God, your chapter H has been locked by me

Wei Ning has always been very efficient. He spent a day reading Brother Qi's notes and summarizing a report on the status quo of the male sex industry. He didn't eat dinner that night, so he went straight to the editor-in-chief's office with the materials.

The editor-in-chief was already waiting for him in the office. He took a glance at Wei Ning's report, put it on the table, and tapped the table with his fingers: "Have you done enough homework?"

"Leader, please randomly check!" Wei Ning promised, patting his chest.

The editor-in-chief hooked his mouth: "Okay, tell me what is 1 and what is 0?"

"Uh..." Wei Ning scratched his head.

"Have you thought about your stage name?"

The editor-in-chief's non-routine play made Wei Ning lose his position. While wondering why the editor-in-chief didn't ask him how the male sex industry is currently operating, he tried to answer the editor-in-chief's weird question: "Is it Xiao Ning or something?"

主编又笑了一下，笑得魏宁浑身不自在：“29-188-82-1-18，什么意思？”

"Age 29 years old, height 188, weight 82kg, uh... birthday is January 1?"

"Heh... birthday..." The editor-in-chief suddenly supported his forehead, his shoulders shook, Wei Ning was completely taken aback by his laughter, and was in a daze when the editor-in-chief suddenly stood up and put on his windbreaker: "Forget it, come with me first .”

Wei Ning followed the editor-in-chief downstairs and got into the car in a daze. He asked where he was going once, but the editor-in-chief dismissed him by saying "you'll know when you arrive". The car started, and there was an awkward silence in the car.

Wei Ning looked out of the window, feeling a little uncomfortable. The editor-in-chief has a strong aura, and in the enclosed space, the smell of tobacco on his body spread domineeringly. Wei Ning stared at the profile of the editor-in-chief through the window, racking his brains Thinking about what to talk about.

"This car is a Land Rover..."

"What size underwear do you wear?"

The two people spoke at the same time, Wei Ning finally thought of the topic stuck in his throat and turned into a cough. He thought he heard it wrong, and looked at the editor-in-chief in a daze: "What, what?"

The editor-in-chief turned his head and took a look at Wei Ning's Xiasanlu, Wei Ning subconsciously clamped his legs: "That..."

The car suddenly pulled over and stopped, the editor-in-chief turned off the ignition and said, "Get out of the car."

Wei Ning turned his head, and in front of him was a CK underwear flagship store.

"Editor-in-chief, are you really going to buy underwear? This is too strange...why..." Wei Ning shyly ran behind the editor-in-chief's buttocks. Seeing that the editor-in-chief was about to go in, he quickly grabbed the editor-in-chief's arm: "I don't need to buy it. If you want to buy it, I'll wait for you outside..."

"Of course I bought it for you." The editor-in-chief said with a natural expression: "Don't make trouble, people are watching you."

"..." Wei Ning let go of his hand with a bitter face.

Editor-in-chief, is your tone and wording really good?This is an underwear store!It will be misleading!

Of course, the editor-in-chief couldn't hear his inner cries, so he went straight to the shelf to pick out a pair of black bullet underwear, turned his head to look at Wei Ning, and picked up another pair of triangular white underwear.

"Will you try?"

Wei Ning's face was already very ugly. He grabbed the underwear, glanced at the size hastily, and said in a low voice, "One size smaller."

"That's just right." The editor-in-chief was on the contrary calm, ignoring Wei Ning who was so embarrassing that he was almost trembling, and went to the counter to pay.Wei Ning followed behind the editor-in-chief with his head down, receiving the spotlight-like gaze of the cashier lady, and his ears became hotter and hotter uncontrollably.

"Have you eaten yet?" The editor-in-chief suddenly turned his head, his eyes lingering briefly on Wei Ning's red ears: "You wait for me at the McDonald's opposite, and bring me a hamburger."

Wei Ning nodded, and rushed out of the underwear shop as if fleeing.The editor-in-chief smiled, took out his mobile phone and made a call: "Take a kid to your place to take pictures later, and clear the scene. This kid has a thin skin."

When the editor-in-chief came out with the ostentatious CK packaging bag, Wei Ning, who was originally sitting in Mak's, stood up suddenly, rushed out with the food bag, and stopped the editor-in-chief at the door: "Let's eat in the car, save time?"

The editor-in-chief frowned. He didn't like the smell of food in the car, but... the ears of the person opposite were too red.He hummed, turned around, and walked towards the parking lot.

"I bought two kinds, which one do you want?" Wei Ning got into the car and began to eat, the editor-in-chief grabbed a hamburger at random, and opened the car window a little.

"Um...can you tell me why you bought me...uh...underwear?" Wei Ning took a bite of the hamburger, feeling a bit disoriented.

"Artistic photos." The editor-in-chief said indifferently: "It's better if I take pictures for you in advance than if you go to that kind of place and let others take pictures?"

"Cough, cough, cough..." Wei Ning almost choked on the hamburger. He went through the exposure photos on pornographic websites in his mind, and his blushing face became darker again.

The editor-in-chief handed him a pack of tissues: "You have to practice your face."

"I'm a straight man...it's true...it's too hard to get used to..." Wei Ning muttered, not knowing why, it would be okay if Brother Qi was with him for this kind of preparation, the editor-in-chief let his shame index by his side sub doubled.Wei Ning drank his coke with his head down, and suddenly a big hand touched his head: "Relax, it's just work."

Wei Ning was stunned. When he looked up, the editor-in-chief had already retracted his hand and started the car. This time the editor-in-chief turned on the car stereo, and the music made the atmosphere in the car more relaxed. Looking at the rapidly receding street lights outside the window, they had arrived at their destination in a daze.

This is a professional photography studio. The photographer and the editor-in-chief seem to know each other very well. The two exchanged some pleasantries, and the editor-in-chief handed him the CK: "Put it on first."

The temperature in the studio is suitable, and of course it won't be cold if you are naked, but when Wei Ning walked out wearing the brand-name underwear handpicked by the editor-in-chief, he still had goose bumps on his body.Wei Ning didn't dare to wear the white triangle, but the black boxer was tight on his body, and the shape of that place could be seen at a glance, and it didn't feel any better because of the multiple pieces of cloth.Wei Ning was inspected by the editor-in-chief and the photographer, and the editor-in-chief turned his head and said something to the photographer after looking at it.

"I also bought a white pair, but I probably won't need it anymore. It's bigger than I thought."

Fuck, editor-in-chief, since you are whispering, don't let me hear it!What is bigger than you think!Is your starting point for buying white underwear is that white makes me look fatter and make me more majestic and majestic? ? ? ?

Wei Ning's expression was distorted. The photographer adjusted the light and waved at him: "The model should be more natural."

Wei Ning reluctantly took a pose, the photographer took a few pictures, and called the editor-in-chief to look at it, and the two of them studied it.

"It's too white, even though it has muscles, it doesn't look good when photographed, so put some oil on it!" The photographer said, asking the makeup artist to adjust Wei Ning, while he was chatting with the editor-in-chief. This is a magazine that specializes in shooting covers and inserts. The studio, photographer and editor-in-chief are very familiar.

"Why did you bring someone here? I've never seen you care so much about any model before." The photographer joked about the editor-in-chief: "Why, this one suits your taste?"

"I can't afford it." The editor-in-chief looked at Wei Ning, who was blushing, and refused to ask the female makeup artist to rub the foundation on him, insisting on doing it himself: "It's too tender."

"That's right, you have to take responsibility for ruining someone's family, it's not worth it." The photographer shrugged: "You are not a good person, if you really provoke that child, he will not be able to hold you back... Tsk tsk, Human tragedy."

The editor-in-chief didn't answer, and went directly to Wei Ning, and took the sunscreen from the makeup artist: "Don't waste time, turn around."

Even if it is the editor-in-chief, it is better to let a man touch it than a woman, Wei Ning immediately turned around, the editor-in-chief moved quickly, wiped his hand along his back a few times, and patted his shoulder: "Go ahead yourself." Although Having said that, but the editor-in-chief stood still, Wei Ning had no choice but to smear himself under his scrutiny.

"that……"

"Just sit like this." The editor-in-chief looked at Wei Ning: "Put your arms on the back of the chair, lean back a little, bend your left leg, step on the chair, and spread your legs apart..."

Wei Ning followed the editor-in-chief's instructions every step of the way. He didn't know if he was nervous. His heart was beating wildly, and his mind was in a mess. But at this moment, the editor-in-chief squatted down, and his open legs were facing him. For a moment, Wei Ning seemed to hear the sound of his integrity being broken.

"Why are you blushing, control it." The editor-in-chief has a serious expression. In comparison, Wei Ning looks more amateurish. His lips are dry, his cheeks are hot, and he looks like a duck hanging from an oven. Cramped.

"This is out of my control... Can you change the observation point?" Wei Ning swallowed, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, he was a person who loves to sweat, but now he was nervous, and was burned by the incandescent lamp, sweating The beads slid down the inner thighs: "Editor-in-Chief..."

The editor-in-chief suddenly stood up, turned his head and waved to the cameraman: "You shoot from my angle." After speaking, he went to sit under the stage, and the makeup artist poured him a glass of water.

Half an hour later, Wei Ning finally finished the torturous shooting work. He took a shower to wash off his makeup, and when he finished packing, the editor-in-chief was finalizing the time to take the photos with the photographer.When Wei Ning walked over, he saw that his photos had been stored in a folder called "Little White Dragon". The photographer said that he still needed to retouch the photos.

"Little Bailong?" Wei Ning finally couldn't help asking when he and the editor-in-chief left the studio.

"Your stage name." The editor-in-chief raised his lips.

"..." Wei Ning gave up struggling, he glanced at the time, it was already ten o'clock, so he tentatively asked, "Are there any other arrangements for today?"

"Do you think you are a qualified undercover agent now?" The editor-in-chief turned to look at Wei Ning.

"Uh..." Wei Ning turned his head away: "I was a little confident at first, but now I'm completely beaten."

"I'll take you to find confidence now." The editor-in-chief said, striding towards the car.

"Where are you going?" Wei Ning chased after him.

The editor-in-chief stopped suddenly, and Wei Ning almost bumped into him, so that when the editor-in-chief turned around, the two faces were very close: "Follow me closely, be careful not to let someone eat you." Invaded Wei Ning's brain again.

Is this person really the unsmiling and cold editor-in-chief he knew?