Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 108 That Paparazzo Who Always Scolds Me 19

As Song Xianyin ate her meal, she felt that Qin Zhaochuan across from her was acting strangely.

He kept fiddling with the camera, taking pictures of her every now and then.

Song Xianyin started to eat awkwardly, and she gave an embarrassed smile: "President Qin, aren't you going to eat?"

Qin Zhaochuan shook his head: "I'm a bit busy right now."

Song Xianyin choked up, then decided to ignore him.

She tried her best to ignore Qin Zhaochuan's actions across from her. He looked serious, as if he was doing something very important.

Song Xianyin had always been the one taking pictures of others; no one had ever taken a picture of her before. Suddenly, she began to understand those who felt uncomfortable in front of the camera.

She can't even get used to one camera, let alone those people facing so many cameras.

"President Qin, when did you become interested in photography?" Song Xianyin asked awkwardly, trying to find a topic to talk about.

Qin Zhaochuan paused for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I suddenly found it quite fun, so I even went to learn it."

Every time he saw her with her hair tied up, carrying a camera and working efficiently, he thought she was dazzling and incredibly cool.

No wonder people say that people look best when they are serious.

He even practiced her pose of holding the camera at home, but when he looked at himself in the mirror, he looked awkward. How come she looked so good holding the camera?

Song Xianyin ate very quickly, and she finished eating in no time.

This is also a habit formed by her profession. There are often breaking news events, so she usually eats very quickly, and she also eats very quickly during special periods.

Qin Zhaochuan was still quietly fiddling with his camera across from them, snapping a few pictures of Song Xianyin.

A moment later, he somewhat awkwardly handed the camera to Song Xianyin: "Miss Song, what do you think of my photos?"

Actually, Song Xianyin really wanted to tell him that she wasn't a photographer, but a paparazzi.

Song Xianyin stared in disbelief at the photos in the camera, never expecting Qin Zhaochuan to have such talent.

Looking at Song Xianyin's expression, Qin Zhaochuan said with a hint of pride, "Not bad, right?"

He had someone specially teach him.

Qin Zhaochuan smiled at her and said, "From now on, you'll take pictures of others, and I'll take pictures of you."

Music played continuously in the restaurant, and the roses on the table emitted a faint fragrance. Under the warm lights, Qin Zhaochuan across from me looked extremely gentle, unlike his usual sarcastic self.

Song Xianyin was silent for a moment, then looked up at Qin Zhaochuan: "Um... I have no intention of dating."

Are their career paths getting a bit out of control?

Qin Zhaochuan's face turned pale instantly, and his eyes reddened as he looked at her.

His lips moved: "What? You misunderstood. That's not what I meant at all. I just think it's a sad thing that no one is taking pictures of you."

He turned his head away somewhat awkwardly: "You must be very sad, no one took your picture, your presence is not as strong as mine, I can beat you in seconds."

Looking at his red eyes, Song Xianyin was also a little flustered: "Um..."

Qin Zhaochuan, his eyes red, raised an eyebrow at her: "Laughable, you don't actually think I like you, do you? I've been watching you for a while now."

Song Xianyin quietly reminded him, "It's not that you've been unhappy for long, it's that you've been unhappy for a long time."

Qin Zhaochuan felt a sharp pain in his heart.

She even looked down on him, even though he was so outstanding.

"Song Xianyin, you're so narcissistic! What are you pretending for? I don't like you at all!"

Qin Zhaochuan grabbed the wine next to him and chugged it down until his face turned red.

Looking at the silent Song Xianyin across from him, Qin Zhaochuan laughed in exasperation: "Why aren't you saying anything, you narcissist! I, Qin Zhaochuan, would rather like this bone on the table than you!"

Tears streamed down her face. Song Xianyin silently handed him a tissue, but Qin Zhaochuan immediately shook it off.

"If you don't even like me, why are you so nice to me? Why do you make other people look so ugly in your photos, but I look so good in mine!"

Qin Zhaochuan was already carried away by his emotions, and people around him looked on curiously.

Qin Zhaochuan couldn't hold back any longer. His first love was gone, and his first confession of love had been rejected. He would never like anyone else again.

He is now heartbroken.

Song Xianyin looked at him sincerely: "Is it possible that it's because you're good-looking?"

That's why she looks good no matter how she's photographed.

But this reason didn't convince Qin Zhaochuan: "But other reporters took really bad photos!"

"Tell me, when exactly did you find out I liked you? You must think I'm ridiculous."

The roses were a subtle way of rejecting him, but he didn't realize it at all.

Song Xianyin was completely confused; she really couldn't keep up with Qin Zhaochuan's pace.

Didn't he just say he didn't like her? How come he likes her now?

At this moment, the music in the restaurant started to turn sad. As Qin Zhaochuan listened to the music, he thought about all the sad things in his life.

Who played that, damn restaurant!

From that day on, Qin Zhaochuan never contacted Song Xianyin privately again.

It's her good fortune that he loves her; his maternal grandmother had his fortune told, and his birth chart is very auspicious.

If she doesn't like it, then forget it.

Because of this incident, Song Xianyin has stopped going to Pei's to film several times, because she felt so embarrassed, even though she had never felt embarrassed about such things before.

Perhaps Qin Zhaochuan is more normal compared to other men?

Sister Lin secretly observed Song Xianyin through the French windows while making a phone call across the street: "I don't know either. She said she has other news."

"We can't force her to go if she doesn't want to."

The secretary across from her couldn't stop sighing. Why wasn't Miss Song coming again?

The president practically ran out, but after scanning for a long time, he couldn't find her anywhere and looked completely dejected.

The secretary walked into the office and said to Qin Zhaochuan, "President, it seems Miss Song doesn't want to come."

Qin Zhaochuan removed the magazine from his face, his defenses crumbling: "Who said I like her? I don't like her at all!"

secretary:?

When did he ask that question? He asked it himself, answered it, and then got angry, right?

Qin Zhaochuan exuded an aura of death. What made him think he liked Song Xianyin? Laughable! He would like her?

The secretary shook his head and left. Oh well, let him suffer alone. He's about to leave work now.

Because of what happened before, Bai Siluo never contacted Qin Zhaochuan again. She was angry at Qin Zhaochuan for helping Song Xianyin, but she had no right to be angry with either of them.

Ye Jun actually wanted to come to her again, asking her to return the money he had spent on her milk tea. Pei Laodeng's men beat him up and then told him to get lost.

Ye Jun's family also knew about this, and they were crying and cursing. That was eight thousand yuan, more than they could earn in a year of farming.

He found them annoying and blocked them.