Zhang Qianbo smiled warmly when he heard what they said: "now that everyone already knows, things will be better done. You all know that I am absolutely sincere to tinger. She is the first girl I like. After this event, I know that I stand up to protect her when she needs it, so I hope you can help me."

The photographer firmly patted Zhang Qianbo on the shoulder: "don't worry, helping your brother must help you, but you said so much and didn't say your plan."

Zhang Qianbo patted his head: "Oh, look at me, I forgot. I think it's tinger's birthday in a few days. I want to surprise her on her birthday and confess to her. Then can you please help me arrange the venue at that time, preferably quietly, and bring tinger out after the play."

"Ha ha, what you think is quite romantic!" the makeup artist looked at Zhang Qianbo with a bright light in his eyes and agreed with his plan very much.

"It's up to me to bring tinger out." Liu Xuerong patted Zhang Qianbo on his chest. As a broker, he followed Liu tinger every day and asked her to stay at the scene of confession. It's a piece of cake.

"We're the two of us to do the heavy work on the site," the photographer said to Zhang Qianbo.

"Well, well, thank you. If the confession is successful, I'll invite you to a big meal." Zhang Qianbo is ecstatic, but he's still not confident. After all, he's not sure Liu tinger will promise himself.

Liu Xuerong looked at Zhang Qianbo, smiled, patted him on the shoulder, solemnly said, "be confident in yourself. I have been with Liu tinger for three or four years. I know her temper and temperament. You are the first man around him to walk so close to her. I believe she doesn't have no feelings for you."

"Is what you said true?" Zhang Qianbo raised his eyes excitedly and suddenly had some confidence.

Liu Xuerong nodded: "of course, I wish you success!"

"OK, I will work hard!" Zhang Qianbo nodded firmly. He will work hard, try to protect Liu tinger from further harm, and try to stand beside her to protect him from the wind and rain.

Zhang Qianbo's leg injury was almost healed, and then she devoted herself to preparing her confession. Liu tinger focused on filming. In her spare time, she ate with Zhang Qianbo, and their feelings also warmed up.

The days went on in such an orderly manner.

The halo rendered by the sun flows in the sky. In the layers of clouds, it seems that several birds have flown by. The track of the plane is depicted by the traces of the cloud, so vivid and so lingering.

Shu Cheng is in a good mood and receives a call from Shen He.

"Shu Cheng, the book is ready for you." Shen He said calmly at the other end of the phone.

Shu Cheng's eyes lit up, but it was good. All the flowers she waited for were going to thank.

"Where are you? I'll go there now." Shu Cheng stood up from his chair and walked out as he said.

"I'm in RS studio. The model has been brought over. You can come and have a look." Shen He's tone didn't make any waves.

Shu Cheng gave a sound, hung up the phone, and then came to the RS studio as quickly as possible.

"Let me read." Shu Cheng pushed the door in and said directly.