Human food sex

Haiwan realized that he still overestimated himself. The moment the door opened, the air in the studio suddenly rose by two degrees, and a layer of pink flames ignited around him, making people dizzy.

The one percent change is very obvious in the eyes of the photographer. His subtle abnormality made Tanizaki, who has been crabbing for a long time, unbearably irritable, and swung his long hair and cursed in Japanese.

The interpreter then shouted: "Pick up your clothes, it's not... the first time, why be ashamed!"

One sentence pushed the shame in Haiwan's heart to the peak. He had naively thought that letting Chigui come to visit would relieve his embarrassment of wearing women's clothing at home, but he didn't expect that it would be difficult for him to even move under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Haiwan has been in this business for several years, and the reputation of the industry has always been good. Except for the small scale of acceptance, there is almost no criticism.Most of the directors of photography who worked with him offered him an olive branch afterwards, wanting to help him go further, but he declined all of them.

There is nothing more than one reason, he doesn't want to show his face.

Standing in the public eye can enjoy an aura that ordinary people can't match, but it also has to pay a price that ordinary people can't imagine.

Haiwan does not discriminate against or despise those who come to power, but there is always a great worry in the back of his mind-there are no saints in the world, too many words will make mistakes, and no one can retreat under such waves.

He would rather be a grain of sand in the Ganges River, submerged in the torrent of history with the wind, than a star in the sky, crushed by light in the orbit of time.

To him, the belated gaze is undoubtedly equivalent to the attention of everyone.

Haiwan was too shy to bear, and bit the tip of his tongue cruelly, before reluctantly crouching down.He was kneeling on the futon right now, with his hands on the ground and his upper body leaning forward as much as possible, which was the most humiliating posture.

He even felt inferior.

The photographer muttered, and the translator muttered, asking him to turn his head and neck to the left, his body to the right, his buttocks to the left, and his legs to the right, and move forward slightly in such a twisted posture.

If this movement is perfected to [-]%, then he must be charming and enchanting, just like a snake winding and floating in the water, his posture is extremely beautiful.

Haiwan thought of the movies he watched when he was a child. Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing under the lens of the director of the martial arts film were so captivating.

But he is the bay, but Chi Gui is still watching from behind.

He gritted his teeth, thinking that he tore off a face and sculpted, but he still couldn't meet the requirements.The photographer lashed out angrily from time to time, but he was like a marionette, lifeless, stiff and ugly.

Lu Yuanzhou also noticed something unusual, walked up to Chigui with the mentality of helping him out, raised his head and asked, "Are you looking for something to do with Wanwan?"

Chi Gui didn't make a sound, his eyes caught a glimpse of the bay, and he saw his thighs staggered two inches back and forth, the white cloth rope in the gap couldn't hide his delicate beauty, a pink silhouette.The same is true for him in the bathtub.

"I'm asking you something." Lu Yuanzhou was annoyed when he saw his indifferent appearance, "Do you have a problem with your ears?"

"I have something to do with him, so what does it have to do with you?" Chi Gui didn't budge, "Are you his manager or spokesperson, why should I explain to you?"

Lu Yuanzhou "hummed" all over his nose, cursing to himself, "Crazy!"

"I can't tell the difference between a mental illness and a neuropathy, so it's no wonder that I can't understand normal people's speech." Chi Gui laughed at himself, feeling that it would be disrespectful to be as knowledgeable as him. People, turned and walked out.

When Haiwan turned his head again, from the corner of his eye, he could see Chigui pushing the door and leaving with a sullen expression, while Lu Yuanzhou stood behind annoyed.He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but within three seconds his heart sank, and he became secretly depressed again.

Chi Gui doesn't like him like this, and has no interest in his ostentation.

Definitely is.

Thinking that that person might still be disgusted with him, Haiwan instantly became depressed, and he did whatever the photographer asked him to do, with a perfunctory attitude and lazy movements, without the temptation and illusion that came out of his bones.In the words of the translator, it is like a walking dead.

He was lying, he was standing, he was lying, he was twisting, it was as quiet as a lake, without any waves.

Tanizaki frowned tightly, the Sichuan pattern seemed to be able to pinch mosquitoes to death.After the shooting, he left Haiwan to criticize for more than half an hour. He spoke Japanese throughout the whole process, occasionally including Fang Nan and another model's name, as if making comparisons.

An elegant middle-aged man in his 50s, with thin eyes and black eyebrows, a Japanese-style rough face, long hair in a messy ponytail that reaches his shoulders, and a slim figure wrapped in Yohji Yamamoto's black clothes, he shouldn't be a man with a hot temper people.

Tanizaki happened to be like that, and while he was spitting out a lesson, he flipped through the collection of photographs—these were all works that he was quite satisfied with, and there were many figures of the bay.

The translator tried to intervene, but he spoke too fast, and probably some words were not suitable for uttering in public, so he echoed a few words and stood aside without moving.

Haiwan had never been scolded in front of so many people. They were all staff who looked up but looked down, not to mention having good friend Lu Yuanzhou by his side.His face was as hot as a roasted sweet potato, he was really ashamed, he wished he could hide in the cracks in the ground, but there was nothing he could do, only Weiwei nodded and apologized.

One scolding, one being scolded, people around them doing their own business, it's a common scene.

It is commonplace for others, but it is the first time for Haiwan.He lowered his head lower and lower, and almost fell to the floor, his eyes glanced at the photo in Tanizaki's hand, and he was taken aback for a moment.

The page where his fingertip rests is also the theme of kimono, with black and white two-color pinstripes. The person on the picture is lying on his side on the tatami, with a black mole the size of a sesame seed on his buttocks.

Tanizaki advocates nature, and the photos he takes are all repaired as little as possible, trying to keep the original style as much as possible.He has always scoffed at the brush tools that wear away skin texture and the stamp tools that change the gradation of shadows.

Therefore, the photos he took are only fine-tuned in the later stage, and the moles and spots of the models are kept intact. In his words, these blemishes are the most vivid, giving life to static images.

Everyone's artistic concept is different, and Tanizaki's Chacha helped Haiwan a lot.

After being scolded, he asked the translator respectfully: "Teacher, please tell me that I will definitely change it in the future. Now can you show me the photo album in the teacher's hand, so that I can study."

Upon hearing this, Tanizaki's face softened a little, and he handed him the thick black booklet, and said, "Tomorrow, me."

Haiwan understood, thanked him repeatedly and left.

Lu Yuanzhou hurriedly followed him, and said angrily, "What, so fierce!"

"He's like this. He's completely two people in work and life. He'll be fine after being scolded." Haiwan's embarrassment was replaced by surprise. The person who pretended to be me talking nonsense on the Internet, and also opened an online store to trick minors into renting a house."

"You're quite polite." Lu Yuanzhou took a peek, rolled his eyes and said, "Return that person, it's that idiot!"

Wan Haiwan wanted to say something else, when he walked to the glass door, he suddenly saw the belated Tin Ding car parked by the side of the road—he was still there.

"The frozen snail isn't waiting for you, is it?" Lu Yuanzhou was startled, and then he was overjoyed. He jumped three feet high and slapped Haiwan's shoulders: "Yes, young man, I'll take it now! Hurry up, hurry up!" Go find him, ask him to escort you home, and I will go back to the store by myself."

"No way." Haiwan was more surprised than he was, "How could it be... He definitely didn't come to look for me. I'll send you back first, otherwise you'll call me ungrateful."

Lu Yuanzhou struggled to open the glass door, and against the heat wave blowing in the wind, he said disgustedly: "Don't do this, you will lighten my burden by getting close to him, please hurry up and forget your righteousness. Didn't you just find that mole, Just show it to him, he must have an idea."

The studio is on Nanshan East Road, and the "One Cup of Nothing" tavern is on Nanshan Road, and it takes less than 8 minutes to walk back.Lu Yuanzhou couldn't help saying goodbye, and before leaving, he knocked on the door of the late car for him.

The window of the car was lowered, and the person inside showed a pair of gorgeous eyes, and said lightly: "Get in the car."

Haiwan was flattered, and opened the back door and sat in. Before his butt touched the seat, a cold voice came from the front: "I'm not your driver."

"Yes, I'm sorry..." Haiwan hurriedly got out of the car and got into the co-pilot, "Thank you, it's so hot and waiting for me."

Chigui never seemed to have a good word in his mouth: "First, I have something to do nearby, so I came to see you by the way. Second, there is air conditioning in the car, so it doesn't matter whether it's hot or not. In addition, I came to you because you Invited me to come last night, and the second is that I really have something to do with you."

"Do you always say 'first and second' when you talk?" Haiwan looked at his handsome profile and asked seriously.

Chi Gui glanced at his face, took out an envelope from the glove box and gave it to him: "This is for you, tomorrow you go to work in the morning, and you are free in the afternoon, just waiting for the nanny to come over and give her the money."

"Why do I have to give it?" Haiwan took the envelope and asked in confusion, "If you don't have time, can you transfer the money to her?"

"Tomorrow is the end of the month, and I never pay in advance or in arrears." Chi Gui started the car and drove towards the Bay Area Tunnel, "The nanny is a bit old and has no schooling, so she doesn't know how to pay online. I'm flying to San Francisco tomorrow morning, and I won't be back until the day after tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, so I'll let you give it to her."

Haiwan let out an "oh", carefully put away the wad of money, and murmured, "Then you can just say no tonight, why wait for me?"

"I'm afraid you'll get drunk all night and won't come back for the night." Chi Gui's cool voice was full of teasing, "I called you, but your phone was turned off. And I'm not at home, how do you get in? "

So far, Bay has not picked his locks himself.

"Based on your past judgment, I think the key is an advanced item that is difficult to control for you." Chi Gui said sarcastically, "So it is still necessary to take you back to record your retina and fingerprints."

Haiwan curled his lips, wanted to refute but couldn't, and said sullenly: "You are so mean."

"I know." He was flattered.

The Ding Ding car drove to Haiwan International, and I was not in a hurry to go home after returning home, so I went to the supermarket downstairs first.

The last time Haiwan came to buy those two pitiful oranges, this time the mobile credit card followed suit, giving him a lot of confidence.

Chi Gui let him push the cart, and he happily pushed the cart, not feeling that it would damage his handsome image.His clothes are indeed more suitable for strollers, white shirt, jeans, white sneakers, like a student buying snacks.

On the other hand, frozen snails wear suits and leather shoes on a hot day, with metal cufflinks shining in the light, and there is no amiable atmosphere from head to toe.

What he bought was the opposite. He walked around the fresh food area for a long time, reluctantly accepted a pair of little green dragons, added some fruits and vegetables, and finally took a dozen raw eggs.

Haiwan fiddled with the paper shells containing the eggs and said, "You still have some in the refrigerator, don't you need to buy them now?"

"That's different." Chi Gui took two more boxes of Kobe beef. "These are fresh eggs within three days. They can be eaten raw. They don't taste fishy and are sterile."

"It's so particular." Haiwan stepped on the metal pole under the cart, jumping and saying, "It's been three or four days since you came back, and fresh eggs have to be old ones."

Chi Gui took two more bottles of sake from the drink area and said, "I'll have it tonight."

Haiwan nodded, and while he wasn't paying attention, he touched two soft drinks that he had always wanted but was unwilling to buy from the shelf, and secretly stuffed them into the bottom of the car basket and said, "Let me help you pay the bill. You can just drive. I'll take it out."

"Can you carry it?"

"There's nothing you can't do with this little thing!"

Chi Gui stared at him for a moment, then turned and walked out.

"Hey——" Haiwan raised his voice to stop him, looked at the cashier's uncontrollable face, and faltered, "That...money..."

"Didn't you say you want to pay the bill?" Chi Gui walked over suspiciously, "I'll pay the bill."

Haiwan was in great embarrassment, his face was covered with a layer of kerosene, hot and stuffy, but he was shy in his pocket, covered half of his face and said: "No, I mean I will help you pay, not...forget it. I don’t have any money now, and I will definitely pay when I get my salary.”

Holding the paper bag in his arms, Chi Gui twitched the corners of his mouth: "Okay, I'll wait for you." As he spoke, he picked up the soft bag on the cash register and put it on top.

"Let me help you." Haiwan snatched the bag with a blushing face, buried his head and followed him forward, finally got home, and heard him say: "Chocolate and sticks are put in the refrigerator, and the rest are put on the counter. , I'll make it later, you go and collect it first."

Chi Gui put on his slippers and went into the bedroom alone.

Haiwan closed the door in wonder, reached into the bag and rummaged through it, and sure enough, there were many chocolates and fruits that he couldn't name.

He rubbed his sore cheeks from a smile, and thought to himself—it's really Willy Wonka's Chocolate Dream Factory.

Packing up his things sweetly, Haiwan went outside the bedroom and knocked on the door. After getting permission, he went in and looked around, and found that Chi Gui was standing in front of the square glass table in the center of the cloakroom packing his luggage.

The emotions that hadn't had time to flare up just now surfaced, and he found out with some sadness that he was going to leave late.

"Everything is packed, do you want me to help cook?" Haiwan's mood often affects his IQ, and he even forgot that he has never helped in the kitchen these days.

Chi Gui glanced at him sideways, and said, "Take off your clothes."