between his brows and eyes. He curled his lips, and then said dismissively:

"It's so eye-catching, don't you feel sick?"

Asking two big men to shoot this kind of thing to increase sales is a marketing strategy if it sounds good, but it's just trying to take a slant and grab people's attention.

How could Song Wang agree to such an unreasonable request?

He clearly has the right to refuse, but he just doesn't.

The more he thought about it, the more the boredom in his heart became more violent, making his teeth itch with anger, and he almost wanted to rush up and drag that guy Song Wang up and beat him up.

"..." Obviously, the words of retort were already on the verge of his lips, but as soon as he saw the child's deep eyes, Yan Xu felt as if his throat was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.

It was Song Wang who was in the field who noticed Ke Yanze first. Just as the cameraman had finished collecting the material and announced the end of the shooting, he straightened up and moved a little distance away from Jiang Yeshan.

Jiang Yeshan was still in a daze and didn't know what happened. When he heard the movement around him and opened his eyes, he saw the man in front of him with a teasing smile:

"Stupid? It's over."

"Oh." He nodded hastily and got up from the prop chair.

Seeing his slightly clumsy movements, Song Wang couldn't help laughing, which made the latter's back froze, and then said in his depressed tone:

"Awang, you look so professional. Did you do this before singing?"

"Well... no, this time I came to help take a cover photo at the request of a friend."

Hearing this, Jiang Yeshan blinked: "Then you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, "Kang Dang——" a loud sound of heavy objects falling to the ground abruptly interrupted what he was about to say next.

Everyone looked at the source of the sound, and the delicate-looking child withdrew his legs expressionlessly.

And one meter in front of him was a half-man-high wooden frame that fell sideways. It was obvious that the loud sound just now was made when the wooden frame fell.

Sensing the eyes of everyone looking over, the child raised his eyes, and with his indifferent eyes, scanned around in front of everyone.

Finally, he kept his eyes on Song Wang's face, sneered slightly, and said calmly:

"Sorry, slippery feet."