Lose 100 million today

On weekends, Chuzheng arrived outside Sang Yu's studio early in the morning.

The door was unlocked, so Chuzheng pushed it open and went in.

It was dimly lit inside, and there were two tables with computers on, but no one there.

There are some photos hanging on the walls on both sides, and there are piles of things on the floor, which is a bit messy.

Chuzheng looked inside and saw a staircase leading to the top.

Chuzheng took out her phone and looked at the last message Sang Yu sent, which told her to go in directly...

Then you can go up.

Chuzheng went up the stairs. The light was slightly better upstairs, and it looked like a living room.

Directly opposite is a bed, and the quilt on the bed has been lifted, as if the owner has not had time to clean it up before getting up.

On the other side is a shelf with different cameras and lenses and things like that.

The bed and the shelf should be the neatest places. Things are either piled up or thrown around in other places.

Next to the bed is a desk with a laptop on it.

Chuzheng saw the pictures on the desktop at a glance...

Her eyes narrowed.

Wow——

The door to the bathroom was pushed open, and the man came out carrying water mist. He was only wrapped in a bath towel, his upper body was naked, and his muscle lines were smooth and full of tension.

When the man came out, he suddenly saw the person standing outside. He was startled for a moment, then hurriedly returned to the bathroom and closed the door, leaving only a crack.

"Why are you up here?" A voice asked from the bathroom.

"You didn't say I couldn't come up."

"..."

Normal people would wait downstairs, but who would run upstairs?

Sang Yu heard footsteps outside, and she came over here...

The girl's voice came in: "Why do you put my photo on your computer desktop?"

Sang Yu: "!!!"

His computer is on!

Thinking of this, Sang Yu's heart was in her throat, but when she thought about it again, she had already seen it...

There was a gentle knock on the bathroom door: "Did you get my permission to secretly photograph me?"

Sang Yu didn't dare to make a sound inside, feeling nervous and uneasy about being caught red-handed doing something bad.

Sang Yu took a deep breath and defended himself: "I just think that photo is good, out of professional appreciation."

Chuzheng leaned outside, tilted her head, and looked at the faint outline of the bathroom: "Do you think the photo is good, or do you think the person is good?"

Sang Yu's breathing stagnated again.

There was no sound inside. If she hadn't watched Sang Yu go in, Chuzheng would have doubted if there was anyone inside.

"Is this question difficult to answer?" It took so long to think about it?

Sang Yu still didn't speak.

After all, Chuzheng's patience was limited: "How long do you plan to stay in there?"

Sang Yu: "..."

He also wanted to go out, but he didn't take any clothes into the bathroom. The only cover he had was the towel on his body. How could he get out?

Sang Yu took a breath: "Can you go downstairs first?"

"Why?"

"I want to change clothes."

"Change it, I can't see it."

"..." Sang Yu endured it: "My clothes are outside."

"I don't mind." Anyway, you have to watch it sooner or later. It doesn't make any difference if you watch it sooner or later.

Sang Yu was probably gritting his teeth: "I mind."

Pretentious!

Chuzheng asked him: "Where is it? I'll get it for you." Why am I so good?

"..."

Don't treat yourself like an outsider.

No one outside had any intention of leaving, and it was no big deal to waste so much time. Sang Yu could only ask Chu Zheng to get his clothes.

There were not many clothes in the closet, but they were arranged fairly neatly. Chuzheng picked up a set of clothes casually.

Sang Yu finally changed his clothes and came out. His hair was still wet and dripping with water, but he couldn't care less at this time.

"Why did you come so early?"

Chu Zheng’s reply to the Eight Sutras: “Go to bed early and get up early.”

"..."

Sang Yu immediately went to close the computer. He turned around and wanted to speak, but his shoulder was suddenly pushed and he sat directly on the chair.

The body turned half a circle with the chair, and the girl's face was enlarged before his eyes. Sang Yu forgot to breathe for a moment and looked at her blankly.

Chuzheng held the armrest of the chair with her left hand, and touched Sang Yu's wet hair with her right hand.

Sang Yu's heart raised in his throat, some random thoughts flashed through his mind, and there seemed to be an element of ambiguity in the air.

Then he heard: "Where is the wind?"

Sang Yu: "..."

"No."

Chuzheng let go of the armrest of the chair and stood up straight. Sang Yu felt that the air was flowing freely, but his heartbeat could not calm down for a long time.

He watched Chu Zheng leave, found a dry towel from somewhere, and covered it with Sang Yu's confused gaze.

Sang Yu: "..."

When Chu Zheng wiped her hair, it was like rubbing a rubber ball. Sang Yu was so rubbed that he doubted his life.

Sang Yu's head was shaken, and he quickly said: "I can do it myself..."

"do not move!"

The girl's tone was fierce and she didn't let Sang Yu do it on his own.

Sang Yu: "..."

Sang Yu now doubted whether he was dreaming. This scene... seemed a bit weird no matter what.

But Sang Yu felt that this scene was enviable.

Like people who have been together for a long time...

In an instant, Sang Yu suppressed that thought, what was he thinking about.

Chuzheng touched her hair and felt that it was about the same, so she let him go. When Sang Yu breathed a sigh of relief, the girl suddenly turned around and rested her hands on the armrests of the chair.

Sang Yu: "!!!"

Chuzheng didn't do anything, she just asked him seriously: "What do you want for breakfast?"

Sang Yu wanted to tell her to stand still and talk properly, but when he met Chu Zheng's gaze, the words he spoke changed their taste: "Milk and bread."

Chuzheng nodded: "Pack up and go out to eat later."

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Sang Yu didn't come back to his senses until he walked out of the studio, locked the door, and was illuminated by the sunlight outside.

Why did he just listen to her?

Chuzheng picked a store and bought him milk and bread.

Sang Yu: "..."

I always feel like something is weird.

Sang Yu finished breakfast in silence, and Chu Zheng asked him where he was going to shoot.

"You didn't bring any clothes?"

"Isn't this okay?" Chuzheng pointed to her clothes.

"..." It's not impossible, it's just too casual.

[Little sister, you can wear the original owner’s little skirt~] The king number jumped out with a swish.

You are dreaming!

[Miss, that little skirt is very expensive, okay? And don’t you think it’s exciting? 】

Chuzheng: "..."

Has the bastard seen something strange recently?

What's exciting?

It would be better to let her die than let her wear that kind of clothes.

[...] The King Perseveres: [Maybe the good guy likes it? 】

So what if he likes it?

Do I still have to accommodate him in what he wears? I won't!

[…] Okay, let’s do a mission. [Main task: Please buy ten sets of clothes of different styles, different colors, suitable for taking pictures, with the price of each set not less than 30,000 yuan. The time limit is two hours. 】

Chuzheng: "..."

I'm going to kill you! !

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