After becoming the personal model of the boss

"I don't want to! Why should I apologize to him? I didn't do anything wrong." Zhou Shang'an's eyebrows were all knit together, his lips were tightly pursed, and his face was displeased.

He held the mobile phone in his left hand and stuck it to his ear, and in his right hand, he held an advertisement that he had picked up by the side of the road. When he spoke, his eyes swept over it unconsciously.

I don't know what was said on the phone, Zhou Shang'an was so angry that his cheeks flushed red.

"If you don't give living expenses, you won't give it!" He shouted angrily.

A line of abrupt yellow characters on the upper left corner of the advertising paper suddenly came into his field of vision: Hiring high-quality models, five hundred per hour.

Zhou Shang'an was stunned for a moment, the person on the other end of the phone was still talking, but he didn't listen.

After a while, he yelled into the phone, "If you want to cut off the living expenses, just cut it off! I can work and support myself, hmph!" The momentum was stronger than any previous sentence.

After talking about Zhou Shang, she hung up the phone with a click.

He clenched the advertising paper in his hand.

Zhou Shangan was a senior in high school this year, his parents divorced, and he followed his father since he was a child.

His father runs a big company, and he is busy all year round.

Half a month ago, Zhou Shangan failed the exam again, but not only did he not take it seriously, he also stole the car keys at night and sneaked out to hang out with friends, and ended up hitting someone else's car. His father threw away a big deal for it Come back overnight.

This is not the first time Zhou Shang'an has caused trouble.

He was fined to face the wall at home and think about it for a week, but he sneaked out two days later.

It happened that his father came back with some close friends, and the father and son quarreled again on the spot.

Zhou Shang'an scolded his father as "dead wood, restricting personal freedom, and I want to sue him."

Dad Zhou was so angry that the veins on his forehead twitched violently and slapped him across the face.

Zhou Shang'an was stunned by the beating. This was the first time he had been slapped in the face in front of so many people since he grew up.

He cursed harshly, went out the door without looking back, and slammed the door loudly.

When he was leaving, Zhou Shangan heard his father say that he wanted to sever the father-son relationship with him.

This is the second week since his father cut off his living expenses. Zhou Shangan's bank card was not only frozen, but his father also prohibited all relatives and friends from sending money to him.

A few days ago, Zhou Shangan was able to ask a few good friends to borrow money, but he has always spent money lavishly, and it didn't take long for him to use it all up.

The person who called him just now was his housekeeper. The housekeeper took care of all the big and small matters in the house, including taking care of Zhou Shang'an.

The housekeeper advised him to have a good talk with his father, and said that this time his father was serious, and let him apologize and let it go.

Where did Zhou Shangan eat this set?There is no apology in his dictionary.

After walking a few more steps, Zhou Shangan seemed to remember something, smoothed out the advertising paper in his hand, looked at the address on it, and found that the recruiting place was in the alley next to it, not far away.

The unhappiness just now was instantly forgotten, Zhou Shangan still had a smug smile on his face, and whispered as he walked forward, "Hmph, it's not difficult to find a job..."

This building looks like it has been around for a while, the walls are mottled, and a lot of gray has fallen off the walls, revealing the brown bricks that were not neatly laid inside.

Zhou Shangan stood downstairs, his eyebrows could be twisted into a hemp rope, he pursed his lips, paused for a while, took a deep breath outside, and then walked in.

He counted the floors in his mind, and stopped in front of the door on the left of the third floor.

The wooden door panel is also very old, with various phone numbers painted on it, and some dark dyes of unknown origin.

The corridor seemed to still be filled with an unpleasant smell of decaying old things.

Zhou Shangan frowned impatiently and couldn't help holding his breath.

He remembered the cruel words just now, but still resisted the urge to turn around and leave.

Zhou Shang Anqu raised his index finger and was about to knock on the door, but the door was opened from the inside before his hand dropped.

A girl covered her mouth, clutched her clothes on her chest and ran out from behind the door. While running, she didn't forget to curse inside: "Rogue! You pervert!"

When passing by Zhou Shang'an, she paused, raised a face full of water to look at Zhou Shang'an, opened her mouth as if to say something, but finally turned her head away and ran downstairs.

Zhou Shangan blinked and looked inside curiously.

The room was pitch black, probably because the curtains were drawn, and Zhou Shangan couldn't see clearly, so he knocked on the door and asked in a low voice, "Is anyone there?"

After a moment of silence, a deep male voice sounded inside, "Come in."

The girl's face and the words she yelled into the room just now came to Zhou Shang'an's mind.

He glanced in again, before he lifted his foot and walked in.

After walking two steps, the man's deep and cold voice sounded again, "Close the door."

As soon as Zhou Shangan stepped into the dark room, his body became alert reflexively. The man's sudden voice sounded, and he couldn't help being startled. After thinking for a while, he still asked embarrassingly: "Why...how? Do not turn on the light?"

As soon as the voice fell, the innermost room lit up.

Only then did Zhou Shang'an close the door, and walked towards the only light in the room.

Approaching, Zhou Shang'an could clearly see the things in the room.

The room is small and a little old. There is a wooden desk in front of it. There are many small pots of paint on the floor on the left, and the floor is also stained with various colors. There is an easel in the middle of the room, and a sofa is placed on the right side of the door.

A man sat on the sofa.

The man glanced at him, stood up, and walked towards the desk.

Zhou Shangan was taken aback when he saw him, then asked, "Are you a painter?"

He Xiancheng leaned against the desk, sorting out the scattered drawing papers on the desk. He raised his eyes and glanced at Zhou Shangan, but instead of answering his question, he asked him instead, "Are you here to be a model?"

Zhou Shangan frowned, and said, "Yes," he asked without stopping, "Are you a painter?"

He Xiancheng didn't turn his head back, just uttered two words coldly, "Nonsense?"

Zhou Shang'an blinked, it was rare for someone to scold him and he didn't scold him back.

He just stared at He Xiancheng's figure for a long time, and Zhou Shang'an would believe him if he was a boxing coach.

The upper body of the person in front of him was naked, and the lower body was loosely tied with a pair of gray slacks, as if hanging on his crotch.

With wheat-colored skin, standard wide shoulders and narrow waist, the exposed pectoral and abdominal muscles are clearly visible, and the lines are plump and smooth. Every muscle seems to show vigorous masculine charm.

This is a figure that boys will envy when they see it, especially Zhou Shangan.

His natural frame is smaller than that of ordinary boys, and his skin is whiter. No matter how hard he exercises, he can't achieve this effect, but Zhou Shang'an still likes this kind of figure very much.

He couldn't help taking a few more glances, and found that there was a tattoo on the part of He Xiancheng's abdomen that extended into the slacks, but he couldn't make out what the pattern was. Zhou Shangan couldn't help staring at the tattoo, wanting to see what kind of picture it was.

He Xiancheng's deep voice suddenly sounded beside his ear, "Have you seen enough?"

Zhou Shang'an raised his head in an instant, he was like a voyeur who was caught on the spot, his heart skipped a beat.

"Who, who looked at you!" He replied angrily, but the blush on his cheeks betrayed him.

He Xiancheng didn't speak, turned around, looked at Zhou Shang'an coldly, the tattoo was completely exposed in sight.

It is half of a fish's tail, like that of a large whale shark. The fish's tail is upturned, occupying half of the lower abdomen, and the torso is hidden in the trousers.

Zhou Shang'an couldn't help but move his eyes down. He didn't see the pattern below, but only saw the bulging mass wrapped in gray slacks.

As if he had touched a minefield, Zhou Shang'an suddenly looked up at He Xiancheng's face, and found that he was also staring at him.

There seemed to be a vague smile on He Xiancheng's mouth.

Zhou Shang'an only felt his cheeks and neck were hot, and he glanced to the side in embarrassment and frowned. He wanted to say something, but before he could say anything, he heard He Xiancheng's calm and almost emotionless voice: "Take off your clothes."

Zhou Shangan froze for a moment, turned his head, opened his mouth wide and looked at He Xiancheng, "Ah?"

"A model? You're not here for an interview?" He Xiancheng took out a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket, and lit one.

He Xiancheng had no expression on his face, Zhou Shangan was a model for the first time, and this was even the first time he came out to work part-time.

He couldn't help thinking, maybe it was such a process?He just replied in a daze, "Oh... oh."

He crossed his hands and grabbed the hem of the shirt, flipped it up, and took off the hoodie on his upper body.

Zhou Shang'an's figure is actually good, he doesn't have big muscles, but his chest and abdomen are covered with a thin layer, and his fair skin looks more delicate under the light, which is a youthful look.

He Xiancheng exhaled a string of smoke rings, the smoke covered his face, and Zhou Shangan couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

He Xiancheng approached him.

He Xiancheng's hair is a bit long, slightly curly with a tug tied in the back, and a few strands hang down on his forehead. This hairstyle doesn't look feminine on him, and it's even a bit wild and handsome. Maybe it's because of his figure or that face. .

His facial contours are sharp, with prominent browbones, thick eyebrows, deep and slightly sunken eyes, and a strong nose bridge, giving him the feeling of a mixed race.

He Xiancheng stopped in front of him, and there was only three fists between them.

He is a head taller than Zhou Shangan, Zhou Shangan wants to look up at him.

The two did not speak.

Suddenly, Zhou Shang'an felt a rough hand on his stomach.

He Xiancheng's palm was so big that it almost covered half of Zhou Shangan's waist when it fell on Zhou Shangan's body.

Zhou Shang'an was taken aback for a moment, and felt that hand squeeze his waist.

His eyes widened in an instant, his body jerked violently, and then he jumped back, the expression on his face also changed from surprise to shock.

"You... what are you doing?!" His voice trembled.

The corner of He Xiancheng's mouth seemed to be ticked off, but his tone was still calm and he said, "It's an interview."

The face of the girl before entering the door flashed in Zhou Shang'an's mind, his heart tightened suddenly, and he took off the clothes to cover his naked upper body.

"Face to face, why are you touching!" Zhou Shang'an looked like an irritated little leopard.

With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, He Xiancheng explained with no expression on his face: "It depends on whether your body is qualified enough."

Zhou Shangan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, and heard He Xiancheng say again: "They are all men, can I eat you?"

He Xiancheng looked as if it was only right and proper.

Zhou Shang'an opened and closed his mouth without uttering a word. He looked at He Xiancheng suspiciously, but He Xiancheng just swallowed his clouds with a cold face, as if he didn't even bother to give any extra expressions.

Is this also the procedure to go?

After hesitating for a while, Zhou Shangan put down the clothes in front of him, looked at He Xiancheng, straightened his body, raised his neck, and pretended to be calm: "Are you ready? Are you qualified?"

But He Xiancheng just stared at his body and didn't speak, Zhou Shangan was going to get hairy, only then heard him say again: "Take off your pants too."