The flash marriage partner is a mysterious boss

Chapter 211 The Red Dress
Regardless of how to deal with the current scene, the producer quickly ran to chase him out.

At the door on the second floor, the panting producer stopped the man before he left.

He bowed respectfully.

"Mr. Joe."

In order not to expose the fact that Qiao Jianshen came here, the lights on the second floor were not turned on at all, and the studio was basically covered with a black curtain in order not to be disturbed by the light source.Therefore, the producer didn't know where the rumored man was. He could only vaguely discern a bunch of vague shadows, so he could only bow to the shadows.

"Is this the good show you showed our husband?"

It was Secretary Wu who spoke. Although his aura would turn into a quail in seconds when he met a gentleman, he still has the absolute strength to crush in front of outsiders.

"It's... a small bug, please take a look, sir, they must have already dealt with it."

As if to cooperate with him, there was an exclamation of "wow" from downstairs.

Attracted by the sound, footsteps also came from the darkness on the second floor, and it was Qiao Jianshen who turned and looked down.

When the producer saw a play, he hurried in. As soon as he walked in, it was dark, and the people around him couldn't see clearly.

Of course, it's useless even if you can see clearly.

He couldn't get close, and there was always a long row of security guards between him and Qiao Jianshen.

But the advantage is that the second floor is quiet, even if it is far away, it will not affect his introduction.

However, when he took a closer look, his heart stopped again.

10 minutes ago, downstairs.

An Jian is arguing with the photographer.

"What's wrong with asking you to change the scene?"

"This is a famous scene in the book. The director told me that it must be filmed. If it can't be filmed today, I can't pay the job. Besides, we have sent out the promotional draft, and many audiences and fans are also waiting to present this scene. For a scene, when the time comes, public relations will be held accountable, who can take care of it.”

"Then I'll let the actor do a running motion, and you can add a little effect in the later stage."

"It's hard to hide the movement of running. See if you can adjust the clothing."

The photographer actually wanted to complain a long time ago. I took so many sets of photos today, but few of them are usable. An Jian’s design is indeed experienced from the front, but many details cannot stand up to scrutiny. Every time he P pictures P for a long time, he even thought about how to use this look in the play, he couldn't make the actors look like porcelain dolls, who couldn't run or jump.

Even Bai Qingwan walked over, not caring that there were so many reporters present, her displeasure was written all over her face.

"Is it possible?"

"But...it's definitely possible." Even though it was only early spring, An Jian kept wiping his forehead, probably sweating a lot.

After all, Bai Qingwan is the actress, and the whole play is counting on her to bring topics and gimmicks, An Jian dare not offend.

He can only put pressure on the photographer again.

"If this scene doesn't work, you can't change the scene. Don't you have only one plan?"

"But apart from this, there is only the famous scene with the male second." Now who is the male second, and where he is, I don't know. The implication is that this scene of running and hugging is the only choice.

"Catherine, can we try again and just ask the photographer to capture two scenes?"

Bai Qingwan pulled at the lining of the skirt impatiently. "How do you want me to run?"

This design is not for people to exercise.

And Yu Wanwan, who had been watching for a long time, already understood what happened. When she moved forward, Hong Yan knew what she wanted to do, so she quickly grabbed her.

"One more thing is worse than one less thing. Meddling with their affairs will only cause a mess."

"It's okay." Yu Wanwan showed a reassuring expression to Hong Yan, stepped forward, and offered to propose, "Why don't you change the qu train into a shin coat?"

"What do you know, just talking nonsense here, what you said doesn't fit the background of the dynasty at all."

"Why not? Shenyi robes and Hufu shanks existed in the Warring States period." Moreover, since they all used curved trains, why did the shanks of the same era object? In comparison, the shanks should be more convenient. many.

Bai Qingwan had been filming abroad before, and she didn't know what shin clothes were. She looked at An Jian suspiciously, and An Jian bit the bullet and explained, "It's the crotch pants worn by the ancients."

When she heard that it was crotch pants, Bai Qingwan's face turned even worse. She turned around and walked forward, making it clear that she didn't want to care about it anymore.

An Jian hurriedly waved away Yu Wanwan.

"Let's go!"

The reporters around couldn't help laughing too.

"Hahaha, open crotch pants, this woman really dares to say it."

"Yeah, it seems that "Nian Nujiao" didn't let her be the protagonist's costume design is wise. If she is asked to design clothes for Bai Qingwan, she won't be popular in a day."

"Does she really understand design?"

"Yeah, I laughed so hard."

Hong Yan had no choice but to step forward and remind Yu Wanwan.

"You've been tricked."

No matter how unreliable An Jian was, it was impossible for him not to know what a shin coat was. He deliberately said this to fool everyone, just to divert the public's focus, and Yu Wanwan was pulled to block the gun like this.

Now some people still remember that An Jian's clothing design is problematic, and everyone will only think that Yu Wanwan made the first-line movie star wear open crotch pants, which is speechless.

"But... that is indeed the only way not to destroy the current design."

The strange thing is that there is a train under the skirt, which is different from wearing a pair of jeans under the gauze skirt of modern people.

Hong Yan finally found out that this girl is as stubborn as a cow sometimes.

Putting this temper into the design is the spirit of research, but it is too easy to be used by those who are interested.

"Okay, let's go back first."

"But Sister Yanzi, aren't we a whole?" After all, the appearance of the heroine affects the style of the entire crew. Now that An Jian's design is so nondescript, is it possible for them to follow this design?Have you come up with such a weird thing about wearing jeans under a skirt?

"Let's go back and talk about it. You don't think it's embarrassing, but I still think it's embarrassing." Hong Yan had to put on a straight face.

Maybe Yu Wanwan didn't mind, but the ridicule of the people around made her not want to stay here any longer.

At this moment, the small door of the studio was opened.

"Wow!"

The sound of exclamation attracted everyone's attention.

The small door of the studio that was opened happened to be under the peach blossom tree, and an ancient door was specially designed there, so when the man walked out from inside, the whole scene came alive, as if he had just been in the room. I fell asleep in it, and it's the same as walking out.

He crossed the threshold with one leg, took a seat on the threshold, bent one knee, put one hand on the knee, and held a white jade jug in his hand. He only used a jade hairpin to pull up his black hair. Draped over the back.

What made him unable to take his eyes off was his eye-catching red outfit.

The red dress was embroidered with bamboo leaves in dark patterns, and the texture of the needlework made the whole dress three-dimensional, as if there were bright and dark phosphorescent lights walking on him, and at this moment he was sitting astride, with one leg still propped up, the largest This dress is shown to a certain extent.

Obviously he is a man, but this one is as beautiful as a blooming poppy, making people unable to move their eyes away.

Yu Wanwan recognized the dress almost immediately.

Isn't this the one she designed?
If it wasn't brushed off, how could it be worn out and still appear in HL's press conference?

(End of this chapter)