Boss, your mother is black again

Chapter 247 The Exquisite Pig Boy

In the early morning of the next day, Shen Moran got up, put on a delicate makeup, changed into an outfit that could support the scene, got up and went out.

She drove the red Porsche out of the garage, which had been dusty for a long time, and drove straight to Fang Zuo's personal studio.

At that time, Fang Zuo, who had no idea what had happened, was still in a deep sleep, and never expected that Shen Moran would come to him so early in the morning.

Therefore, when the door of the studio was knocked, Fang Zuo lifted the quilt covering his head very impatiently.

Raising his hand and scratching his messy sleeping hair, he stepped on his slippers and staggered towards the door.

While walking, he said impatiently: "Who is it? What time is it now! We are closed here!"

However, the knock on the door still sounded.

Fang Zuo felt a little irritable, and suddenly opened the door of the studio, "I've already said, we are not here at this time."

Before he could say the word "business", Shen Moran, who was wearing sunglasses and a Hepburn-style black dress, stood in front of him gracefully like a lady.

Fang Zuo was stunned for a while, and after a while, he came back to his senses, swallowed the word "business" into his stomach, immediately stood at attention, and began to fiddle with his messy hairstyle.

"Sister Ranran." He smiled awkwardly and greeted obediently.

Shen Moran raised her hand gracefully, took off the huge sunglasses that could cover half of her small face, and smiled gracefully at Fang Zuo.

She raised her eyes and glanced at the messy hairstyle of the person in front of her, which was like a bird's nest.

Fang Zuo at this moment is completely different from what he saw before.

He was a typical urban boy before, always at the forefront of fashion, a delicate pig boy.

Now completely let go of yourself, not slovenly.

Sure enough, in private, men, like women, are too lazy to tidy up.

Shen Moran raised her eyebrows lightly, as she was used to it.

Fang Zuo seemed even more embarrassed, scratched his head uncomfortably, and smiled: "Sister Ranran, why are you here so early?"

"I have something to tell you."

Closer to home, Shen Moran looked at Shang Zuo's eyes with a serious face: "The photo you took for me last time was stolen by someone else, do you know?"

Hearing this, Fang Zuo was taken aback suddenly, his eyes widened slightly, somewhat unexpectedly.

He was completely unaware of this matter.

"Stolen? Who stole it?!"

Fang Zuo was a little surprised and surprised.

These days, some people actually began to steal his photographic works.

Doesn't the misappropriation generally happen to those first-class photographers in the industry?

A photographer like him, who is not particularly popular, would have his works stolen!

For a moment, Fang Zuo's mood was a little complicated. He didn't know whether he should be happy or sad.

"See for yourself."

Shen Moran directly threw the photo album that had stolen photos to Fang Zuo, and she stepped into his studio.

In the studio, Fang Zuo, who had just got up from the bed, hadn't had time to tidy up, and the surrounding area was in a mess.

The air is still filled with the hormones of young boys.

However, Fang Zuo didn't care about these, he just flipped through the album that Shen Moran threw to him.

Shen Moran didn't care about details, looked around, and finally found a European-style sofa that was usually used as a shooting prop, and sat down.

With two long legs crossed, she sat there quietly, quietly waiting for him to finish reading.
(End of this chapter)