When Jiang Tu spoke, Wen Tingxue remembered that Chi Zerui was better at racing.
He didn't ride motorcycles much.
Moreover, he had been busy with racing competitions lately, probably hadn't touched a motorcycle for a long time.
"?"
Wen Tingxue looked at him, not understanding.
The next second, at his hint, she looked at the sultry beauty beside him.
She was almost plastered against Jiang Tu, her hands tightly gripping his waist.
"..."
Such an ambiguous pose.
"If you don't want to fall off, hold on to me tightly."
After speaking, afraid she would be too shy to do it, he grabbed her hand and forced her to hold him.
The young girl's body stiffened for a moment, then she actively hugged him.
A soft, fragrant bundle pressed against his back.
Chi Zerui admitted that he had a few moments of wandering thoughts.
But he quickly regained his composure.
The gun fired, and the two cars shot out like leopards, almost neck and neck.
However, after three laps, Chi Zerui had already lapped Jiang Tu by a full circle.
The crowd's cheers erupted wave after wave.
When they crossed the finish line, the cheers reached their peak, almost drowning out the entire stadium.
Wen Tingxue couldn't enjoy the thrill. After Chi Zerui carried her off the motorcycle, her legs went soft, and she rushed to a tree to vomit.
She hadn't eaten much that day, so she was mostly vomiting water, her stomach churning uncomfortably.
In the sunlight, her profile was almost transparently pale.
Chi Zerui's brow furrowed with concern.
Wen Tingxue paced back and forth anxiously, "How much longer until the clothes are returned?"
Some of the costumes for the shoot were haute couture, which had recently been loaned out to celebrities for red carpet events.
There was a major awards ceremony today, so the costumes couldn't be kept here for too long.
The colleague in charge of costumes said, "Forty minutes at most."
"Forty minutes?" Wen Tingxue rubbed her hair with a headache, "I'm afraid it won't be enough time, right?"
"If it's not enough time, we'll have to find someone else."
Chi Zerui suddenly appeared, followed by the person in charge from the G brand.
Wen Tingxue quickly greeted them. The person in charge smiled and said, "Don't be so nervous. If Miss Kang really can't make it..."
The person in charge paused and their gaze shifted from polite to appraising.
Wen Tingxue: "?"
"You? What do you mean?" She didn't quite understand.
The person in charge smiled and withdrew their gaze, saying, "Miss Wen has a good appearance. I heard you were a print model before?"
"Ah..."
Wen Tingxue was taken aback when this was suddenly brought up.
Chi Zerui chimed in, "Yes, actually, I think Tingxue's appearance is better than Kang Jiani's. Why don't we have her shoot, and then just use AI to change her face at the end."
Wen Tingxue: "??"
"That won't work," she refused immediately.
However, the person in charge nodded, "If there's no other way, then that's what we'll have to do."
Wen Tingxue: "...Alright."
After all, they were the client.
Coming out of the dressing room, Chi Zerui had already changed and was standing in the shooting area.
With broad shoulders and a narrow waist, he exuded an extraordinary aura, much like a groom waiting for his bride.
Wen Tingxue, holding up her skirt as she walked forward, suddenly froze.
Whether it was her imagination or not, she felt that this haute couture outfit looked very much like...
"You two don't look like you're here to shoot a poster, but rather a wedding dress."
The photographer joked casually.
Wen Tingxue: "..."
It really wasn't her imagination.
The white, flowing skirt and the matching veil couldn't have been more alike.
Thinking of this, Wen Tingxue stepped forward again.
Chi Zerui, afraid she would twist her ankle in her heels, bowed and offered her a gentlemanly hand.
The scene was so beautiful that the photographer instinctively wanted to capture it.
The shutter also clicked for a female colleague hiding in the shadows.
...
Looking at his beloved, who was so close and veiled, Chi Zerui silently said two things in his heart.
One was: I love you.
The other was: I do.
But all he could actually say was, "You look so beautiful today."
"Thank you."
After regaining her balance, Wen Tingxue withdrew her hand and replied politely.
Clearly, she didn't take his compliment seriously.
Chi Zerui smiled bitterly in his heart. This was the consequence of being a player; no matter how sincere his compliment, she would only dismiss it as perfunctory.
But he had only ever complimented her.
Once he realized his feelings, his eyes could hold no one else.
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Emerging from the vocal practice room, Yu Wenli received a message from an unknown number.
He originally didn't intend to read it, but as he was about to delete it, he noticed it was a multimedia message.
After a moment's hesitation, he opened it.
In the photo, his good friend, who had just returned to the country, was holding his girlfriend's hand.
The outfit looked very much like a wedding dress at first glance.
And even more so upon closer inspection.
"?"
Jiang Yi, who had followed him out, suddenly felt a chill. He looked up and saw that his brother Yu's face was as dark as ink, his gaze as if he wanted to kill someone.
"Uh," Jiang Yi was stunned and asked, "Brother Yu, what's wrong?"
Yu Wenli left without looking back, his steps unusually hurried.
Jiang Yi: "?"
There wasn't even an earthquake, so why was he walking so fast?
This side.
After changing out of the formal wear, Wen Tingxue completely collapsed onto the makeup chair.
She stared at the ceiling, her mind blank.
It was at this moment that Yu Wenli's call came through.
"?"
Why was he calling at this hour?
The young girl scratched her head in confusion, swiped to answer, "You..."
Before she could speak, Yu Wenli directly asked, "What are you doing?"
His tone was a little abrupt.
Wen Tingxue: "?"