I think I should send a text message or make a phone call to Mr. Model at this time, otherwise I will look like the kind of person who throws it away when it is used up.

I picked up the phone and found Mr. Model's number, but my hands stopped.

"There must have been an accident at Li Shaonian's family, and he compromised on the unspoken rules."

What the little girl said came to mind, no matter how much I thought about it, it was not reasonable enough, because Mr. Model really didn’t ask for anything when we were together, and never asked me to use my relationship to help him.Occasionally, when I buy him a car or a house, he doesn't seem particularly happy, with a cold expression on his face.

After thinking about it, I felt that Mr. Model was really aggrieved.

I hesitated for a while, but did not make a call.

I made a call to Mr. Model's agent, who knew about our relationship.

"Tell him that you don't have to come here today."

Since I couldn't remember the name, I simply said a word and hung up the phone.

When Mr. Model hears this sentence, he will definitely know what I mean.

I was a little lost, and wanted to ask the little girl outside the door to make me a cup of coffee, but no one agreed, and I don't know if the little girl fainted in the toilet.

Holding a stack of thick documents, I have no motivation to work for the first time.

I stood up, walked around a few times, sat down again, and searched online.

After thinking about it for a long time, I thought of the word Li Shao, and searched tentatively, and a bunch of news about famous male models being trapped in Baoyangmen popped up densely. When the two groups hugged each other, only one of them was quite similar to the model Mr. To be precise, in this photo, anyone would do.However, in the news, Li XX was mentioned one sentence at a time, and the Milan male model was mentioned at the same time. The meaning of targeting was too obvious.

I called my uncle's son again, a man with a lot of power in the press.

I copied his name on a piece of paper, stared at the paper and called: "Is it Zhang Xiang? I'm my cousin, I want to do something."

"...Yes, put down the matter about Li Shaonian, and warn those who talk nonsense, okay, I'll treat you to dinner another day."

I hung up the phone, not knowing what to do again.

In the end, I went back to another house, which was empty and cold. I changed into casual clothes, went to the supermarket to buy a bunch of snacks, and sat in front of the TV idly watching TV.

The eyelids were getting heavier, and I rubbed my eyes, feeling pain in my spine.

I can't seem to do without Mr. Model.

I feel a little lost.

But I'm already ready to let him go. What I told his agent means that he doesn't have to come today, and of course he doesn't have to come tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

regret.

I lost money, I spent money, and now I let people go.

I must be confused.

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