Chapter 201

Yan Tao picked up his lips. Just now, his indifferent temperament was scattered clean. A pair of peach blossom eyes Rose abnormally, "yes, but don't send it out."

Gaolili: it's over. It's trapped! She was aroused by a teenager! Ah, I'm dying!

"Have you finished? Why haven't you come out yet? I'm waiting to see the good seedlings praised by director Feng."

Feng Wei was really convinced of his old friend's urination and gave him a bad look, "wait, we Xiaoyan have to take pictures."

When the two old men spoke, they suddenly felt a silence around them, followed by the excited screams of female staff. As soon as they looked up, they saw the young childe with wide sleeves walking out. Si Qing was stunned in his eyes.

"Ask the immortal" is backed by the mountain, with abundant financial resources. All the costumes and props go in the best direction. The robes designed by Si Qing are worn on Yan Tao, which perfectly sets off the mysterious temperament of the youth. There is also a kind of ancient rhyme that can't be explained and unknown, which makes people awe.

The boy wore a half mask and only showed his perfect and exquisite chin. However, his peach blossom eyes seemed to be able to see through the hearts of the people. They were careless, noble and natural, and their temperament was as misty as those who were relegated to heaven.

With her left hand behind her, her lips slightly hooked, she walked slowly, as if walking in the hazy morning fog.

The whole body is full of extreme noble Qi.

Feng Wei's eyes widened. His expression was a little dull. He was shocked and couldn't believe it. Finally, it all turned into a surprise.

He knew for a long time that Yantao's performance must be better than he thought.

But I didn't expect to reach this point!

He was excited, but he could restrain himself. The Secretary beside him was different. He immediately issued a series of praises, "my God, are you an angel from heaven? My God, this dress is too suitable for you! I should make it more unique and replace the pattern below with splash ink..."

While praising, Si Qing enthusiastically stretched out his hand and looked at Yan Tao as if he saw a huge treasure. "Hello, I'm Si Qing."

Yantao raised his hand and lifted the mask. The careless action made the female staff cover their beating hearts again.

The face is red and heart is looking at the handsome boy like a demon. He is crazy about flowers. Suddenly Yan Tao turns his eyes, picks his eyebrows, smiles at them and blinks.

The girls swallowed their saliva and tried to keep themselves in the most perfect and beautiful posture. With a lady's smile, they were screaming:... Good Sue! Good boy!!!

Good and handsome, I really want to hold it!

"Hello, Mr. Si Qing." Yan Tao was a little surprised. The middle-aged man with a beard in front of him called Si Qing such a weak name.

The Secretary of state was about to speak. Feng Dao grabbed his shoulder and pushed it aside. He picked up the microphone and shouted to the staff to prepare, "shoot you alone first. When Yu Lin arrived, shoot three people."

Yan Tao stood in front of the white back board, all the lights were turned on and shone on her face. The photographer adjusted the photography angle and found that the position of Yan Tao's station was not quite right with the action, so he frowned slightly and planned to remind. However, before he spoke, he saw Yan Tao change his action, stand on his side, his chin slightly raised, and then his face turned to the side at some angle, facing the lens.

The young man's wide sleeved robe glowed coldly. His eyes looked cold and heartless, but his eyes were as deep and boundless as the universe.

Thin lips dye smile, but that smile is too light, too light.

It is cold and arrogant that belongs to the national teacher.