Don't secretly shoot women's clothing gangsters

Qian Cheng felt that his daily life was as exciting as a roller coaster.

"I can't stop loving you!" Ding Ziyue said.

This person is very coquettish, a trumpet must be gay in gay, what is it called a pink sweetheart, luckily Qian Cheng didn't have the means to change the remarks.

"...Girlfriend?" Ding Zile smiled.

"...a child." Qian Cheng is not good at lying, "It's just a joke."

"……Oh."

Most afraid of the air suddenly quiet.

The two sat on the sofa and fell into silence for a moment.

"You can't drink?" Ding Zile spoke first.

Qian Cheng put the phone in his pocket: "It was fine before."

"Let me just say, at your level, it's rare." Ding Zile crossed his arms, with no malice on his face.

"Basically, it's just a useless person." Qian Cheng shook his head, "It's no good for entertainment or anything."

It's not particularly uncommon for Qian Cheng to be abolished.Ding Zile thought about it, the two of them had only been roommates for a day, and they were not close enough to this level, after all, it was difficult to ask in detail.So I had no choice but to leave the topic: "Actually, I'm not very good at drinking either."

"My brother can drink quite well," he added.

"Your brother?"

"Well, it's the one from last time." Ding Zile nodded, "That guy is used to being wild. He ran with my dad since he was a child. He couldn't finish his studies, so he had to do business with my dad."

"It's pretty good too," Qian Cheng leaned on the sofa, "You have both parents, how wonderful."

"My dad," Qian Cheng reached out and gently touched the leaves of the potted plants on the coffee table, "I don't even know if he is still alive."

Ding Zile fell silent, obviously Qian Cheng was a male classmate with a story, and this story was obviously not easy to listen to casually.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are common things in the world." Ding Zile smiled, "Many times I understand the truth. The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, so I just open my mouth... When I do it myself, it is still very difficult."

Ding Zile is also a male classmate with a story.

Ding Ziyue said that if a worker wants to do a good job, he must first sharpen his tools.

Of course, what he said was, you have to get to know my brother first before you can start!

Qian Cheng felt that he had become very familiar with Ding Zile recently.That day in the living room, we talked for a short while. In the end, the two of them were relatively speechless. They seemed to have said everything, but in fact they didn’t say anything. They only left a signal to each other: everyone was very bitter, so they went back to each other. Nested.

It became so inexplicably familiar.

"Today's lunch: Stir-fried beef, braised eggplant, scrambled eggs with onions, vegetables. Soup is corn ribs."

Ding Ziyue was drooling when he heard this, and replied through gritted teeth: "Damn it, my brother is simply a typical representative of luxury and corruption!"

Qian Cheng smiled wryly: Is this extravagance and corruption?Ding Ziyue is also a well-informed person who has traveled far and wide, so he wouldn't be amazed by such a rich meal.

"Your brother is doing well." Qian Cheng said.

"Do you have any photos?" Ding Ziyue returned.

"Only candid shots." Qian Cheng sent a few photos, mostly from the back, or from a distance. The last time he wanted to take a "bread in the hands of a loving father", he was directly rejected, and it was not easy for him to do it directly.

There has been no news from Ding Ziyue for a long time.

"Brother, how should I put it, such a photo...my mother is not very satisfied." Ding Ziyue's tone was hesitant, but it could not be discussed.

"Anyway, it's 200 sheets, at least you have to have a side profile, right?" Ding Ziyue said, "Well, I'll give you half and half of these, and it's not too little, but I have to trouble you later, take some pictures. Okay, come on... If it doesn’t work, we’ll find a professional.”

Qian Cheng quickly said, "I'll try again."

These days, including the previous deposit, I have also received a small three thousand, which is not a lot of money, but the money comes quickly, hands-on, looking for angles, there is no better job in the world than this.If he loses this job, Qian Cheng will be at two hundred and five.

It seems that there must be a qualitative leap.

Qian Cheng turned on the camera, but there was no movement for a long time.

"You've been in this state since evening." Ding Zile lived a very regular life. When he came back from dinner, he didn't know what to do in the house, and then he went out for a run and came back to take a shower.

"What?" Qian Cheng looked up blankly, Ding Zile came over wiping his hair, and sat down beside him, "Can't you use your phone yet?"

"Yes." Qian Cheng scratched his head.

"Are you learning to take pictures?" Ding Zile took a closer look, "Shooting cats?"

Qian Cheng subconsciously wanted to take the phone back, but Ding Zile had no interest in prying into his privacy, and only said: "The composition is okay, I can see it."

"It's not enough to shoot people." Qian Cheng regretted it after finishing speaking.

"Shooting people?" Ding Zile raised his eyebrows, "Who are you shooting?"

"Ah..." Qian Cheng opened his mouth, "No, it's a meeting, the leader asked me to take two photos, I don't seem to be particularly satisfied..."

"What did you make of it?"

Qian Cheng brought up a photo of the meeting that he had taken before, and Ding Zile tilted his head to look at it: "It's not bad, why is it so dark? Backlight?"

"what?"

"That's right, you need a light source." Ding Zile took his phone and looked at it again, "Look, you can actually turn on the light, and then, you can take a symmetrical picture from the other end of the conference table. In the middle, the composition is also nice.”

"What about the individual?" Qian Cheng asked.

"What occasion are you looking at? First take pictures of all the people, and then look at the background... I can't tell you clearly at once." Ding Zile said, "May I show you a demonstration?"

"How to demonstrate?"

"You sit, I'll take a picture of you." Ding Zile took Qian Cheng's phone, stood up, took two steps back, and raised the phone, "Sit up straight, yes, relax...don't hunch your shoulders, yes, Look at me, okay."

Ding Zile took a few more photos in a row, Qian Cheng only felt that his face was going stiff from smiling, so the other party returned the phone to him.

Ding Zile looks very professional, and the results are not bad, even with a mobile phone, it looks like a SLR.Holding the phone, Qian Cheng felt that the person inside didn't quite resemble him.

"This is me?"

"Ah, haven't you looked in the mirror?" Ding Zile was puzzled. Although the words sounded like insults, they were really just superficial meanings.

"No... I, I think your photos are... well, pretty handsome." Qian Cheng felt a little embarrassed, "Really, I've never been very photogenic."

"That's right, it's actually not bad." Ding Zile sat back beside him again, and pointed to the phone screen, "Look, while you're sitting, the main thing is to take pictures of your upper body, so that the things behind you can be blurred."

"Can I take a picture of you?" Qian Cheng looked at the photos for a long time, then suddenly raised his head and asked, "Try it."

"Shoot me?" Ding Zile was taken aback for a moment, this request was indeed a bit sudden.

Qian Cheng was worried that he was too guilty and his acting skills were not up to the mark. During the few seconds of Ding Zile's silence, he wanted to give up.

"Okay." Ding Zile leaned back on the sofa, "What pose do I need?"

Qian Cheng was overwhelmed, and quickly stood up holding the phone: "It's fine as it is now, I'll give it a try... just wait, I'll find an angle."

The camera was turned on, and in the world of Jiugongge, there was only half a sofa.Qian Cheng quickly zoomed in on the camera, Ding Zile was leaning on the sofa with one arm on the sofa, looking at the camera calmly.

He just took a shower and was still wearing a dark red T-shirt and casual trousers. For some reason, a small piece of the T-shirt was wet.

Ding Zile under the camera is very refreshing, good-looking, and very...sexy.

When Qian Cheng met his eyes through the phone, he felt inexplicably familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

"What are you thinking? It's important to take pictures!" He secretly poked himself awake, "A piece of 200!"

Qian Cheng took a few photos and changed the angle. Ding Zile didn't bother to bother him, and cooperated very quietly.Qian Cheng doesn't have any photography skills, but he tries to take better pictures of people.

"It's not bad." Ding Zile originally thought that Qian Cheng would be missing half of his head, or else it would be too dark to see his face, so he brought the phone up to him and saw that the result was not bad, at least he was a normal person.

Ding Zile flipped through a few more photos: "This one is not bad, you can still grasp the angle. Delete the previous one, the frontal photos are silly."

"I'll practice again," Qian Cheng said with a smile, "When I have a girlfriend in the future, I can take pictures of her."

Ding Zile smiled noncommittally: "Then you do your best." After a pause, "I'm going back to my room."

Like a little mouse, Qian Cheng scurried back to his nest.

"Brother, brother!" Qian Cheng quickly sent Ding Ziyue all the photos he took today, and within a few seconds, Ding Ziyue called directly, and Qian Cheng hurriedly answered.

"I rely on Brother Qian! You can do it! What did you do!" Ding Ziyue's voice was loud, and Qian Cheng lowered his voice while covering his ears, "Hey, keep your voice down... just say it's okay!"

"Nonsense! Of course it's okay! It's great!" If it wasn't for the phone, Ding Ziyue would have sprayed his face with saliva, "I said brother, you are really capable, tell me how to do it?"

Qian Cheng thought about it, even if he told Ding Ziyue that he couldn't do it, so he said it briefly, and Ding Ziyue kept sighing.

"Hey, you college students have high IQs, so what are you doing here... Mingxiu plank road, dark... what." Ding Ziyue was overwhelmed, "It's not like me, I didn't study much, now I can only... hey, don't follow me. You said it, just like this, continue, my mother will be so happy...Brother Qian, come on, I'll transfer money to you right now!"

Ding Ziyue hung up the phone.Qian Cheng only felt buzzing in his ears, knowing that this guy had this kind of virtue.A piece of 200, Qian Cheng counted, just a little bit just now, he made [-].

If Ding Ziyue can't deduct his wages.

Qian Cheng clicked on the phone album again, except for one, two, three, four, it was Ding Zile.Ding Zile is watering the flowers on the balcony, Ding Zile is drying clothes, Ding Zile is mopping the floor, and Ding Zile is feeding the cat in the distance.

Ding Zile sat on the sofa, looking at him idly.

Those who didn't know thought Qian Cheng was Ding Zile's number one fanboy.

Qian Cheng looked at these photos with some emotion. He really didn't expect that these things could make him money.

He usually doesn't look at the photos very carefully, and only asks that the photos are not blurred. At most, he just glances at them after the photo is finished, and retakes it if it doesn't work.Ding Zile is no different from a vase sculpture in his lens.Maybe he was a little excited when he got the money today, Qian Cheng couldn't help but took the phone and looked through the photos carefully again.

Ding Zile is really good-looking.

I usually don't pay much attention to it, but this guy always wears an inconspicuous suit when he goes to work. He is no different from ordinary office workers when he walks on the road.The feeling at home is a little different, relaxed and natural, probably because I just took a shower, and I look a little more handsome.

His legs are also long. Qian Cheng found a photo of him drying clothes. This photo is very conceptual. It was probably late in the evening. Ding Zile was standing on the balcony, covered in the sun, only a silhouette. Just tall, that photo shows that he is very tall and straight, and his whole body is stretched upwards.The sun shines in from the outside, and there is peace and tranquility in the camera.It's just that Ding Ziyue, or Ding Ziyue's mother, didn't like this photo. If Qian Cheng hadn't strongly emphasized that this was Ding Zile, they would still have persisted in thinking that it was just a random photo taken by him to make up for it.

Where can he find someone with such long legs.

After admiring his masterpiece, Qian Cheng opened his account book again.

Ding Zile frowned, feeling that something was missing these days.He went through the closet and checked again, indeed, there was less.

Two sets of underwear.

women's.

Ding Zile generally thinks that this kind of incident will not happen to him. After all, this is not XX City Daily or XX Morning News, and gossip news with scary headlines and eye-catching headlines will not happen to him.

But it is indeed less.

Ding Zile paced back and forth in the room, closed his eyes and began to think about what went wrong.

They lived on the second floor, with two balconies, one was large, and Qian Cheng and Ding Zile usually shared it; Ding Zile rented a large room, which also had a small balcony.Usually his women's clothes are washed and dried on the small balcony.

Ding Zile opened the balcony door and inspected it again.It is not very high here, and it is not difficult to climb up.Although there are protective fences, people can't get in, at most they can reach out and walk around outside.

Ding Zile opened his eyes and looked around, yes, as long as he can reach it with his hands, it will be fine.For example, on the balcony next door.He usually hangs small pieces of clothing on the side of the neighbor's balcony. Ding Zile checked it with his eyes, and it turned out to be quite feasible.

Ding Zile felt chills in his heart. As a man, he didn't have the slightest sense of crisis. He only felt that everything was safe, but he didn't expect such a big safety hazard.He usually hangs up his clothes when it gets dark, and the neighbors on the floor basically don't move around on weekdays. He has lived here for so long, and he doesn't even know who lives next door.

...too careless.Ding Zile condemned himself.

Condemnation did not solve the problem.He has a headache, even if he has someone to suspect, he has no evidence, and he has no position. A big man can't rush to ask his neighbor if you took my women's underwear--this is simply ridiculous.

Ding Zile calmed down, he decided to install a monitor first, so as to see who the underwear thief really is.

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Continue to be cute~ Such a cute author won’t tease (mistakenly) it~