What to do if you have a crush on Party A

Mai Wenche didn't know at all that his act of caring from the standpoint of a friend would cause so much trouble in Ming Zhen's heart.

Chest pressed against chest, Ming Zhen felt the heat of his body, and the fireworks exploded in his brain, making him dizzy, and a warm current spread all over his limbs and bones.

But the physical trembling in his body could not be stopped after all, and Mai Wenche suddenly laughed softly in his ear: "Stop shaking."

The low breath of laughter sprayed in his ears, itching Ming Zhen just wanted to hide.He replied tremblingly: "It's cold, it's cold! I, I don't, I don't want to!"

After all, Ming Zhen is big, so it is still barely enough for two of them to wear one piece of clothing.What's more, although the upper body is kept warm, the lower body is still the empty shorts.

The bonfire over there slowly lit up. Mai Wenche asked Ming Zhen to move over to enjoy the fire. It was inconvenient for the two of them to walk face to face. Mai Wenche asked him to turn around and change to a posture of hugging him from behind. Moved to the campfire like a baby.

The wind was blowing in the mountains, and everyone saw that Ming Zhen was not wearing much, so they didn't pay much attention to their posture.

A make-up artist next to him was also warming up. He seemed to be familiar with Mai Wenche, and said, "Lulu, why did you change your assistant? Didn't your mother take the photo before?"

Mai Wenche smiled politely: "I'm not afraid of her hard work!"

"Then will this assistant follow you from now on?"

"Can't you? My assistant is so cute!" Mai Wenche said and pinched Ming Zhen's face.

The makeup artist looked at Ming Zhen, and there was something in her words: "It will definitely work! It's just that the business is a bit unfamiliar, so hurry up and get started!"

Mai Wenche said indifferently: "It's the first day!"

The makeup artist continued to insinuate: "After all, it doesn't look like an assistant, it looks like a model waiting for an assistant to serve."

Ming Zhen heard that she meant that she hadn't been of much help today, and was anxious to explain, but she didn't know what to say when she opened her mouth: "I—"

Mai Wenche interrupted Ming Zhen, continued to smile and said: "I also think he is not suitable to be an assistant, but rather a model. If my sister has a suitable plus-size men's clothing business in the future, I can introduce it to you!"

Over there, he also understood the meaning of protecting the calf in Mai Wenche's sentence, so he wisely stopped talking and turned his head to joke with other staff members.

Ming Zhen asked Mai Wenche in a low voice: "What does your assistant have to do? Am I not doing well today?"

There was still a smile in Mai Wenche's voice: "My assistant is here to play! Bringing an assistant is purely to make people think that you have a team and are not independent. Don't worry about her."

Ming Zhen didn't know whether he was coaxing herself or telling the truth, and wanted to ask something, but Mai Wenche suddenly asked, "Do you usually use perfume?"

Ming Zhen denied it in surprise, "No need."

"Huh?" Mai Wenche suddenly wrinkled his nose and sniffed his neck twice suspiciously.

Realizing that Mai Wenche actually sniffed him, a burst of goosebumps tingling with fireworks spread from his neck to his back, making Ming Zhen pay attention to his own smell.

Men are prone to sweating, and fat people are the hardest hit areas. When they sweat, they are prone to smell. Could it be that they have a smell after being exposed to the sun for a day and sweating all day?He asked tremblingly, "I... stink, stink?"

"No, where did the sweetness come from—that's why I asked you if you used perfume!"

The heart in Ming Zhen's throat slowly fell back into the chest cavity, and there was still a little unnoticeable throbbing.

He has never paid attention to his own body odor, and at this moment he is very glad that he is a fat man who loves cleanliness.

Ming Zhen doesn't have much social life, and he doesn't like sports, but occasionally he needs to combine work and rest after studying for a long time, and his only hobby that can be related to "Lao" is to pack things.Mopping the floor, wiping the table, and washing clothes, over time I developed a slight obsession with cleanliness.

In addition, most boys have a relatively high tolerance for slovenliness. In contrast, Ming Zhen has become a "clear stream".

"We are not allowed to wear perfume as models." Mai Wenche continued on.

"why?"

"Because the smell will rub onto the sample clothes."

"Oh." Ming Zhen responded.Mai Wenche kept talking to him with his chin resting on his shoulder. Ming Zhen felt that his shoulder was bearing part of the weight of the other party's body. Thinking that he was a little taller than the other party, he couldn't help arching his back slightly so that he didn't have to. Stamping is too hard.

Adjusting his posture calmly, Ming Zhen was distracted and thought about it, if he didn't wear perfume, what would Mai Wenche smell like?In fact, he could smell the other party's neck as soon as he turned his head, but he didn't dare to be curious.His back was pressed against the hot chest of the other party, and he was afraid that some random actions would reveal his latent thoughts, so he had no choice but to find something to change the subject: "Why did they call you Lulu?"

Mai Wenche explained to him that a male model like him who is only 177.5 in height is not tall enough to walk on the runway, and can't shoot many big names.Fortunately, the rise of e-commerce has created business opportunities for the rise of online shooting models. As long as the face is suitable, the height requirement can be appropriately lowered.

And online models like Mai Wenche, who are basically part-time college students, will most likely not take the path of professional models in the future, so they will use stage names or pseudonyms.He originally used the English name Luis, but after everyone became familiar with it, he shortened it to "Lu" or affectionately called "Lulu".

After explaining, he jokingly said that there are many wild models in this industry without agents or assistants, and now good-looking plus-size models are actually very popular.

After finishing speaking, Mai Wenche pointed his chin at the female model who had worked with him for a day today: "Her name is Jingjing, you can take one too."

Ming Zhen was still frowning and thinking, but the person behind him spoke again: "How about calling Dundun?"

To be honest, Ming Zhen very much minds when people call him little fat man, little fat man, but the strange thing is that he doesn't mind Mai Wenche calling him that.After all, this is Mai Wenche's tailor-made name for him. Maybe Xi Shi is in the eye of the beholder, and everything related to Mai Wenche will automatically be filtered.

However, Mai Wenche immediately denied himself again: "Not good! Mingzhen Mingzhen...what should I call it? Mingzhen, I only think of fighting openly and secretly—ah, how about calling it Doudou!"

"it is good--"

"No, Doudou sounds like acne! Hey," Mai Wenche's eyes lit up, "call it DouDou! DouDou, yes, yes!" He made a satisfied voice.

In those few years, the e-commerce industry was in full swing. Later, Ming Zhen followed Mak Wenche to many studios to shoot, which laid a certain foundation for him to choose his current job after graduation.

And that casual nickname has also accompanied Ming Zhen for three years, becoming Mai Wenche's exclusive title.

Others call him "Xiao Ming" and "Hazel", or "Big Bear" because he is tall and bulky, but only Mak Wenche would pinch his cheeks and call him "Doudou—"

It's like the unique nicknames given to each other by couples.

Their filming ended early the next day, after Mai Wenche settled the fee with the brand, he transferred 200 yuan to Ming Zhen, saying it was an assistant fee.

Mingzhen is not willing to accept it, saying that she has done nothing.

"You can take it if I give it to you! 100 yuan a day for an assistant is very cheap! I will trouble you in the future!" Mai Wenche said with a smile, "Why don't you take it and treat me to a meal!"

Ming Zhen quickly agreed.

On the bullet train back to City A, Mai Wenche was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes and said he wanted to catch up on sleep. After adjusting his position a few times, nothing seemed to work.

Ming Zhen looked at him quietly, watching Mai Wenche's head drop little by little, about to hit the car window, and then suddenly woke up in a daze.

With a heartbeat, the mouth has already made a suggestion in a low voice one step ahead of the brain: "Why don't you lean on my shoulder."

Thinking that he would refuse, Ming Zhen didn't expect much. Unexpectedly, Mai Wenche put his head on Ming Zhen's shoulder without saying a word, moved his body, adjusted a comfortable position, and then fell asleep. caught.

Knowing that she was taller than him, Ming Zhen slid down a little, not daring to move half of her shoulder.

He was swiping his phone with the other hand, and after an unknown amount of time, he suddenly heard someone say in his ear, "Where is this? It's so beautiful."

——Ming Zhen was swiping some landscape photos on her mobile phone, when she heard a voice, she was stunned: "Are you awake?"

"Hmm." Mai Wenche's voice was laziness of just waking up, but he didn't move his head away, and let out a satisfied sigh, "It's so fleshy and comfortable."

Naturally, he was talking about his "human pillow".It was the first time that Ming Zhen felt that "having flesh" was a good thing, and couldn't help but feel elated.

"Why are your hands so small?" Mai Wenche said again, and suddenly grabbed Ming Zhen's hand.

Ming Zhen didn't defend herself, and quickly changed the phone.

Mai Wenche squeezed his fleshy palm, and put his own palm on it to compare the size with Ming Zhen's.

When Ming Zhen weighed more than 200 kilograms, her face was round, her hands were round, and her belly was also round.

And Mai Wenche's hands are that kind of slender and skinny type. Compared with this, Ming Zhen's whole hand is round, fleshy and thick.

He was a little embarrassed, but he couldn't bear to withdraw his hand. The shoulder that was already numb from the pillow was even more stiff now.

Mai Wenche suddenly laughed: "Your fingers are so cute!"

"Lovely," that word again.Mai Wenche always said that he was cute, and when it came to Ming Zhen, he began to convince himself that maybe it would be better to be fatter?If you lose weight, you may not be cute...

"How cute—" Ming Zhen muttered softly.

"Can you dunk?" McWenche asked suddenly.

"I... don't know how to play basketball very much." Ming Zhen played basketball for a while when she was a child, and she was good at it, but she hasn't touched it much since she gained weight in adolescence. After all, the scene of a fat man running on the court is still Kind of ridiculous.First, he couldn't hold the basketball with one hand, and second, he couldn't jump so high, so naturally he couldn't dunk.He rolled his throat, swallowed a trace of embarrassment, and retorted, "It's not that my hands are small, it's that your hands are too big."

The people around him suddenly laughed lightly, then sat up straight suddenly, and said pointedly: "It's okay, in fact, small hands are also good, and every girlfriend will have big breasts in the future."

Ming Zhen doesn't like girls, and has no attachment to big breasts.

But the same reasoning is provable.

Do you have big breasts because of your small hands?

Hands are small...so big...

Ming Zhen didn't understand at first, so she didn't talk to her. After she figured out the twists and turns, her thoughts suddenly diverged, and a hot wave rushed straight to her face, and the tips of her ears turned red.

"Oh, you're blushing now? Tsk, Douuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

At that moment, Ming Zhen felt that she seemed to see Mai Wenche's villainous nature. ///