The male god is on the left, the warm man is on the right

That is all seen!

Zhang Zhenyang wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

But Leng Zhi didn't intend to just let this topic go, "I'm getting more and more curious about you. Does a person who has photographed so many magazine covers still practice poses here?"

Why not, he needs it very much now!

His eyes moved to the cold pants.

This coquettish bag must have asked the assistant to bring a pair of exactly the same pants today, right?

It must be more than the price last time.

Thinking of the pants, Zhang Zhenyang suddenly became a little guilty.

I haven't paid Leng Zhi for that pair of pants yet, if Leng Zhi mentions it at this time, I really have no way to say it.

After careful consideration, Zhang Zhenyang still chose to change the subject.

"Brother Leng Zhi, why are you here?" Zhang Zhenyang smiled flatteringly.

Leng Zhi just glanced casually, and then said two words, "Interview."

It's so stingy to even speak!

Thinking about the pair of pants, Zhang Zhenyang chose to go first, "Well, brother Zhenyang, if there is nothing else, I will go first!"

As if the soles of his feet were oiled, Zhang Zhenyang passed by Leng Zhi, wanting to escape from this place quickly.

There were some wet water stains at the door, Zhang Zhenyang stepped on it, his center of gravity was unsteady, and he started to throw himself towards the ground. In a panic, he grabbed a handful randomly and landed on a soft object.

With such a huge lump on Leng Zhi's body, he felt bad all over, so he quickly pushed Zhang Zhenyang away, then jumped up and began to pack his clothes.

It's really dirty!

Zhang Zhenyang also knew that he was in trouble again, and quickly explained, "I'm sorry, Brother Leng Zhi, I didn't mean it, I just... just the road is too slippery..."

Looking at Leng Zhi with pitiful eyes, he hoped that this man could forgive him.

"Last time it was a chair, this time it was a floor. Your reason is really good." Leng Zhi looked at his clothes soaked in water, his face was black as coal!

"But..." But every time it happens to be such a coincidence!

"Broomstar!" Leng Zhi dropped the words, grabbing his clothes in disgust, "Assistant Zhang, bring me some clothes!"

He needs to change his clothes now, even Xiao Nei Nei!

Sister Man looked at the runaway Leng Zhi with a puzzled expression, and then pulled Zhang Zhenyang from the bathroom, "What's going on, Leng Zhi's face is so stinky."

Zhang Zhenyang smiled wryly, "Sister Man, would you be surprised if I said that I offended Brother Lengzhi again?"

Sister Man nodded, "I know you two are at odds, but there's no need to be like this. After all, we still have to cooperate, so it's not good to spread the word. Did you splash him with water this time?"

There is no discord between them, and there must be a conflict if there is a discord, Brother Leng Zhi simply hates himself.

Because I am always clumsy, can't do anything well, and often stain Brother Lengzhi's clothes.

Seeing the frustration on Zhang Zhenyang's face, Sister Man didn't say anything more, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay, at least you have tried to improve the relationship this time, haven't you? Last time it was coffee, this time It’s just clear water every time, work harder and try to improve a little bit, okay?”

There is really no discord!

Zhang Zhenyang covered his face and wanted to cry.

Knowing that Leng Zhi was doing an exclusive interview on the sidelines, Zhang Zhenyang had no way to calm down and take pictures. In the end, there was no other way, and Sister Man personally took part in the sculpting, and finally got a few satisfactory photos.

Before leaving, the make-up artist grabbed Zhang Zhenyang like a nympho, and begged him for his phone number. Zhang Zhenyang was annoyed, so he gave Sister Man's number.

in the nanny car.

Sister Man turned her head and looked at Zhang Zhenyang, "I see you are not very happy today!"

If Sister Man, you offended your male god every day, would you be happy?

But Zhang Zhenyang still only said no, and made an excuse, "I don't like the makeup very much today, so I don't want to shoot it."

I thought what was going on!

Sister Man rolled her eyes at him suddenly, with a look of incomprehension, "If you don't like it, just ask her to change it for you. Why do you need to be depressed?"

Zhang Zhenyang raised his head abruptly, with regret on his face.

Can I change it?

Why doesn't anyone tell themselves about this first!

Speaking of this, Sister Man remembered what happened to Leng Zhi this afternoon, and kindly reminded, "Zhenyang, Sister Man kindly advises you, no matter what conflicts you have with Leng Zhi, you still have to hold back, look at this In the circle, there is no real good friend. You have experienced many battles among women, don't you understand this truth?"

Zhang Zhenyang was really speechless.

He really has no conflict with Leng Zhi.

The debt is a lot!

This matter has always troubled Zhang Zhenyang's heart, and he was still thinking about it when he was lying on the bed at night.

I soiled Leng Zhi's set of clothes again today, if Leng Zhi remembered when, he would have to add up the new and old debts to pay back.

He may have to pay it off in his next life.

**There is only 1000 yuan in it, what should I pay it back now?

The eyeballs rolled around, and the idea finally hit the valuable-looking figures and oil paintings in the room.

Although it was bought by the original owner, it is now considered his own, if he took it by himself.

It should be possible, right?

In the next second, Zhang Zhenyang's head was pounding like garlic, and he affirmed his own thoughts first.

Anyway, the original owner can't see these things now, and it's useless to hold them by yourself, so just forget them all!

As soon as he said it, Zhang Zhenyang turned over and got off the bed, took pictures of things by category, and then posted them on the Internet.

As for the price, he didn't understand either, he would give it to a figure of one or two thousand, oil painting, it doesn't look very good, it should be worth more than 1000 yuan!

** People who have no money in it are willing to buy expensive handicrafts and oil paintings?

He also didn't see that the original owner was a very artistic person.

Mostly he just bought these things to pretend to be aggressive, so as to deceive those women and himself.

Thinking of those photos in the dark cabinet, Zhang Zhenyang's whole body got goosebumps.

What kind of a man was he before that, he would actually do such a thing as taking pictures as souvenirs, what a fucking weirdo!

But within three days, all the things hanging on the Internet were gone, and Zhang Zhenyang's room was much empty.

When Sister Man went to pick him up to the recording studio, she found that the oil painting in the living room was missing, so she asked casually, only to find out that Zhang Zhenyang had given it to him.

"Yes?" Sister Man's almond-shaped eyes widened, pointing at the empty wall, she was almost out of breath, "My little ancestor, you took such a precious painting for me? How much is it, you will give it to me." Already!"

Zhang Zhenyang tilted his head and thought for a while, then compared a number.

"50?"

Zhang Zhenyang shook his head.

"fifty thousand?"

Still shaking his head.

Sister Man felt that her blood pressure was a little high, and asked uncertainly, "Five thousand?"

Zhang Zhenyang still shook his head, and said the price himself, "500 yuan."

Sister Man supported the sofa to ensure that she would not faint on the ground. Looking at Zhang Zhenyang, she seemed to see a monster, "You just gave me 500 yuan for that painting?"

Seeing that Sister Man's expression was wrong, Zhang Zhenyang finally realized that he seemed to have done something wrong, and asked, "Sister Man, is there anything wrong with that painting?"

The painting in the living room is really ugly, but it's just a few twisted lines. Looking at it there, I feel dizzy.

He put it on the Internet, and initially asked for a price of 300 yuan. As a result, many people wanted it. He was secretly having fun and raised the price to 500 yuan.

Sneering in my heart, I secretly scolded the person who bought it as a fool.

I dare to buy a few lines for 500 yuan.He can draw many pictures every day!

Sister Man couldn't understand this man anymore. She looked at the painting that no longer existed on the wall and said, "Miss Youshu specially made it for you. It's worth at least 100 million yuan. You actually gave it to me for 500 yuan."

Zhang Zhenyang Petrochemical.

So what, just a few lines, at least 100 million?

"Sister Man, are you joking?" Zhang Zhenyang also felt that his blood pressure was a little high at the moment.

"What do you think?"

Zhang Zhenyang looked regretful, that painting would have cost many pairs of pants, but he gave it 500 yuan!

Now I can find that buyer and say that I don't want it?

Certainly not.

So now the ending is that the 100 million painting was lost by myself for 500 yuan.

"If Miss Youshu finds out about this, there will be nothing between the two of you in the future." Sister Man held her forehead and looked at Zhang Zhenyang helplessly.

What happened to my own artist? Ever since he was hit by a pillar, he has been acting dumb.

First, he offended his partner Leng Zhi, and now he despises the masterpiece of the book.

It's stupid enough.

It seems that I will take him to a mental hospital another day.

Zhang Zhenyang also felt that he might have to go to the hospital to have a look. After finishing the pile of things at home, he made up 11 yuan. He checked the price of the pair of pants online.

13 million.

In other words, I am still short of 2 yuan.

Things that can be solved with one painting, but I have so many things that I haven't got together yet.

It's a dog day!

Zhang Zhenyang looked at Sister Man with pitiful eyes, "Sister Man, do you know which painting is more valuable in my house?"

He has to find a way to get the money together.

Sister Man sneered and asked, "Let me tell you what is more valuable, and then you give me 500 yuan to go out. Huh?"

The word "um" lingered in his mouth for a long time, and Zhang Zhenyang felt goosebumps in his heart when he heard it.I also know that I did something wrong.

But how to say it?

Actually, I don't mean anything, I just want to scrape together some money to buy a new pair of pants for Leng Zhi?

Sister Man believed that she had a grudge against Leng Zhi before, if she said such a reason, Sister Man would definitely not believe it.

It's not just sister Man who doesn't believe it, she herself doesn't believe it either.

Maybe if the media finds out, the headlines will write like this.

Killing two birds with one stone, cheap famous paintings are just for satire and luxury.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhenyang couldn't help but shiver.But Sister Man didn't give him a chance to explain, she grabbed him and walked outside.

"You have more important things. Let's not mention this matter for now. Be honest with me, or I will tell you that you won't want to go out for five yuan paintings in the future!"