Professional Stand-in, With an Hourly Salary of 100,000

Song Shiyu leaned against the driver's car window and lit a cigarette, but didn't smoke. He only slightly watched the red spark go out in the dim light.

He just saw Ji Xinxin off at the airport this afternoon.

Ji Xinxin went to Paris, France. This distance is not a big deal to Song Shiyu. The plane can go back and forth even in a day, but the separation is still so uncomfortable.

So Song Shiyu naturally remembered the existence of Ji Fanyin.

Although it was only yesterday that he and Ji Fanyin mentioned the end of the private substitute relationship, this was a clear contradiction, but Song Shiyu knew that Ji Fanyin would not refuse.

Who makes Ji Fanyin like him?

Song Shiyu's heart moved slightly when recalling Ji Fanyin, who showed all his five senses during the practice banquet at noon.

For this heartbeat, he drove from Ji's house to the address she sent after talking with Ji Fanyin.

It was an apartment building on the edge of the city center. It was considered high-end, and valuable cars could be seen everywhere in the underground parking lot.

The smoke that Song Shi met only burned only a finger, and someone came out of the elevator.

He looked up absent-mindedly.

At this look, he couldn't take his gaze back.

--so similar.

It wasn't until Song Shiyu walked in front of Song Shiyu in a white lace dress with wide shoulder straps and smiled that the latter came back to his senses: "Ji Fanyin?"

Ji Fanyin smiled and spread a hand toward him, palm up.

Even knowing that this person is Ji Fanyin and not Ji Xinxin, Song Shiyu's attitude is unconsciously relaxed: "What do you mean?"

"Charging system." Ji Fanyin said.

Her voice has also changed slightly in peace.

If you have to say something, it's more like Ji Xinxin.

So Song Shiyu wasn't angry. He even smiled and said with great interest, "You are so short of money?"

"It's more lacking than you think," Ji Fanyin nodded, not ashamed, "Song Master has a big family, isn't it bad?"

"The money can be given to you," Song Shiyu asked meaningfully, pressing the cigarette **** to the window, not worried about whether it would burn the expensive glass, "but can you meet my requirements?"

"Since it is a fee-based service, all reasonable requirements can of course be met." Ji Fanyin answered calmly.

If he hadn't known Ji Fanyin for so many years and knew that Ji Xinxin was already on the plane, Song Shiyu would have doubted whether the person in front of him was Ji Fanyin himself.

"Then you learn how to bark and listen." He said with a smile.

Song Shiyu looks very expensive and a little bookish, and even the word "dog barking" in his mouth seems so slow and reasonable.

Ji Fanyin looked a little surprised at his expression: "My sister originally looked like this in your heart?"

Song Shiyu chuckles, mocking Ji Fanyin's irresponsible comparison: "But you are not your sister."

"No." Ji Fanyin lightly rejected him, "I only provide one service, which is to play Ji Xinxin. If you don't accept it, I will find another client."

She smiled and clamped the hair on her cheeks behind her ears, revealing her white ears.

"——I believe someone will need it."

Song Shiyu looked at Ji Fanyin's nonchalant gesture, smiled and lit a second cigarette.

This time he took a sip, and frivolously sprayed the smoke on Ji Fanyin's face: "Okay, just as you apologized for spending so much time with me before, how much is it?"

Ji Fanyin took out the tablet computer with a smile on his face: "The business has just started, and the fee schedule is relatively simple for the time being, Song Gongzi will just look at it."

Song Shiyu lowered his head and glanced casually.

It's pretty simple, but it's also pretty detailed.

[Working hours: Monday to weekend, from 9 am to midnight, only by appointment, one-to-one service, no on-call service is accepted. 】

[Service content: In addition to acting, it can be put forward at the time of appointment, and reasonable requests will be accepted according to the situation. 】

[Price: starting from 100,000 yuan per hour, all distances and preparations are not included in the payment time, and less than one hour is calculated as one hour. We are not responsible for any additional expenses during the service period. 】

[Premium price: If you cannot make an appointment in an emergency, or need services outside of working hours, a premium of 2-10 times will be calculated, and the service can only start after both parties agree. 】

【Charges: Pay first and then service. No credit is accepted. Gifts must be indicated when transferring money. 】

Song Shiyu laughed and said, "One hundred thousand per hour? Ji Fanyin, do you know how much I will pay for calling a star to accompany the wine?"

Ji Fanyin smiled: "Then I have to try to find out. Is the market price of male celebrities and female celebrities the same?"

She clung to her last dignity and refused to show weakness in front of him. Song Shiyu saw her for the first time. He pressed the tablet backward with a bit of mockery: "Ji Fanyin, this is how you get rid of love. How to hurt? Sell your body?"

Ji Fanyin had an expression of "what are you talking about": "This is selling wisdom and energy. Do you know how much energy is spent in acting?"

"Okay, I will play with you with this face." Song Shiyu tapped the tablet with his knuckles, and he whispered maliciously, "Tomorrow from 11 to 2 for three hours, but I want to see you To'Ji Xinxin', not'Ji Fanyin', can you do it?"

With a smile, Ji Fanyin took the tablet back and replaced it with an APP: "In order to ensure the quality of service, Master Song will first make a questionnaire."

Song Shiyu: "?"

...

After getting the questionnaire that Song Shiyu filled out according to his temper, and confirming that he had received the 300,000 yuan he transferred, Ji Fanyin hummed a small tune and walked back to the elevator with wind.

When she entered the elevator and turned around, she found that Song Shiyu was still looking at her at a distance of more than ten meters, and had not moved a step.

The cigarette he had only smoked gleamed scarlet at his fingertips.

Ji Fanyin, who had just been slaughtered, pressed his floor button and waved good night to Song Shiyu in a good mood.

When the elevator door closed, Song Shiyu's face was also shut outside.

Ji Fanyin didn't care about his attitude just now - but as long as he can be taken advantage of, this attitude problem can be completely ignored.

When she got home, she lay down on the sofa and raced against the clock to study the questionnaire that Song Shiyu had just completed.

This set of questionnaires is still relatively brief for the time being, and Ji Fanyin made it against the clock when Song Shiyu drove over just now.

The content is also very simple, mainly to refine the behavior and habits of Ji Xinxin in Song Shiyu's mind, so that it is easy to imitate.

In addition, there are some personal preferences of Song Shiyu.

In short, it is for the purpose of providing better service and cutting leeks.

Although Song Shiyu is a silly dog, but he can't stop him from being rich.

Ji Fanyin scratched the questionnaire while thinking in his heart who else could develop in Ji Xinxin's fish pond.

Daytime? At least his eldest master is also very rich.

After studying the questionnaire thoroughly, Ji Fanyin lazily got up and went into the bathroom to adjust his expression in front of the mirror.

——What is not very friendly to the leeks, or too friendly, is that before her death, Ji Fanyin was a grand slam queen.

It took Ji Fanyin twenty minutes to grasp the status of "Ji Xinxin".

She kept a sweet and cheerful smile and opened the [Temptation to Go Home] and took a look. Song Shiyu generously provided 300,000 yuan and a small amount of mood swings. Although these accounts were like a drop in the bucket for 10 billion, it was only half a day. It is a feat to earn more than 400,000 yuan.

There are half a million in the bank card.

"It's me." Ji Fanyin put down his mobile phone, carefully selected the clothes to wear tomorrow when he went out in the closet, and lay down peacefully with a facial mask.

Tomorrow is a day to deepen the impression of leeks and to continue cutting leeks in the future. You must cultivate health and nourish your health.

...

Song Shiyu sat in the dining room and chatted with Ji Xinxin on his cell phone.

Ji Xinxin has just arrived in Paris to settle down, and is replying to her friends one by one that they have arrived safely.

Even if it was Song Shiyu who staged an embarrassing scene with her yesterday, she did not fall, but sent a voice over.

"I have arrived. Paris is fine, and I am fine too. ... How about you? How are you?"

Song Shiyu sighed softly.

Except for deliberately putting aside for a few hours not to reply to this message, what else can he do to get angry with Ji Xinxin?

Song Shiyu deliberately edited a gentle and polite message in the dialog box that was consistent with his image as always. Before he clicked send, the box door was knocked.

Song Shiyu glanced at the time displayed on the phone: one minute to eleven.

Ji Fanyin is really on time.

"Come in," he answered casually.

The moment the door was unscrewed, the same voice that had just come from Song Shiyu’s phone was sent to his ear by the wind: "You arrived so early, have you waited a long time?"

Song Shiyu raised his eyes to the door with two minutes of surprise, and stood up unconsciously: "No, I just arrived."

"That's good, I'm afraid you will be bored waiting alone-let's order food, I'm so hungry." The man walked up to him at a brisk pace, stood still and smiled sweetly, "Say OK today. You invite me."

Song Shiyu could even smell the commonly used perfume on the other party, he subconsciously mumbled: "Of course, why would I let you pay. Sit down and look at the menu, Xin..."

When he was about to call out that name, Song Shiyu bit the last word abruptly, and he was hit head-on by a huge, unstoppable shock and anger.

——He actually regarded Ji Fanyin as Ji Xinxin just now!

Song Shiyu still remembered that as long as he mentioned Ji Xinxin in front of Ji Fanyin, the other party would show an annoyingly injured look, which was nothing like Ji Xinxin.

Just like now, she must be the same as before...

"Shiyu, don't you sit down?" Ji Fanyin asked suspiciously.

She had picked up the menu with no discoloration.

Song Shiyu stared at her for a moment, recovered from the previous atmosphere, and hooked the corners of her mouth, but with a cold expression: "Ji Fanyin, who taught you this trick?"

——Thinking that as long as you imitate Ji Xinxin, you can hope for what Ji Xinxin has?

Ji Fanyin blinked, she unlocked the phone and shook it in front of Song Shiyu.

Song Shiyu saw a countdown showing two hours and fifty-seven minutes on it.

Ji Fanyin answered his question with Ji Xinxin's smile and Ji Xinxin's voice: "Probably it's a bank account."