After becoming the personal model of the boss

Zhou Shang'an went downstairs in a rage, the redness on his cheeks still hadn't dissipated.

He put his hands in his trouser pockets, and suddenly felt a lump of something. He put his hands down a bit, took it out, and found that it was the advertising paper he had picked up at the side of the road before.

He remembered that line of writing, smoothed the ball of paper, and looked towards the upper right corner.

The face was stuck in, and Zhou Shang'an found that there were actually a few words in it, which looked like ants, and almost blended with the red background: only recruit nude models.

Zhou Shangan froze for a moment, his face tightened, and a word popped out of his mouth, "Fuck!"

Angrily, he crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it vigorously into the garbage truck next to him, hoping to throw it as far as possible.

school.

Zhou Shang'an was lying on the table with his face close to his arms, half of his arms were hanging outside the desk, his big round eyes were almost narrowed into slits, his bangs on his forehead were messy, and he looked depressed.

Shen Han went to the toilet and came back, seeing Zhou Shangan's appearance, he was startled, "Yo, what's the matter?"

Zhou Shangan moved his lips, and slowly spit out a few words, "...Maybe he is going to die."

Shen Han immediately approached, sat next to him, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile, "What are you talking about?"

Zhou Shang'an pursed his lips, raised his face, and turned around, with the back of his head facing Shen Han.

Seeing this, Shen Han smiled, ran around to Zhou Shangan, looked at his face, and asked, "What's wrong with Zhou Shao?"

Zhou Shangan stared blankly at a corner of the table, "You don't understand even if you tell me."

"No money again?" Shen Han asked tentatively.

Zhou Shangan immediately looked up and glared at him.

Shen Han understood, patted Zhou Shang'an's arm, and said very reasonablely: "It's okay, how much do you want, I have it."

Zhou Shangan felt even more wronged when he heard this sentence.

He raised his head and asked Shen Han, "How much did I lend you?"

Shen Han frowned and thought, "Five or six thousand." Then he looked at Zhou Shang'an and said, "Don't rush to pay it back."

After Zhou Shangan heard this, his whole body went limp and he lay back on the table.

He never imagined that he would be reduced to such a day, relying on borrowing money to support himself.

Not only did he not go home these days, he didn't even have a change of clothes.

So he lived in a hotel, bought clothes, and at the beginning he lived a carefree life, eating and drinking, and felt that the days when no one cared about him were happy like a fairy.

Gradually, Zhou Shangan discovered a problem. The money on him was like running water, and it disappeared as soon as he touched it.

He only had hotel money for one night's stay in his pocket, and Zhou Shang'an thought anxiously that he couldn't go to his friend's house yet, and he would be arrested by the housekeeper.

In the afternoon, Zhou Shangan stood in front of an interior decoration design store some distance from the school, staring at the billboard next to him in a daze.

This is a newly opened store, and it says that it is eager to recruit hourly workers.

After hesitating for a long time, Zhou Shangan gritted his teeth and went in anyway, but before he could talk clearly, the boss stuffed a stack of advertising papers into his arms.

The boss gesticulated at him: "In this area, three stacks of papers will be distributed in five hours."

Zhou Shangan glanced at the papers in his arms, there were at least a few hundred sheets, and then looked at the traffic flow outside, it was almost night, everyone went back to eat, and there were not many people on the road.

"Boss, how much is your salary?" Zhou Shangan asked while flipping through the advertisement paper in his hand.

The boss was burying his head in his notebook and counting something. He raised his head when he heard it, frowned, looked at Zhou Shang'an dissatisfied, and stretched out five fingers.

The movement of Zhou Shang'an's hands stopped, and he asked a little excitedly, "Five...hundred?"

As soon as the words came out, the boss was taken aback by him for a moment, and the volume turned up a few tunes in an instant, "Five hundred?! I'll give you the shop, and you can open me a part-time job at this price."

The boss went on to say the price.

After Zhou Shangan heard this, he slammed the advertisement paper on the table, puffed his face, and went out angrily.

At the end, he yelled angrily, "Fifty?! Dream ass!"

Zhou Shangan searched for a few more shops, but found that the wages were lower than the last one, which was simply exploiting cheap labor.

In the end, Zhou Shang'an walked on the side of the road dejectedly, staring down at the stones on his toes. The stones were kicked by him as he walked, and rolled around on the street.

He didn't have the nerve to borrow money from Shen Han in the afternoon, he was a student, and he knew in his heart that Shen Han didn't have that much money to lend to himself, let alone already borrowed so much from Shen Han.

Zhou Shang'an pursed her lips, a little annoyed.

Suddenly, he stopped.

Zhou Shangan caught a glimpse of a piece of advertising paper on the ground, a familiar home appliance promotion, with a touch of red in the familiar upper right corner.

There are faintly a few lines of yellow characters on the red background.

Zhou Shangan looked down, and his toes were still tapping the upper right corner. After a while, he gritted his teeth, turned and walked towards a small alley behind him.

Walking to the door of He Xiancheng's house again, the familiar dirty and unpleasant smell.

Zhou Shang'an was still frowning, but this time he was carrying a bag in his hand.

Inside was the pair of jeans he had soiled two days ago. After washing it once, he found that it was not clean at all, so he left it in the hotel and forgot to throw it away.

Zhou Shang'an stood in front of the door, straightening his back as if cheering up.

He closed his eyes, and said silently in his heart: This is not prostitution to make money, no, yes, if asked, just say I came to wash pants, yes, that's it...

Zhou Shang'an mustered all his strength, raised his hand and knocked on the door, but the door opened automatically.

The door was unlocked and ajar.

Zhou Shang'an was taken aback, carefully opened the door, poked his head in, and found that the dark room was bright this time.

The curtains in the living room were drawn, and he could clearly see the furnishings in the room.

There is a simple dining table in the middle of the living room, it is not big, the open kitchen is on the left, the toilet is next to it, the door behind the front is probably the bedroom, and the front right is the room he entered last time, and the light is still on at the moment

Zhou Shang'an called inside, "Is anyone there?"

No one should.

He watched it for a while, then walked in.

Although the lights were on, the room was quiet.

When Zhou Shangan approached, he first saw a white leg, he was slightly startled, and then took a few steps forward.

There was a man lying on the sofa, a very handsome man.

Yes, Zhou Shang'an can only think of using the word beautiful to describe it.

The man's facial features are very delicate, and his skin is so white that it is almost transparent.He was naked to the waist, with a thin body, his legs were stretched casually on the ground, his elbows rested on the armrest of the sofa, his eyes were downcast, and he didn't know where to look.

"Okay." He Xiancheng's low voice suddenly sounded.

Only then did Zhou Shangan come back to his senses, looking for the voice.

He Xiancheng was sitting on a chair directly opposite the sofa, an easel was placed in front of him, and he stood up as soon as he finished speaking.

When the handsome man heard it, it was as if a delicate sculpture came to life in an instant. He trotted towards He Xiancheng, walked in front of He Xiancheng, nodded his chin with his index finger, and carefully looked at the painting on the easel.

He Xiancheng put the pen in his hand on the stand next to him, then raised his eyes to look at Zhou Shangan, and asked, "What's the matter?"

I don't know if it was because of what happened two days ago, Zhou Shang'an felt a little flustered when he saw He Xiancheng.

Zhou Shang'an glanced away to avoid looking at his face, "I..." He bit his lip, he was embarrassed to directly say the purpose of this visit, and only whispered, "...I have something to do."

The man who was sitting on the sofa before noticed Zhou Shangan's presence.

He looked at Zhou Shang'an, but He Xiancheng asked, "Is your new customer?"

He Xiancheng didn't speak.

Zhou Shang'an only felt that the air was so embarrassing that it was about to condense into a lump, and he quickly replied: "Yes, customer."

The man smiled at him, carefully took out the drawing paper from the easel, looked at it carefully twice, and nodded with satisfaction while reading, "Sure enough, I still want to come to you."

He Xiancheng had no expression on his face, and he took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket lazily, took out one and lit it.

The man seemed to have gotten used to his attitude a long time ago, he smiled, patted He Xiancheng's arm, and took another look at Zhou Shang'an.

Zhou Shang'an always felt that the man's eyes seemed to be looking at some goods, which made him very uncomfortable.

"Then I won't bother you, Xiancheng, let's make an appointment next time."

He Xiancheng exhaled a string of smoke rings and nodded towards the man.

The man then picked up the coat hanging by the wall and went out the door.

When the man left, He Xiancheng sat on the sofa with his legs crossed lazily, he didn't say anything to Zhou Shangan, he only smoked.

A white mist hazyly covered his face.

Zhou Shang'an waited for quite a while, but He Xiancheng asked him why he came.

The tip of his tongue impatiently touched the back of his teeth, and finally he took the initiative to speak. He took a step forward, lifted the bag in his hand towards He Xiancheng's eyes, and said in a muffled voice, "Here."

The bag in Zhou Shang'an's hand shook and almost hit He Xiancheng in the face.

He Xiancheng backed his neck slightly, raised his eyes to look at Zhou Shangan, and frowned, "What?"

Zhou Shangan shook his hand holding the bag, pursed his lips, and said, "I...my pants are dirty."

He Xiancheng was taken aback for a moment, raised his eyebrows, took a puff of cigarette, "So?"

Then he stubbed out the cigarette butt and threw it into the ashtray beside him.

He Xiancheng raised his eyes, looking at Zhou Shang'an with his dark and deep eyes.

After lying nonsense, Zhou Shang'an found that the next words were not so hard to say. He threw the bag on the sofa, turned around with his hands behind his back, pretended to look around the room, and muttered, "Just, I'll lend you... I'll borrow yours." Water, wash it off."

He Xiancheng laughed suddenly, and pointed to the cubicle before, "It's inside, go by yourself."

Zhou Shang'an didn't expect He Xiancheng to agree so quickly, and turned to look at He Xiancheng in surprise.

He Xiancheng wasn't looking at him, he turned his head sideways and looked at the balcony window, but he didn't know what he was looking at.

Zhou Shang'an opened his mouth, but he was not ashamed to tell the real purpose of his visit this time.

He had no choice but to go back, pick up the bag that he threw on the sofa, and carried it into the compartment.

After entering the cubicle, Zhou Shangan was worried again, where did he wash his clothes?

The clothes in the hotel are put into the washing machine by the cleaning aunt.

Zhou Shang'an looked at the pants in his hand with a troubled expression.

In fact, it doesn’t matter if you don’t wash it and throw it away, this is just an excuse for him to come here again.

Thinking of this, Zhou Shang'an casually threw his pants into the water, soaked them all, then turned around and walked outside the house.

But He Xiancheng was not in the room anymore, Zhou Shangan was taken aback, and walked towards the living room outside, and sure enough, he saw He Xiancheng was there, taking ingredients from the refrigerator.

"You haven't had dinner yet?" Zhou Shang'an walked over to strike up a conversation.

He Xiancheng glanced at him and said calmly, "Not yet." He took out a few eggs from the refrigerator as he spoke.

"What do you eat?" Zhou Shangan approached and asked curiously.

He Xiancheng took out some more ingredients, and Zhou Shangan glanced at the refrigerator, and found that beer cans accounted for more than half, but there were very few edible ingredients.

It was a refrigerator for a single man at a glance.

"Face." He Xiancheng answered very simply, with his face, it gave people a feeling that he didn't really want to talk to you.

He Xiancheng turned around and went into the kitchen. Zhou Shangan stared at his back, biting his lower lip with his upper teeth tangled, watched for a while, and finally followed him in.

The kitchen is not big, but there are basic tools.

"Do you know how to cook?" Zhou Shangan stepped forward to watch He Xiancheng chop the vegetables, and asked knowingly.

He Xiancheng didn't reply to him directly this time.

He Xiancheng was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt, his arm muscles agitated with the strength of his hands.

Zhou Shangan touched the back of his teeth with the tip of his tongue, took a deep breath, and asked, "Is that person your client?"

This time Zhou Shangan didn't wait for him to return, and continued by himself: "Did he tell you to narrowly win? What's your name? My name is Zhou Shangan."

He Xiancheng peeled and cut the tomatoes and put them on a plate, his voice was cold, "He Xiancheng."

Zhou Shang'an replied "Oh".

Then he didn't know what to say, his eyes wandered around, and it didn't take long before he smelled a nice fragrance.

His eyes were attracted by what was cooking in He Xiancheng's pot, and the side dishes and noodles were put into the pot together.

When He Xiancheng put the dishes on the table and brought them to the dining table, Zhou Shangan remembered that he hadn't said anything about his business, and it was getting dark outside the window.

He also followed He Xiancheng to the dining table in the living room and sat down.

He Xiancheng glanced at him, but didn't chase him away, and let him follow like a follower.

While He Xiancheng was eating noodles, Zhou Shang'an looked at the noodles in He Xiancheng's bowl.

It was just a simple bowl of tomato and egg noodles, but He Xiansheng cooked it very fragrant and delicious.

Zhou An swallowed his saliva, remembering that he hadn't eaten in the afternoon.

Seeing He Xiancheng raised his head, he quickly glanced to the side again, opened his mouth, and chattered up the topic uncomfortably, "Did that person just come to ask you to paint?"

Zhou Shangan looked out the window, but his nerves were tense to pay attention to He Xiancheng's reaction.

He heard He Xiancheng say "hmm".

"Oh..." Zhou Shang'an rested his chin on the back of his hand, his slender eyelashes flickered, and whispered, "I thought he was some kind of nude model..."

He Xiancheng raised his head to look at Zhou Shangan, and replied to him in a rare way: "He is wearing clothes."

Zhou Shangan blushed as if thinking of something, he said "Oh..." with a trailing sound, then dodged his eyes, and asked in a very unnatural tone: "Then... do you still lack that kind here?"