"After counting, she is about thirty years old, five years older than me, but her skin care is much better than mine, and when you look at the photos, I look bigger than her..."

Xu Jiamu faced Yang Sisi's muttering words, but turned his head and smiled at her: "I'll go to the bathroom, you'll wait for me here."

Yang Sisi nodded obediently.

Xu Jiamu didn't say anything else, slowly stood up, took a look at Song Xiangsi, who was standing on the high platform, followed the photographer's instructions, and made various movements and expressions, then turned around and walked out of the studio.

-

After taking the last set of photos, Song Xiangsi took off her makeup, she went to the bathroom to wash her face.

There were bathrooms on both sides of the studio. Song Xiangsi habitually walked to the right, but halfway through, she saw Xu Jiamu standing at the door of the bathroom smoking.

Song Xiangsi paused for a moment, hesitating whether to turn around to the bathroom on the left. Xu Jiamu, who was smoking, seemed to notice something, held a cigarette butt in his mouth, turned his head, and his deep eyes stared at her face.

Song Xiangsi subconsciously clenched the facial cleanser in her hand, then lowered her eyes and walked forward calmly with a calm and slow step. When passing by Xu Jiamu, Song Xiangsi could clearly feel the man's gaze falling on her side. Just when she thought he would call him, the man suddenly lowered his head and pressed the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray beside him.

After Song Xiangsi finished washing her face, she just walked to the bathroom door and heard Xu Jiamu's deep voice outside: "Well, I'll come here right away... Just wait for me at the door of the studio... Um..."

Then Xu Jiamu hung up the phone. After about half a minute, Song Xiangsi heard the sound of Xu Jiamu's steps getting farther and farther away.

Song Xiangsi waited until she couldn't hear Xu Jiamu's footsteps, and she walked out of the bathroom. Her eyes couldn't help but fall on the place where Xu Jiamu had just stood. The ashtray next to her was full of cigarette butts from a hill, all of which were the same brand... So... were all Xu Jiamu just stood here to suck?

She always knew that Xu Jiamu could smoke, but he was not addicted to smoking, and only when he was in a bad mood, he would smoke a few.

In her memory, the most powerful time when Xu Jiamu smoked was when Qiao Anhao was exposed to a scandal and his mother was sent to the Public Security Bureau by him.

But no matter how strong it was at that time, it was not as strong as it is today.

Is there anything unhappy about him today?

"Sister Xiangsi, why are you standing here stupidly? Everyone is waiting for you!"

Song Xiangsi's assistant waited for a long time, but before she could come back, she hurriedly ran over to look for it.

Song Xiangsi hurriedly pulled her eyes back from the ashtray beside her, ignored her assistant's words, and handed her facial cleanser directly to her, then took a step back to the studio.

-

In the evening, Xu Jiamu, who was the advertiser, invited the staff who had been busy for a day to have supper.

The private room is very large, and there is a round table that can sit down dozens of people.

Song Xiangsi and Xu Jiamu are far apart.
Chapter completed!