Sweet Beloved Reborn

After solving all the troubles, Song Qinghuan devoted herself to IM advertisement shooting.

Three days later, Song Qinghuan went to country F with IM to shoot.

The perfume product for which Song Qinghuan would shoot an advertisement was named ‘Flower Ripple’, which had two versions, i. e. Flower Ripple Pink and Flower Ripple Golden, and would be launched in spring.

The Golden perfume product was issued in limited edition.

The first product to shoot the advertisement was Flower Ripple Pink, and the shooting place was a European castle.

The sleeping girl in bed had milk-like fairy skin, which was glossy under the orange light. She slowly opened her eyes and sat up, as if she was woken up by the morning light. Her long black hair was as smooth as silk, even though she had not combed it.

Song Qinghuan in the camera raised her arm, and tidy her hair with her fingers, messy but sexy. Her peach blossom-like eyes were still condensed with a layer of water mist because she woke up just now, which made her look pure and cute.

While the door opened, Song Qinghuan looked up at the direction of the door, but actually looked directly at the camera.

Outside the camera, everyone gasped. Some people hurriedly covered their nose, and a few bright red colors could be seen in their fingers.

The maid dressed for the duke’s daughter, and the big high-waisted skirt brought out both dignity and cuteness. Song Qinghuan in the camera was full of exotic features.

She raised her chin slightly, leaving the delicate and beautiful clavicle half covered, revealing a piece of her white swan-like neck. As the maid served her, the girl in the camera yawned, and two drops of tears came out of her peach blossom-like eyes. The tears did not slide down the cheek, but hung on the thick eyelashes. The camera focused and fixed.

“Cut! Pass!”

“Have a break and prepare for the next shot.”

After the big director with a beard shouted this, cheers came from the scene.

Song Qinghuan thanked the person who played the maid firstly, since the shooting work today was not very smooth. The shot of getting up scene alone took up more than half a day, and it was already evening.

This internationally renowned director was more critical than Xu Hao, and his requirement even went precisely to her hair. Among so many re-shooting cases, for example, one was just because a strand of Song Qinghuan’s hair was left improperly in her sleeping position, or one was just because the maid who served Song Qinghuan blocked the camera to shoot her, and then all the people were criticized for such a mistake.

After this scene, the next scene was the banquet.

Song Qinghuan was inconvenient to walk in her medieval skirt. There were staff to serve her, someone lifting her skirt, and someone holding her arm to prevent her from falling down.

Everything in this European-style castle seemed to stay in the Middle Ages. Song Qinghuan was no longer alone when she worked. Qiu Meng was very efficient. After submitting his resignation letter directly, he packed and went to country F together with Song Qinghuan.

Song Qinghuan also handed over the IM contract to Qiu Meng.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Qiu Meng firmly grasped the olive branch that Song Qinghuan threw at himself. Instead of feeling sad because of his frustrating experience in love, he devoted himself to his career, and made himself even busier than Song Qinghuan.

At this moment of break, Qiu Meng handed the lemon honey water he prepared to Song Qinghuan and sighed, “Every time I lift my foot, I feel my feet are stepping on the golden treasures.”

“Hmm?” Song Qinghuan bite the straw and look at him with a smile.

Qiu Meng prepared everything she drank, and didn’t accept any drink given by outsiders. Some people in the crew were sinister, and Qiu Meng witnessed the incident that the people in the crew drugged other’s drinks due to jealousy.

All the working staff in the shooting site were foreigners, from the director to the field service staff. IM sent an interpreter to Song Qinghuan, and accompanied her in the whole journey during the advertisement shooting.

Song Qinghuan and Qiu Meng didn’t need the interpreter at all. Song Qinghuan knew several languages. The reason why Song Shuyao was so hot and was shaped into a goddess image in the last life was all because she stepped on Song Qinghuan’s talent.

Song Qinghuan had a good memory and learned a lot, and now she used what she had learnt to enrich her own life.

The field service staff were still setting up the scene, without making too much noise, though there were many people working there. The assistant director was asking the staff to be careful with the objects in the house, for fear of damaging these old antiques in the castle.

Song Qinghuan saw Qiu Meng’s shoe covers on his feet, and then saw that all the staff members were wearing shoe covers, even the director himself, but she was wearing a pair of high-heel shoe props on her feet.

Seeing the confusion in Song Qinghuan’s eyes, Qiu Meng explained in a low voice, “It is said that everything inside is authentic artwork. It is inevitable that the crew would dirt them when they come in and out, so many prohibition clauses have been set up.” Qiu Meng sighed, “This old castle is simply a gold hill.”

“We don’t understand the world of nobles.”

Qiu Meng nodded in agreement.

When the filming continued, the scene had turned into a banquet scene. Song Qinghuan looked at a glass of wine in her hand with relaxed eyes, shaking the glass at will, and her elegant and noble temperament stood out in the whole banquet.

A male earl in a tuxedo invited her to dance. The dim lights blurred her face, but made her more fascinating and charming.

However, that duke’s daughter seemed not interested in it.

After shooting all the indoor scenes, they shoot the outdoor scenes the next day.

Song Qinghuan’s white face is slightly reddened by the sun, under the background of green and delicate branches and leaves, dotted with beautiful and gorgeous red rosa multiflora.

In this scene, Song Qinghuan was the daughter of a medieval nobleman who came out of the painting. She walked with a very elegant gait, showing a bit sense of comfort and carelessness, as if she was ignoring the flowers and plants in the garden.

However, she was attracted by a butterfly that suddenly appeared in the banquet hall. The dancing butterfly took her away from the boring banquet hall, went all the way through the castle and finally came to the Rose Garden.

The butterfly leading the way for the Duke’s daughter stopped under the delicate red rosa multiflora on the wall, while the Duke’s daughter seemed to be attracted by rosa multiflora, and the camera focused on her long eyelashes as thick as butterfly wings under the sun.

Then, she touched the rose petals gently with the tip of her fairy and long finger, and the butterfly flied around her finger. The close-up shot was made for every move of them.

The breeze blew gently, bringing up the fragrance of roses and flowers, and the girl seemed to be bewitched. Her fingertip was pierced by a thorn on the stem, and a deep red blood bead seeped out slowly.

Song Qinghuan stared at the blood bead, seemingly to be very interested in it. She raised her hand slightly and put it under her nose. Her intoxicated expression was somewhat amazing, and her cheeks were inevitably stained with a few drops of flower juice. Then she reached out her pink tongue and rolled them into her mouth. Her peach blossom-like eyes were covered with a layer of ambiguous water mist.

Her dark eyes finally showed a sense of smile. She took off the high heels on her feet, and then tore off the fluffy skirt as if getting rid of the restrictions on herself.

A pair of white jade feet stepped on a thick layer of petals, and a pleasant smile appeared on the Duke’s daughter’s face at that moment.

The whole crew, as well as Chris on the scene, were all brought into the scene by the young girl.

He felt that the perfume was the most romantic product in the world, and that the young girl’s face was somewhat pure and childish, but all her moves were attractive.

Noble and luxurious, in Song Qinghuan’s body, Chris saw his ‘Flower Ripple’.

This was the temptation of ‘Flower Ripple’. You can smell the sweet and greasy fragrance of the girl almost without approaching her.