a mistake

The heavy snow fell all night, covering everything with a thick white quilt.The air in Youcheng in the morning was thin and cold, giving people the illusion of being about to suffocate.

The living room of a luxury villa in the suburbs is very quiet, only the crackling sound of the electronic flame burning in the fireplace.Cheng Jingming was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window boredly, watching a beautiful bird parked on a dead tree outside the house.From time to time, he turned his head and glanced at the grandfather clock beside him. The hour and minute hands formed a right angle, and it was now exactly 9 o'clock in the morning.

At this moment, Assistant Huang led a young boy into the living room, and said respectfully to Cheng Jingming, "Mr. Cheng, someone is here."

After Cheng Jingming finished his boring waiting, he turned around and walked over, raised his eyebrows and sized up the skinny boy beside Assistant Huang. The boy seemed very nervous, and Cheng Jingming could even hear his slight breathing.

"what's your name?"

The boy glanced at Assistant Huang cautiously, and replied slowly, "Fang Nan made a mistake."

Cheng Jingming nodded slightly to Assistant Huang.

Seeing that the boss did not reject Fang Nancuo, Assistant Huang heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. The picky boss finally nodded his head today.

Cheng Jingming said: "Take him to the guest room on the second floor to change clothes. I will wait for you in the studio on the first floor."

Fang Nancuo lowered his head and followed Assistant Huang into the guest room on the second floor. Although it was just a guest room, the decoration was pure white European style, very luxurious.The white marble floor emitted a cold light, with a sense of alienation unique to stone, which made Fang Nancuo's heart shiver.

After Assistant Huang left, Fang Nan sat by the bed and hesitated for a while before changing his clothes and going downstairs.

He walked into the studio on the first floor, and Cheng Jingming had set up his easel and was waiting for him.This studio is about 100 square meters, with huge floor-to-ceiling glass on three sides, and the light is very abundant.There are two huge rectangular wooden operating tables on both sides of the room, which are filled with various paint bottles and brushes.One side of the wall was covered with oil paintings. Fang Nancuo glanced at it hastily and then lowered his head, not knowing what to say.

Cheng Jingming saw Fang Nancuo's restraint, and he pointed to the carved wooden chair in front of the easel: "Take off your nightgown and sit on the chair."

Fang Nancuo clenched his lower lip. He walked over and turned his back to Cheng Jingming, took off his bathrobe, and then gently sat sideways on the chair. He kept his head down, not daring to meet Cheng Jingming's eyes.

Fang Nancuo did not expect the current situation to be so embarrassing. He unconsciously remembered the scene when Assistant Huang met him at the school gate. Assistant Huang said that his boss was looking for a mannequin.At that time, Fang Nancuo's first reaction was to wave his hands and refuse, but Assistant Huang continued to persuade him that he only needed to sit for a whole morning, and he would get 5000 yuan.Fang Nancuo stayed at his uncle's house for a long time, so he could only work part-time during the winter vacation to save more money.So when he heard the salary of 5000 yuan, he only thought about it for 1 minute before agreeing.At first, Fang Nancuo thought that he would just sit on a chair and be watched by a man all morning, but when he really sat here, he felt every hair on his hair tremble uncontrollably.

Fang Nancuo raised his head and suddenly found that Cheng Jingming was looking at him while playing with the sketch pen in his hand. This kind of eye contact made Fang Nancuo at a loss, and his heart beat without rhythm.He quickly turned his gaze to the side to hide his embarrassment.However, he couldn't help being curious about the man in front of him.Cheng Jingming is about 30 years old, tall and tall, with a prominent nose in his handsome features, tall and straight.His jaw is sharp and angular, with a masculinity unique to a handsome man, like the perfect work of an ancient Greek sculptor.There is a faint woody perfume smell on him, which complements his majestic temperament.

"Your arm should go up a little bit." Cheng Jingming suddenly opened his mouth to bring Fang Nancuo's thoughts back to reality.

Fang Nancuo hurriedly put his arm facing inward on the back of the chair under Cheng Jingming's signal.

Cheng Jingming shook his head, walked up to Fang Nancuo, and raised his hand to signal Fang Nancuo, but Fang Nancuo still didn't understand what he meant.Cheng Jingming had no choice but to reach out and adjust Fang Nancuo's limbs like a puppet. He stretched Fang Nanco's arm as far as possible on the back of the chair, and then patted Fang Nanco's back to make him bend.He squatted down, grabbed Fang Nancuo's slender ankle and straightened his calf.

Cheng Jingming took a few steps back and tilted his head slightly, still dissatisfied.He frowned and thought for a while, let Fang Nancuo's inner ear rest tightly on the arm of the back of the chair, and then pinched Fang Nancuo's pointed chin with one hand, making him slightly turn his head and face the easel at 30°.This posture made Fang Nancuo very uncomfortable, but it showed the bone structure of Fang Nancuo's back to the greatest extent.Cheng Jingming's warm palms gently stroked Fang Nancuo's skin, a strange feeling crossed his mind, and his ears turned red unconsciously.

Cheng Jingming was very satisfied with this posture. He clapped his hands, walked to the drawing board and picked up the sketch pen. In the quiet studio, there was only the rustling sound of the pen tip across the drawing paper.

"You can say something." Cheng Jingming's voice was deep and rich.

"Well, I thought you needed to be quiet when drawing." Fang Nancuo looked at the professional and serious Cheng Jingming and swallowed unconsciously.

"how old are you?"

"22."

Cheng Jingming stopped his brush and looked up at Fang Nancuo.He was very thin, even though he sat on the chair in such a weird posture, Fang Nancuo's waist was still soft and slender without a trace of fat.The corners of his eyes are slender, with a unique style of southerners.Probably because of nervousness, Fang Nancuo's thin lips parted slightly, revealing a temptation of abstinence.Cheng Jingming looked at Fang Nancuo in front of him, a little distracted, he raised his eyebrows unconsciously.

"Aren't you from Youcheng?" Cheng Jingming continued to ask.

"Well, I'm from Qing'an."

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​doing this?"

"I need money."

Hearing this sentence, Cheng Jingming put down the paintbrush in his hand and asked directly: "Do you sell it?"

Fang Nancuo was taken aback by the question, he sat up straight suddenly, and looked at Cheng Jingming uneasily with his eyes wide open.

Cheng Jingming didn't take it seriously. He didn't meet a hundred boys like Fang Nancuo, but there were 98 of them.The boy in front of him was quite pleasing to the eye, sitting in front of him naked, if he didn't do something, he would wonder if he was going to die.

"Why aren't you?"

Fang Nan shook his head unconsciously, lowered his head unconsciously, and clenched his somewhat stiff hands, feeling that Cheng Jingming had a magical power that made it impossible to say no.

Cheng Jingming saw that Fang Nancuo did not reject him clearly, and continued to look at Fang Nancuo with a look that could not be rejected.The corners of Fang Nancuo's slender eyes drooped wetly, avoiding Cheng Jingming's gradually fiery gaze.Cheng Jingming came over and put his hand on his shoulder, Fang Nancuo's body trembled even more involuntarily.He looked up at Cheng Jingming, with an inexplicable emotion in his eyes.

"This is your first time?" Cheng Jingming looked at Fang Nancuo's red nose and found it interesting, "Don't be nervous, I have good skills."

Cheng Jingming's warm body was close to Fang Nancuo, and the following things happened naturally.