Chapter 721 His Unrivaledness (1)

When he arrived at Su's parking lot, as soon as the car stopped, he called Wushuang. No one answered the first time, and it wasn't until the second time that he was picked up.

"Hey, Mu Jinchen? I'm Su Ran. Both of us are still taking pictures. Come up directly. We are here in the studio. I will tell the girl at the front desk to bring you up. That's it."

Listening to the busy tone of "beep..." coming from the earphones, Mu Jinchen realized that he didn't even have a chance to speak before someone hung up the phone again.

He sighed softly. The fiancée of Young Master Jun's family was really happy. The problem was that her happiness was based on the unhappiness of others.

Mr. Mu said he was very depressed, but he really admired Jun Xiang.

He took out the key and got out of the car. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the flowers and plants in the trunk. After a closer look, he discovered that there seemed to be a small sapling at the very edge.

He was startled for a moment, feeling even more depressed. He couldn't help but raise his hand and rub his forehead. Are small saplings considered flowers? When did it move up?

He shook his head and got out of the car with a sigh.

Su Ran was quite reliable in doing things. When Mu Jinchen followed the receptionist in the lobby to the studio, Wu Shuang pretended to be paralyzed in the studio. After dozens of facial expressions, she felt that she was really going to be paralyzed.

"The left side is a little lower... ok, the chin is a little too high, eh, yes, beautiful! Take another picture, put your hand to gently support the chin, um, yes, that's it, great..."

When Mu Jinchen stood in front of the reflector, a professional photographer was teaching Wushuang the concave shape.

Wearing a black embroidered retro cheongsam, Wushuang posed in various poses according to the photographer's instructions, which made Mu Jinchen's breath suffocate.

He had never seen Wushuang like this before. The close-fitting black cheongsam showed off her beautiful figure, and also brought out her mysterious, noble, and glamorous temperament. He never knew that Wushuang had such a side. She was graceful. , gentle, lovely... is the most fascinating example of oriental women.

However, at this moment, she had another kind of charm, and this kind of charm also deeply attracted him. That dignified face was that of a singer who had fallen into prostitution in order to make a living in old Shanghai in the 1930s. He was so aloof and noble that he loved Wushuang, something that was engraved from the surface to his bones. It was something he was born with and couldn't be faked.

"How is it? My family is beautiful, isn't it?"

Seeing that Mu Jinchen was in a daze, Su Ran crossed her arms and took the initiative to strike up a conversation.

"nice."

He was able to answer such a question without even thinking, and he actively ignored the words "my family" she said. He was naturally unparalleled in the world.

Su Ran raised her hand and pinched her chin, "I didn't even expect that she could understand the artistic conception so well. She doesn't look like a newcomer taking a hard photo for the first time."

Mu Jinchen was just stunned by the pile of flowers and plants, and then he remembered a big question. Why was Wushuang in the studio and why were these photos taken?

He thought so and asked.

"Of course she is the spokesperson for me. I want the entire fashion world to discover the beauty of my family's twins."

Su Ran said directly, completely ignoring Mu Jinchen's expression that had turned cold. She was so surprised at the first sight that she didn't consider the details. Now that she looked closely, she saw that the cheongsam was slit directly to her thighs, and the stiletto heels of the same color made her unparalleled figure even more beautiful. The white and straight long legs are fully exposed even more perfectly.