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Wen Ye took her to a room on the second floor.
Xiao Rong dragged her suitcase and followed the man.
The wall lamps in the corridor are dimly lit, and some landscape photos are hung on the walls on both sides of the corridor.
Wen Ye walked a few steps and found that Xiao Rong did not follow him, but instead looked at the photos in the corridor.
"What's wrong?"
Xiao Rong pointed to the photos on the wall, "Where do these photos come from?"
"It seems that Wen Sheng came here."
Xiao Rong pouted, with a hint of disdain on his face.
"Your brother's aesthetics are not very good."
Wen Ye followed her gaze and looked over, "He prefers to collect some famous paintings. In recent years, he seems to be obsessed with photography and likes to collect some award-winning works of photography masters."
??As for things like photos, as long as you want them, you can develop them unlimitedly if you have the film.
But things are rare and valuable. Some well-known photography masters will not let their works become cabbage in the vegetable market. After many people's works are praised, they will directly destroy the negatives and make their works out of print.
"I know." Xiao Rong looked at the photos on the wall, "I know this photographer. He is now very famous in the photography industry and has won many awards. But"
A trace of disdain flashed across her eyes, "They're all plagiarized."
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: Especially excellent works have their own stories and souls, and it¡¯s not just as simple as finding angles and combining skills.
Therefore, there is also plagiarism in photographic works.
Xiao Rong¡¯s profession is that of a photographer. She particularly hates plagiarism. When she sees the plagiarized works on the wall, she doesn¡¯t like them at all.
Xiao Rong looked at Wen Ye, "Do you like this person's works very much?"
"No." Wen Ye said lightly: "These are all arranged by Ah Sheng."
Xiao Rong thought for a while, "It's too bad to look at these plagiarized works all day long. I'll find some better photos to put up some other day. Is it okay to tear these down?"
"Um."
Xiao Rong immediately showed a satisfied expression, "Okay, take me back to the room."
The footsteps of the two people stopped at the door of a room.
Wen Ye pushed the door open and said, "Go and see if you are satisfied with it. If you are not satisfied, then look at something else."
Xiao Rong nodded.
When Xiao Rong walked into the room, he found that Wen Ye did not come in, but was standing at the door. He couldn't help but said: "Why are you standing at the door? Are you a door god? Come in."
Wen Ye looked at Xiao Rong's undefended expression, and his deep black eyes darkened.
"Rongrong, do you know what you are talking about?"
Xiao Rong looked at the man's handsome and elegant face and suddenly said: "Why are you so serious? I'm not stupid. I won't let other men into my room casually."
Although Xiao Rong is a bit nervous, he does not know anything about the defense between men and women.
Xiao Rong would not normally do such a thing as inviting a man into his room.
But she has been taking care of him for so long, and she is so familiar with him. She can freely enter and leave Wen Ye's ward all day long, and it is no different from entering his own room.
When he was in the hospital, he would occasionally go to her room to look for her.
You could enter at that time, why can¡¯t you enter now?
A few seconds later, Xiao Rong heard the footsteps of a man walking in.
Xiao Rong couldn't help but sigh: "Master Wen, what kind of era is this? Why are you still so conservative in your thinking? Is there still such a sense of distance between friends?"
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