Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Because the turning point came too fast, he was stunned for two or three seconds. Realizing that it was not polite to stare at people, the boy said hello dryly: "Hello."

But the other party didn't respond, just as a faint embarrassment filled his heart, the other party reached out and took off the earplugs: "What did you say?"

The embarrassment was like a razor clam on the beach quietly slipping back, and he mustered up the courage to say again: "Hello."

He Shanting put away the earplugs with a white silk handkerchief and put them in the pocket of his suit. He was not used to the noise of birds and birds in the bar, but the boy's voice was very clear in his ears.

After Song Zui finished speaking, the other party still didn't respond. When he was about to leave, the other party suddenly bent down and approached him bit by bit.

The man was 1.9 meters tall. He bent down and cast a dark shadow on his face. He was so close that he could clearly see the gray-blue eyes of the other party. Under the distinct eyelashes, it resembled the surface of the sea raging with dark currents.

He subconsciously froze, but he was still approaching. He felt his heart beating faster, but he hadn't recovered yet.

"Drink."

The other party stood up and said flatly.

Just as Song Zui was about to explain, he suddenly realized that his current reaction was not quite right, so he sniffed the smell of alcohol on his body.

"It's normal for adults to drink alcohol. I just drank a glass of white wine, and it won't affect the brain nerves and affect memory."

As soon as the 19-year-old's voice fell, his forehead felt cold, and the other party tapped him with a curvy index finger like punishment: "Study hard at this age."

When he heard the man's words, he felt a dilemma in his heart. How can he study after he has been admitted to Shanghai University?

It's just that he didn't say these words, he touched his forehead and left quickly, not realizing that the people behind him followed him unhurriedly.

At night, the Xu family's villa was quiet, the door of the upstairs room was tightly closed, and a layer of dust fell on the doorknob.

Bai Wenqiu, who was going upstairs with an iced coffee, stopped at the door of the room. After Song Zui left, Xu Ning didn't let anyone enter the boy's room. He didn't understand what a person from the mountains had to miss.

Holding the coffee, he opened the door casually, and the room kept the picture of when Song Zui left, no matter the bed, the table and chairs were cleaned up.

He thought that the teenagers would scramble to take away all the things, but they didn't take many things, and most of the clothes were in the closet.

Bai Wenqiu hasn't worn seasonal clothes since he was 16 years old, and he doesn't pay attention to the outdated clothes in the closet, which is not worth the price of a piece of clothing for him.

He was drinking his coffee and was about to leave the room when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a simple box on the table. Just by looking at the design of the box, he knew that the things inside were expensive, not something Song Zui could afford.

I guess it was sent by Xu Ning.

Bai Wenqiu looked out of the room, closed the door and opened the box after making sure no one was there. He thought it was ordinary jewelry, but what surprised him was that it contained imperial green, or the piece he had spotted at the auction.

Unreasonable anger surfaced in his heart, Xu Ning clearly took a photo of Emperor Green but told him that he didn't take a photo and secretly gave it to Song Zui.

He wouldn't be like a boy who was useless and hid himself and didn't dare to make a sound when he saw them getting close. He generously took the emperor green and walked out.

It just so happened that Xu Ning dragged his tired steps upstairs after his internship. He didn't know how he had offended his uncle during this time. Ever since Song Zui moved away, his work was getting more and more tiring, so he might as well go to the construction site to move bricks.

The good news is that the Grammar School starts next week, and he finally has a reason not to go to Tianyuan for an internship. If he continues his internship, he suspects that he will die suddenly in front of the computer.

His eyes fell on the stone in Bai Wenqiu's hand: "Did you buy that piece of Kodama last time?"

"I wanted to buy it at first." Xu Ning still spoke softly to Bai Wenqiu despite the hard work, "But I don't know who the buyer is, how did you buy it?"

Bai Wenqiu saw that the expression on Xu Ning's face didn't seem to be fake, and Xu Ning didn't dare to tell lies in front of him, and there was a thoughtful look on his face.

If the piece of blue water glass on Song Zui's neck was really stolen, there is no reason not to take this piece of good-quality imperial green. This can only show that what Song Zui said is true. You might even buy it.

"Ask Qiu?"

Xu Ning's words brought him back to his thoughts, and Xu Ning asked doubtfully, "Why are you so absent-minded today, and haven't asked how you got out of Song Zui's room?"

"I'll go into the room and open a window for ventilation." Bai Wenqiu replied after a while, "This piece of imperial green is a birthday present from my mother."

He suppressed the matter of imperial green to prevent Xu Ning from apologizing to the boy, and he really liked this piece of Kodama, even though he had never seen such a pure color of imperial green since he was a child.

No matter where Song Zui got this imperial green, but now that he's gone, what's left is his.

Xu Ning has no doubts about Bai Wenqiu's words. It is not surprising that the Bai family's strength gave him a piece of imperial green. It should be that the relationship with the family has begun to ease.

He couldn't help feeling a lot more relieved, because he felt bad for Bai Wenqiu because he broke up with his family, and he lived in a 5000 yuan apartment in a communal estate, and it was because of this that he decided to break up with Song Zui without even thinking about it.

Bai Wenqiu's hand reached into his clothes, and he held Bai Wenqiu's hand unnaturally: "Go upstairs."

I don't know why since Song Zui left, he avoided being intimate with the young man's room. The other party seemed to have really disappeared from his life. The nostalgia he thought was gone, and he didn't even know where the young man went.

Wu Zhen was waiting for Song Zui at the bar, and saw the young man talking to a tall and thin man from a distance, he was surprised that the young man who was sitting quietly reading a book in the corner would take the initiative to talk to him.

When the boy came back, he asked curiously, "Who is that person?"

"Male model."

The young man touched his forehead subconsciously. He didn't even know the name of that person. After his heartbeat calmed down, he said, "I should have persuaded him then."

He resigned from the canary industry. He thinks that the male model industry has a low ceiling. It is better to be taken care of by a rich woman than to earn money by himself. There is no need for such a good-looking person to do this.

"What are you going to persuade?" Yin Zihan, who was drunk from drinking, put his hand on Wu Zhen's shoulder and said, "Don't just walk in front of people and look at them, and then pretend to be a gentleman and persuade others to be good. Eight hundred and one thousand."

Song Zui silently took back his words, remembering the cries in the cubicle and asked, "Can't you save too much money as a male model?"

If you spend 20 yuan overnight, you can earn [-] yuan a month, and millions a year. I don’t know how much the other party owes others.

"How many people do you think are willing to come out and do this? Most of them owe gambling debts or are forced to come out by their family members. Maybe they don't have enough interest to pay back, and they don't have much to save. Old people don't know how to do anything else. Living in poverty, so earn as much as you can while you are young."

Just when the young man thought that Yin Zihan's words reflected humanistic care, he heard scolding: "A sister in the family came out to borrow money when she was sick, but his sister was cured. Open five or six bottles of tens of thousands of wine, don't be fooled by them."

Song Zui felt that he didn't need to worry at all. He didn't even have 600 yuan after paying his tuition fees. He didn't have this condition to raise a male model. Wouldn't it be good to have this money to buy books and study?

Wu Zhenguang knew that a well-known male model club in Shanghai had been suppressed. Yin Zihan seemed to be talking about knowledge from another world, so he couldn't help asking: "Is it you who won't talk about it?"

"None of your business." Yin Zihan blushed suspiciously.

Wu Zhen immediately closed his mouth to suppress his doubts, but the young man raised his eyebrows slightly, it was quite normal to be cheated by Yin Zihan's attitude of spending money like water in the bar.

There were only a lot of people in the bar at night. They squeezed out the crowd and walked out of the bar. A row of foreign-faced models stood outside the door. It could be said that they were of different types, indeed mixed with plastic surgery and mixed-race faces.

Some poses are twisted more enchantingly than snakes, and some can perform talent shows. Without exception, their faces are covered with heavy makeup.

Someone left contact information for the model, hundreds of yuan bills were rolled into the shape of cigarettes and handed to the model, and the nightlife in the bar seemed to have just begun.

Song Zui could still maintain his composure in the fragrant wind. Wu Zhen, who was studying hard at school, had never seen such a posture. He asked Yin Zihan suspiciously: "Why do you still have to pay for leaving your contact information?"

He thought it would be enough to just go up and ask if he could add WeChat, which made Wu Zhen, who had never seen the world, confused.

"It doesn't take time to add people? It depends on whether others are willing or not." Yin Zihan held Wu Zhen's shoulders a little dizzy, "Only newbies will go up and ask if they can join. Veterans know the rules. But generally they don’t care about you, they just ignore you.”

Suddenly Song Zui keenly felt a look from the side, and subconsciously looked out of the crowd like a thorn on his back.

He caught a glimpse of the man standing in the night wind, his blue-gray eyes were quietly looking at him.

Compared with the heavy make-up counterparts, the other party looks pure and unpretentious without dressing up, but compared with the lively and enthusiastic models, the expression is indifferent, it seems that he is not gentle, and the business should not be very good.

It's hard to imagine crying secretly in the toilet cubicle with this face on, it must be something difficult to spend money on.

The young man lowered his dark eyes as if recalling something, raised his head and regained his composure, and walked over to comfort him: "There's nothing I can't get over. I thought I couldn't survive, but I haven't lived a good life. There will always be someone who pays off the money." One day, I heard that your job is not easy and you need to adjust your mentality."

He Shanting frowned, "Who do you think I am?"

"I heard what you were crying in the toilet, but I didn't have time to tell you." The boy hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, I won't discriminate against you as male models."

I don't know if it was his own illusion, but when he finished speaking, he felt the air suddenly cooled down, and subconsciously wrapped his clothes.

He remembered Yin Zihan's words and didn't persuade the other party to be good. He just took out the pen and paper that he carried with him, and wrote down his phone number on the paper: "If you need help, you can call me."

He couldn't let the other party receive his contact information for nothing. Originally, he wanted to imitate others and send them out in hundred-yuan bills, but he restrained himself when he remembered his little savings, and took out five scattered dollars from his pocket.

He Shanting looked at the young man skillfully handing him his contact information, and curled his lips indifferently without the slightest smile. It's been half a month since I saw this fox who spends his days outside not only drinking but also learning to act as a male model?