I stole the hero's golden finger

The distance between the two seats was relatively wide, Lin Feng did not bump into Ye Ruiting, but lay directly on Ye Ruiting's lap.

Fortunately, Ye Ruiting reached out to help him in time, but it was only on his forehead.

"I'm sorry, boss, a car suddenly cut in next to me just now."

Lin Feng's nose hit Ye Ruiting's thigh, which was sore and painful.

He covered his nose and asked Feng Lei angrily, "Who are you saying sorry to?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Xiaolin." Feng Lei apologized kindly.

Lin Feng got up, sniffed, and asked Ye Ruiting, "Are you okay?"

It's okay for him to fall down, but if something happens to Ye Ruiting, who can take the responsibility?

As for Ye Ruiting, who was sick and disabled, Lin Feng was really afraid that he would hit him and disable him all at once.

He touched his sore nose with one hand, and subconsciously touched Ye Ruiting's thigh/leg back and forth with the other hand.

Ye Ruiting looked at him with red eye circles, water vapor in his eyes, and his voice was still muffled.

With Lin Feng's hand still on his lap, Ye Ruiting felt that his body was about to fly lightly.

The chest cavity is transparent and comfortable, and the seven meridians and eight channels that were gradually weakened before have regained their vitality, and even the blood flow in the whole body seems to be accelerated.

His body temperature has been low all year round, but now he feels a little heat.

Lin Feng touched it a few times to confirm that Ye Ruiting was fine, and then he withdrew his hand.

"I'm fine." Ye Ruiting said.

He looked down at his hand, this hand was just touching Lin Feng's forehead, Lin Feng's forehead was very hot, it was the kind of boy running in the sun - the kind of youthful, sunny and energetic heat.

Ye Ruiting curled up his fingers, looked up at Lin Feng, "Your nose..."

"It's okay, just rub it and it'll be fine."

Lin Feng rubbed his nose, took a breath, felt less sore, and blinked hard a few times, the water vapor in his eyes blinked away.

Ye Ruiting didn't take out the check until the black Maybach slowly stopped at the roadside at the entrance of the community.

Ye Ruiting turned his head slightly to look at him, and said, "Goodbye."

Lin Feng: "..."

That's it.

Bye now? ?

Lin Feng felt that his nose was sore again, not only his nose was sore, but also his heart hurt.

The water vapor in the eyes is about to resurface.

Lin Feng got out of the car, closed the car door, waved sadly at the one-way glass window that could not be seen inside, turned around and walked towards the restaurant on the side of the road.

It wasn't until Lin Feng's back disappeared at the gate of the community that Ye Ruiting said softly: "You turned the steering wheel too hard."

Feng Lei: "..."

He is a technical soldier who has been in the army's automobile company for five years. His driving skills are completely fine, okay?

"Be careful next time."

"Yes, boss, I remember."

Ye Ruiting stretched out his slightly curled fingers, the residual warmth from Lin Feng's forehead still remained in his palms, and an idea slowly took shape in his heart.

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The next day, Lin Feng came to the company's training hall early.

There are still three days until the final of the modeling competition. Although he has inherited the memory of the original owner, seeing it and practicing it are completely different things.

The model training center has been very busy recently, the company has recruited a batch of new models, and the newcomer training hall is overcrowded.

Lin Feng's models who have entered the finals of the model competition have a dedicated training hall, and the company has invited well-known show directors to guide them in training.

When Zhao Ziheng saw Lin Feng, he almost pinched him to death with the corner of his eye.

Yesterday, his uncle didn't make the decision for him, and he got kicked twice for nothing. The most breathless thing was that some idiot poured soy milk on the ground, causing Lin Feng to kneel for no reason.

Wang Yile made a face at his figure, then turned to Lin Feng and said, "Don't pay attention to him, don't take what he said yesterday, either."

Lin Feng was disappointed because he didn't get the ticket last night, he guessed that the Ye family probably didn't plan to send him the ticket either.

He was caught in the plot and couldn't extricate himself.

Lin Feng said absently: "What words?"

Wang Yile: "Uh, that's right, I'm a straight man, really! I already have a girlfriend!"

Nine out of ten men in the model circle are gay, but Wang Yile is a real straight man.

But what Zhao Ziheng said yesterday seemed like he wanted to have sex with Lin Feng.

At first he didn't care, but when he went back to talk to his girlfriend last night, she also talked about him and talked about Lin Feng every day, and she suspected that he had taken a fancy to Lin Feng.

Wang Yile could yell out that he was wronged, he is a real steel straight man, he really only considers Lin Feng as a buddy.

Lin Feng glanced at him inexplicably, why did he say this suddenly?

As if no one is straight.

Wang Yile took out his mobile phone, dug out the photo album, and vowed: "Look, this is my girlfriend!"

Lin Feng glanced at the photo of a beautiful woman with apricot eyes, high nose, pointed chin and Wang Yile hugging each other.

"It looks pretty."

Cheng Congcong also came over to take a look, and said critically: "This is a photo scam, it looks like the watermark of the cute camera has not been removed."

Wang Yile stared, "She is also very beautiful in real life, she is a flat model!"

Lin Feng said: "When will it be available, why haven't I heard from you?"

Wang Yile suddenly shy, "Just, not long ago, about two weeks."

Lin Feng showed a meaningful smile, but felt a little melancholy in his heart, even Wang Yile had a girlfriend, and he was still a bachelor.

Not only is he a bachelor, but he is also a bachelor who is trapped in online loans. He is simply poor and miserable.

After a while, the show director came, and they also entered the training state.

Although Lin Feng has never been in contact with model training, the original owner's body has memories, how to use the crotch force to drive the thighs and calves, where to step down, how to concentrate the mind and form, the body will automatically give feedback.

The show director is a man, but he's actually a gay girl, which is known throughout the industry.

He saw Lin Feng's performance today, and coquettishly boasted: "Oh, dear, you have learned a lot recently. It seems that you have put in a lot of effort during this period, much better than before."

Lin Feng: "..."

Lin Feng was inexplicably praised, and got goosebumps all over again.

The director of the show turned around and squeezed his arm, "As long as this state continues, if there is no accident, it should be no problem to enter the top three in the final."

Lin Feng resisted not to slap him away.

Zhao Ziheng gave this side a hard look from behind.

Just happened to be seen by the show director.

"Oh my god!" The show director yelled exaggeratedly, turned around and patted Zhao Ziheng's chest muscles, "What's wrong with your eyes? The spotlights are very strong on the runway, so don't blink, honey, you can't do it , have to practice hard!"

Zhao Ziheng's face darkened.

Wang Yile and Cheng Congcong couldn't hold back their "poof" laughs.

After the training, a few people went back to the rest room to change clothes, and heard a model inside say: "The company has recently signed a group of new people, who are not qualified and not handsome, let alone catwalks, it is difficult to be a flat model." .”

"Those who spend money to train are just a reserve student."

"I heard that the training fee is 10,000+."

"That's right, if you don't have enough qualifications, you don't have to spend money. Unlike us, we are regular models."

A young C model who had just signed a contract asked, "Is the training over?"

Lin Feng searched the memory of the original owner, and found that this company recruits two batches of model reserve students every year, and earns money by charging high packaging fees.

Afterwards, the company will not sign them as official models. After going out, those with better qualifications can run a few small shows that are not popular, or the etiquette of a small exhibition, etc. If the qualifications are not good, they only have a training experience That's all.

"Is the training over? That's it. Then, there's no more."

Little C model said: "The company doesn't give them any guarantee, isn't this cheating money?"

Zhao Ziheng happened to come over after changing his clothes. After hearing this, he sneered and said, "What kind of money are you cheating? They paid the money voluntarily, and no one forced them, and the money was packaging fees. The company hired a model teacher to give them lessons." , Doesn’t it cost money to take a photo? The company is not doing charity.”

After speaking, he rolled his eyes, put his hands in his pockets and went out.

The little C model didn't dare to talk back to the company's big model, so she had to shut up and hold back.

After Lin Feng changed his clothes, he went downstairs with Wang Yile and Cheng Congcong, and saw a circle of people at the reception desk at the entrance of the company.

A middle-aged woman begged at the reception to take her son because she couldn't afford the packing fee.

Her son stood aside and said impatiently: "I told you to sell the house earlier, and you will feel sorry for that dilapidated house. Now that everyone has started training, I didn't even report my name."

A few people went over to see that the boy looked about sixteen and seventeen. He was good-looking and tall enough, but his body proportions were not good, and he was the same length from top to bottom.

The middle-aged woman was in a hurry to go to the doctor. When she saw the well-dressed Zhao Ziheng approaching, she thought she was in charge, walked over a few steps, and stretched out her hand to pull Zhao Ziheng's sleeve.

Zhao Ziheng took a step back and frowned, feeling disgusted and disgusted.

"I beg you to accept my son. He is in very good condition and can learn everything quickly. My son's dream is to become an international supermodel like Du Feihang. Please accept him first, and I will sell the house in a few days." , just pay the packing fee.”

Zhao Ziheng was disdainful in his heart, but he said: "I think your son's conditions are not bad, as long as you can quickly make up the packaging fee, I believe the company will accommodate you."

Cheng Congcong scoffed in a low voice: "This condition is not bad, you can't even be a B model."

Manager Qin hurried over at this time, and after understanding the situation, he took the mother and son upstairs to the office.

Wang Yile sighed: "Pity the hearts of the parents in the world. It may be the only house in their family, but this aunt can sell it for her son's dream."

The point is that her son's aptitude is not good, even if he enters the model circle, he will not be able to achieve much in the future.

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When Lin Feng returned to his residence, when he was at the gate of the community, suddenly a elusive man in black stood in front of him.

Lin Feng was still thinking about that aunt who sold the house for her son's dream, and almost bumped into the man in black.

Looking up, it was the familiar bodyguard, who seemed to be called Lei San.

Lin Feng: "..."

What are you doing?

Lei San still acted like he was doing business, and invited Lin Feng into the car in the same way.

Lin Feng asked wearily, "Is Miss Ye here?"

This time Lei San looked at Lin Feng in the rearview mirror, with a little more clarity in his eyes, "Missy is not here today."

After a pause, Lei San said again: "Maybe the eldest lady will go soon."

Lin Feng: "..."

Lin Fengsheng has nothing to love.

Why do you get votes, why invite him every day?

There is also the risk of Miss Ye, an NPC, taking the plot and dragging him into marriage.