"You said you wanted to continue looking for new works to collaborate with Nu Nan for his solo exhibition." Fletcher Ding brought up the interrupted topic again, tapping his fingers on the table as if he had nowhere to rest, "The photos this time were really good. If he can really help you I have no objection to breaking through the bottleneck."
Blaine Xia was a little surprised. He originally thought that Fletcher Ding would object immediately. Seeing that his senior brother was so considerate, he hurriedly got off the donkey, spread his hands and said with a lazy smile: "Is it settled then?"
He pulled out the shooting plan he had written overnight from his computer and was about to open it for Fletcher Ding to see. The hand holding the mouse suddenly covered another man's hand, and Fletcher Ding's close voice came from the back of his neck: "You Are you so fond of that mutter? Is he your muse?"
The touch of the glands on his hands and the back of his neck was so disgusting that Blaine Xia's hair stood on end. He was so horrified that he bent his arms and hit Fletcher Ding's abdomen behind him.
No mercy, just like dealing with any pervert who has no sense of distance.
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