Chapter 147： I just record beauty

"Starting at the pinnacle of life (

Sea View One, a top-floor duplex mansion.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Qin Yu saw the little anchor and Wang Hong standing at the door.

"Welcome the boss home!" The little anchor said with a 90-degree bow.

White shirt, black and white V-shaped skirt.

The slender and straight legs are wrapped in black stockings from Balenciaga, and a pair of black satin high heels are on the feet.

Intellectual, charming and charming.

"Welcome the master home." Wang Hong also bowed in greeting at 90 degrees.

The white maid outfit has a transparency of 99%.

White fishnet stockings, short...skirt?

"What's the situation?" Qin Yu frowned, feeling a little flustered.

If you see one of them in front of you, Brother Yu has already turned on the combat mode.

Kill her in the dark, and turn the rivers to the sea.

But what the **** are these two? Want to roll over? ?

"boss."

Cheng Xiyu ran to him in small steps, holding his hand and smiling sweetly: "Surprise!"

five minutes later.

Looking at the little cook who was busy in the kitchen, Qin Yu simply vomited.

Just watch, not touch.

What kind of surprise is this, and the torture is almost the same.

Fortunately, the little anchor is good at observing, and he is aware of his dissatisfaction in time.

"Sister Hong taught me some massage techniques. Boss, go back a bit and I will press your legs."

Pulling his body back one person away from the glass guardrail, Qin Yu put his hands on the handrails.

Turning my eyes to the kitchen downstairs again, the pleasing scenery is warm!

...

Qin Yu, who originally planned to put down his luggage and leave, was delayed for eighty-five minutes.

Before I left, I couldn't help feeling: ‘This fairy is simply a mountain on the road to success. ’

If you think about it again, it should be said that two seats are more appropriate!

When we came to the underground garage, all three cars were cleaned.

Open the door of the Grand Parc GTS, sit in the cab, a faint fragrance wafts.

The little anchor thoughtfully chose an elegant fragrance for him.

Drive the big parcel to the designated position of the navigation, look up to the street.

Isn't this an international restaurant?

"Li Man, I'm here." Parked the car at the door, Qin Yu dialed Li Man's number.

"Don't call it Teacher Li Man?" Li Man's chuckle voice came: "We are on the 24th floor."

"I was a teacher when I was working, shouldn't I be a friend now?"

"Sure enough, as Zhang Han said, your mouth is smooth!"

Qin Yu was full of innocence: How could a simple boy like him slip into his tongue?

On the 24th floor, the stylish male waiter with his hair combed him to the dining table.

This is an international hotel that records the history of the old Hudu.

From the layout to the decoration, to the staff's speech, manners and dress.

Can still make people feel the glory of the past.

However, most people who like this atmosphere are older people.

Shouldn't young people like Li Man prefer the tall and modern style?

"How did you choose here?" Walking to Li Man's side, the waiter pulled the chair away in cooperation.

"I like buildings with history. If architecture is a shell, history is its soul."

Li Man looked at him mischievously: "Don't you think? Master Qin."

"What Master Qin?" Qin Yu looked at her frankly, "I am an amateur."

"Puff~" Zhang Han vomited.

Can you two think about the feelings of ordinary people, am I transparent?

"Forgot to tell you."

Li Man opened his handbag, took out a certificate and handed it to him: "Your work has won an award."

First prize in WPP portrait category.

"And this." A medal in a box was pushed in front of him by Li Man.

Qin Yu opened it and took a look, then put it down again: "It's yours."

Rejecting WPP's medal honor in such an understatement, Zhang Han couldn't help but close his mouth in shock.

If it were her, this would already cry with joy holding the medal.

If you are thankful, you can count from the imperial court to the pets you raised when you were a child.

"Although it was made by me, the work was actually done independently by you."

Li Man was smiling, but his tone was full of persistence: "It should belong to you, I won't want it."

"This is not compliant, and the school will have opinions." Zhang Han couldn't help but remind.

"I voluntarily gave up giving it to him, who has an opinion?"

Li Man curled his lips in disdain, and said, "Whoever has an opinion let him come to me, your school doesn't care about this."

Lixin doesn't even have a news department, so he cares about the rules of a fart!

This wave is all about trying to keep up the heat, by the way, add a bit of resume and glory to the school.

Now, Qin Yu has won the medal, which is still the gold medal in the portrait category.

If this is to preach that it is more worthy of face, those schools with journalism departments should not go crazy with jealousy.

WWP is not a krypton gold competition organized by local tyrants.

It is one of the most authoritative and influential events in the world, although it has been a bit unsatisfactory these years.

But a lean camel is bigger than a horse, not to mention that WPP has not fallen to that point.

Its authority and influence are still recognized by the industry and society.

In Li Man's view, Qin Yu would reject this medal.

I don't know what WWP represents in the world.

"You have to know that with this medal it can be said that colleges and universities with journalism departments can pick you up." Li Man looked at him with urgent expectations.

I clearly want him to devote himself to the great ‘photography’ career.

"I'm a pure fan, so I don't care about photography." Qin Yu refused without hesitation.

Are you kidding me, professional photographers do human work?

It's just a matter of finding materials all over the world, it's tropical rain forests, grasslands, deserts, and poles at every turn.

Otherwise, he would run into the war zone and take tear-jersey photos at the risk of his life.

Don't enjoy the current good life, take the initiative to find abuse!

ill?

"You...really a waste of talent." Li Man screamed, hating iron for not being steel.

"How can it be said that it is waste?"

Qin Yu was not convinced: "A pure photographer is only responsible for recording beauty, not chasing fame and fortune!"

"Like me, I am very good at shooting portraits, especially beautiful ones, women."

"Puff~" The wine in Li Man's mouth almost squirted out of his nose.

"Cough cough~" He covered his mouth with a napkin in embarrassment, and it took a long time for Li Man to recover.

Putting down the napkin with lip marks, Li Man smiled horizontally: "It's the first time I have heard someone say **** is so great."

Qin Yu took a sip of wine, and responded calmly: "Isn't beautiful women beautiful?"

"The world is made up of countries, and countries are made up of cities."

"The city is composed of streets and buildings, and the streets and buildings are composed of people."

"Without these combinations, even if the building is still there, the city will be annihilated."

Looking at his handsome profile, serious expression and tone.

A faint light flashed in Li Man's eyes, turned away unnaturally, and hurriedly took the wine glass to his mouth.