Mr. Captain, we will not make an appointment

Chapter 252

"It's so lively, I've never seen such a lively temple fair with my own eyes." Jian Sixian's eyes glowed with excitement, and she could imagine that she would have a good time next time.

"What are you looking at?" Jian Sixian didn't hear the echo of the man beside him, turned his head to look, but saw the man squinting his eyes, looking coldly at the crowd on the right rear.

Li Jingchuan looked away calmly, "It's okay, let's go play."

"Yeah." Although Jian Sixian was curious, he didn't ask any more questions. He just glanced in the direction he was looking at just now, and walked into the snack street with the man as if nothing had happened.

Until the figures of the two of them completely merged into the crowd and could not be found, a sneaky figure came out from the crowd.

This person looks very ordinary, inconspicuous in the crowd, but the strange thing is that when he makes an expression, he gives people a sharp-mouthed monkey-cheek, wretched and treacherous and not a good person. He also has a camera hanging on his chest. He wears a mark hat and can hide it. It's not hard to guess his identity, paparazzi!
"Huh, damn it, that man's vigilance is too scary, he even noticed it, but with so many people, he should just be aware that someone is following and taking a sneak shot, and he probably didn't know that it was me..." The paparazzi was a little displeased. Talking to himself with certainty, he was both lucky and worried.

The vigilance of being a paparazzi let him know that he should stop here and can't continue working, otherwise he might be really caught. Anyway, he made a lot of money doing this, it's time to end, otherwise He really didn't dare to think about the consequences, and he felt that the man surnamed Li seemed to have a big background, so he couldn't take any more risks.

After making up his mind, the paparazzi took out his mobile phone and quickly dialed a number that was not in the address book...

H City Fashion Pavilion venue.

"I'm so tired."

Jiang Qing returned backstage after the show, sat on a chair with a dark complexion and irritability, closed his eyes and wanted to rest for a while.

However, the other models in the backstage dressing room gathered together in threes and twos, laughing and laughing, making her so noisy that she couldn't rest at all, and her brain hurt so badly that she really wanted to run away and drive these people out one by one.

However, there are so many people here, not only models, but also various fashion designers, brand sponsors, media reporters, etc., so she has no way to do this, but can only endure the tyranny in her heart and tolerate the playfulness of these people.

"Drink some water." Sister Chen gave her a bottle of pure water with habit.

Jiang Qing opened his eyes, with a sharp flash in his eyes, took a few sips of water.

"Is it better?" Sister Chen asked indifferently.

Jiang Qing wiped his forehead, but it was still hot.

Sister Chen thought for a while, then took out the thermometer in her bag, "Take your temperature, I'll see if I need to go to the hospital."

Jiang Qing silently clamped the thermometer under his arm.

"I said, what's going on with you these days? Without telling my manager, you have taken so many catwalks. You flew to this city today, and you will fly to that city tomorrow. There are so many rehearsals every day, and the rest is only on the plane. After a while, I’ll be fine now, I’m tired and sick, but fortunately you endured it today, if you pass out on the runway, you’ll be in the headlines tomorrow!”

"Can you let me be quiet for a while?" Jiang Qing didn't explain at all what he meant by taking the resources without authorization.

Sister Chen was so angry that she simply kept her mouth shut, too lazy to say anything.

Anyway, her manager is already in name only. With the title of manager, she didn't do many things that a manager should do, but Jiang Qing did a lot of conspiratorial things, which is really ironic.

"You can take care of yourself. The photobook of the make-up plan will go on sale at [-]:[-] p.m. online, and the actual channel will go on sale at [-]:[-] a.m. tomorrow morning. Pay attention to it yourself. I'll go outside and call the company." Sister Chen kept silent. Turned around and left.

Jiang Qing shrugged his shoulders mockingly, took out his mobile phone from his bag, browsed around Weibo first, posted a notice on the Weibo of the online sales channel for the photo album at [-] o'clock in the evening, and then looked at some He didn't read any other Weibo about himself, and after a while, he quit, but at this moment, the phone rang.

"Miss Jiang, it's me." The voice on the phone was very obscene, with a hint of flattery.

Jiang Qing frowned disgustedly, his dizzy head became more serious, and immediately his tone and attitude were bad, "What are you calling so late?"

"Of course I got a good photo. Your boyfriend and that mistress have dated all day today, and now they went to the playground to visit the temple fair. They are so in love. I, a single dog, look at it with envy. Why don't you hurry up?" I came to inform you, after all, you are the real girlfriend." The paparazzi said flatteringly.

But Jiang Qing could hear the sarcasm in his tone, sarcasm that her 'real' girlfriend hadn't dated her boyfriend, but instead let the 'little three get ahead'.

Jiang Qing was so angry that she would have been furious by now if she hadn't had much strength in her body.

To Jiang Qing, the paparazzi's words, even if they are flattering, are words that she is very reluctant to listen to. To her, they are all ironic, ridiculing, and contemptuous.

It's just because she knows in her heart that she is not Li Jingchuan's girlfriend at all, but that 'little three' is!
But she definitely couldn't say these words.

"Heh, you don't need to talk nonsense, just send me the photo as usual." Jiang Qing said coldly holding back his anger.

What the paparazzi wanted was her words, "Okay, I'll send you an email in a while, as for the money... Ms. Jiang just put it into my card number, but there is one more thing..."

"Say!" The blue veins on Jiang Qing's forehead twitched, thinking that the paparazzi was about to show an ugly face again, and asked her to add the price for the follow-up and photos.

Unexpectedly, the paparazzi said: "Miss Jiang, I'll send you the photo later, and you send me the money, we'll get both money and goods, and I won't do anything for you."

"What did you say?" Jiang Qing gritted her teeth and squeezed out these four words with an ugly expression. She didn't expect that the paparazzi planned to quit!

Facing the anger and murderous intent coming from the phone, the paparazzi smiled without fear, and said ruffianically: "Miss Jiang, you should also know that as a paparazzi, you are very alert and have a strong sense of smell. It was discovered by your boyfriend, and according to my stalking of your boyfriend during this period, I found that he seems to have a great background, do you think such a person can be confronted by me, a paparazzi?"

"You are greedy for life and afraid of death!" Jiang Qing yelled angrily into the phone, regardless of whether he was still in the background or there were so many people there.

Her shout attracted the attention of everyone in the background.

Sister Chen just came back from the phone call, secretly thinking that something was wrong, she quickly apologized and explained with a smile, saying that Jiang Qing was not happy when he lost the game with his friends.

(End of this chapter)