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She, a person who has really experienced the ancients, once entered the state, behaved really like the person who belonged to that era.

However, because she wore a cheongsam and was a modern dress, she exhibited both subtle and 10,000 styles unique to the old Shanghai period. The material of the cheongsam is silk, thin and close to the body, which perfectly outlines the attractive curve, and the pipa buckle of the neckline adds a bit of dignity and restraint.

In China, cheongsam has undoubtedly become a symbol of whether a woman is feminine. A woman who can conquer cheongsam is naturally full of styles.

For example, Su Kui now.

I saw that she was sometimes dignified and elegant, and sometimes lazy. Even if she did not look at the camera, she could really feel the prosperity and calmness of the old Shanghai from the inside out.

Breeze Yulu Qing, move to dark fragrance——

For some reason, this poem popped up in Mu Si Li, who grew up abroad. In fact, what I want to take, what I want to take, there are already hard photos of feeling, but he can't control his hand to press the shutter.

Every photographer has a quirk, that is, he wants to put all the beautiful things seen in the world into the camera and make them eternal.

Probably Su Kui is in his eyes at this moment, it is something that needs to be circulated and needs to be collected.

Because of Su Kui's high coordination, the photos were taken very quickly. After Musley recovered, he realized that his back pain was sore. The T-shirt on his excited back was sweaty and the forehead was also densely covered. Sweat beads.

He reacted, casually raised his sleeves and wiped his forehead, but when he looked up, he saw Su Kui looking at him with a smile, and he blushed awkwardly.

Su Kui got up and thanked him with a smile, "Thank you, hard work."

"Yes, it should be," Musri shook his head quickly.

Another videographer also agreed with Musri's words, saying that he was working in his own job, no need to thank.

After talking, the two people consciously stepped back and gave the space to Su Kui to remove makeup and change clothes.

Probably Su Kui was the fastest person in the filming of 20 people. It took only two hours for the whole group of hard photos to be taken. She looked at the sky because the phone was confiscated. Three points.

Now that the task is completed, she is not in a hurry, because there is no water here, she is ready to change the clothes, makeup and wait to return to the villa and wash.

After being coldly hugged from behind, Su Kui was shocked, and then felt his shoulders sink, and the familiar smell of mint tobacco instantly circulated in the nasal cavity.

Through the dusty mirror, Su Kui could vaguely see a hairy blond head resting on her shoulder, and the blue eyes looked at her through the mirror, Auguste.

Su Kui's eyes narrowed slightly, avoiding his sight, and asked lightly, "Why are you here? What about them outside Musiri? Did you see you too?"

Auguste bent over, slender fingers playing with the pipa clasp on her neckline, and said in a low voice: "Well, I saw."

Su Kui was annoyed, and her elbows would slam back when she bent. Augustus gently raised her lips and smiled, catching her easily, turning her around smoothly, embracing the dresser and sitting down.

Seeing Su Kui ignored him with a cold face, and was not angry, "rest assured, except that they did not know that I have been here, during your recording program, there will not be any rumors about us together."