Women's clothing boss love plan

Being despised by Zhong Linyun, I slammed the door angrily and left, turned around and threw myself on the bed, thumped my legs angrily, and secretly vowed to let him see that there is more than just a job of selling one's strength in this world.

There are also those who sell their wisdom, their thinking, and their bodies...

and many more

I'm a little short of selling my own wisdom, but I'm not down to the point where I have to undress and lie down for a living.

So I made a compromise between the two and chose to sell my beauty.

Objectively speaking, without exaggeration, I really look good.

Thin eyebrows and round eyes.

He looked like a junior high school boy who hadn't graduated.

……

little girl.

And creatures like men, no matter how straight they are, seem to be very interested in weak and gentle creatures.

Whether their purpose is to protect or destroy.

Anyway, they will just gather around those fragile but beautiful creatures.

Appearance is an invisible bonus item forever. When I wrote my resume, I was very superficial and hypocritical, so I wrote it in the notes.

"Excellent appearance, sought after by many people of the same sex."

"But you haven't even been in a relationship." My friend reminded me, chewing gum.

"What do you know?" I said righteously, "Singleness can also be divided into active singleness and passive singleness. Anyway, I am definitely not the latter, how about you?"

"I'm not single." My friend said ruthlessly, "I wish you to take the initiative to be single as soon as possible, boy scout baby."

What he said made my teeth itch.

Men and women who are restless in adolescence, who doesn't want to talk about a vigorous love.

Even if I am autistic, I feel the same way.

The only difference is that my standards are a little higher than the rest.

……

To be precise, it is much higher.

High above, to the point of harshness.

First of all, in terms of appearance, my picky aesthetic brushed out a group of strange men for me.

Most of the people who have passed the first level have good facial features, at least they can be classified as handsome.

And how many of these handsome guys who were raised and raised have good personalities.

I once tried to develop some emotion beyond friendship with a friend who really liked my aesthetic.

However, after getting in touch with him, the impression he gave me was that.

Conceited and hypocritical, noisy ordinary people.

There is no straight man's life, but a straight man's cancer heart.

In just a few days, he forced me to reveal my true nature, opened my bloody mouth wide open, and shouted at my throat, telling him to get out.

"How can you get a partner like this." The friend shook his head and said sympathetically, "Is there really a male creature in the world that matches your sexual fantasies and girlish feelings at the same time?"

I thought to myself, yes.

Zhong Linyun is.

But if I worked up the courage to confess to him, he might pump his fists and send me to the hospital.

Closer to home, in the end, I couldn't rely on a cute and pitiful face to deceive one or more boyfriends.

Before that, I used my face to cheat bundles of banknotes.

In fact, it can't be called cheating, at most it's a fair trade, everyone gets what they need.

My dog ​​friend's fox friend's fox friend dog friend opened a new photo studio.

The studio is short of a model, and I happen to be short of money.

Although it is said that I am out of the siege among many job applicants, most of the reasons are.

I have a relationship.

But the studio did not suffer either.

They spent a model's money and hired two employees, a male model and a female model.

What a deal.

The expression of the last interview girl who was squeezed away by me is still fresh in my memory.

Those little aggrieved eyes, as if I stole not her job, but her dream.

Girl, I hope you understand.

What you lose may be an unattainable dream.

But what I got was an extra salary of 200 yuan!

In line with the principle of taking money to work, I took more than 300 promotional photos for the studio in one breath, enough for them to put in next year.

……

If they don't close down next year.

Although I don't have much talent, my fashion expression is really good, no matter what the subject is.

Crazy, sick, ignorant, stupid.

I have performed vividly and vividly, which is applauding.

Probably because I have encountered too many objects for reference and imitation in reality.

The boss was very satisfied with me, patted me on the shoulder, and said that he would look for you again next time.

I am also very satisfied with him, because he looks like the second generation ancestor who is stupid and has a lot of money. He is cheerful, very talkative, and he gives a lot.

I took the money from him, and that made me feel at ease.

Back then, I was also such a money-spending kid.

Once its hair is plucked, it turns into a chicken that frantically pecks at banknotes.

I have to make people feel that life is unsatisfactory, nine out of ten.

The boss not only has a lot of money, but is also kind. He recommended me to other photo studios with the same needs, saying that I am cheap and easy to use, and I suggest you try it.

The ambiguity in what he said made my status doubled, and I was reduced to a special industry.

However, I am really short of money, so I can only deal with those cooperation partners who come up to me.

He said hi with a smile on his face, and cursed shit with an undercurrent in his heart.

For the next period of time, I went back and forth between various photo studios.

The intensity of the work and the tricky requirements of the photographer made me, a newcomer working for the first time, experience the sadness of "community animals" for the first time.

But whenever I slumped on the chair tired, I wondered whether I should put down the burden and say that I quit.

I will take out my salary and Zhong Linyun to comfort myself.

Ann, look, I earn more in a day than Zhong Linyun in a week.

And that's without adding a couple of new injuries to his arm every time he comes back from work.

Already considered very good.

I really doubt that the reason why Zhong Linyun is so poor is that his earning speed is much slower than spending money.

After all, bandages, cotton swabs and alcohol are really not cheap.

Because some photo studios couldn't afford to rent a studio, but I needed to shoot night scenes, I had to go out early and return late, and I didn't go back until early in the morning.

In fact, it was supposed to stay overnight, but Zhong Linyun sent me a message saying that he didn't have the key.

So I can only temporarily ask for leave, escape the same thing, and rush back to the rental house.

When walking up the steps, Zhong Linyun squatted where I used to sit in a daze.

Like a wolfhound chained to guard the house in his hometown.

When he is alone, he will be very dull, very good, not so aggressive.

This reminds me of him easily when I was a child.

And I always have a strange kind of tolerance and tenderness towards Zhong Linyun when I was a child.

I just feel that he is very pitiful, as if (and indeed) no one loves him.

I made a summary of my deformed thinking and posted it on the forum for help. I hope everyone can help judge what kind of psychology it is.

Finally got a reply.

My complex feelings for Zhong Linyun when I was a child, from an academic point of view, is a kind of selfless dedication and a friendship that does not expect anything in return.

In layman's terms, it is the maternal love that neither I nor he has ever received.

As soon as I came out of the corner, Zhong Linyun noticed it. He raised his head and looked towards me.

His eyes were lit by the lights, and his eyes were very gentle.

I was instantly brought into the sitcom by him, and I forgot the mother-son friendship between us. I just felt like a vicious wife who abandoned her husband and son, left her husband at home alone, and went out to make fun of herself.

This nonsensical illusion came violently, and I coughed to drive my guilty conscience out of my mind.

"Why did you forget to bring your keys today." I walked up to him and lowered my head to touch my pocket.

He also lowered his head, rubbing the tip of his nose against my bangs.

"It's not that I forgot." He said, "I didn't pay attention, the key was taken away."

"Ah?" I raised my head in surprise, and almost bumped his nose between my foreheads, "Why are you touching our house keys? Did you burglarize and take away the two chairs?"

Zhong Linyun pursed his lips and smiled a little.

"Before they stole it, they didn't know our family was so poor."

"That's right." I muttered, and continued to dig out my pockets.

I don't know if I was tossed about by some brain-dead party A today. A promotional photo was to be taken in the style of "the president's wife hung on the wall and had a miscarriage in three days".

Now I have a seat with Zhong Linyun, and this back and forth conversation gave me a wonderful sense of being a couple.

This feeling is very bad. In just a few seconds, it has already started to make my face feel hot and my earlobes feel hot.

I could only bury my head in the keys, but the pants I was wearing today were tight, and the keys were stuck inside, and I couldn't get them out for a long time.

After struggling for a long time, I finally took out the key.

When I was struggling to push the key into the semi-stainless keyhole, Zhong Lin spoke in a clouded voice.

"Do you want to change the lock?"

He stood very close to me, and his breath hit my earlobe, which was very hot.

I flinched and said in a panic, "Huh?"

"The key was taken by someone." Zhong Linyun said, "It's a bit dangerous if you don't change the lock."

"No need." I poked the key all the way to the end, and turned it around, "Let's not say that people don't know which door this key opens, but they know... Is there anything easy to steal here?"

"But." Zhong Linyun still wanted to say something.

The door was finally opened by me, I let out a sigh of relief, I didn't want to waste time with him at the door anymore, so I resorted to killing.

"Do we have money to change the lock?"

"..."

The answer is of course no, not to mention changing the lock, we even have to negotiate the price with the uncle downstairs for 10 minutes to rebuild a key.

It is a miracle that people can be as poor as we are.

Coming back from the uncle's dry mouth, I slumped on one of the only two chairs in the room, not wanting to move.

But Zhong Linyun seemed to be possessed by a demon, and moved another chair, looking like he wanted to talk to me.

He did speak too.

"Is work going well?" he asked.

"It's going well." I covered my forehead and said soullessly, "Except for a little bit of suffering, the photographer's brain is a little bit problematic, and the boss is a bit stupid, everything is not bad."

"Oh." Zhong Linyun said meaninglessly.

I squinted and said weakly: "Why, do you want to change careers?"

"No." Zhong Linyun refused, "I heard that circle...is quite chaotic."

I burst out laughing, thinking that everyone is qualified to say that, but you are not.

As for your job of wandering on the verge of [-]-day detention for fighting and fighting, where do you have the confidence to tell me.

Although we have no shortage of models who are unclear about money or future with photographers.

There are indeed quite a lot. I have worked for seven days, and I have heard of seventeen or eight at least.

But at any rate, it's your love and I'm willing, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer.

Tell me about you, go to the bureau with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

Speaking of reports, one of us is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer.

Do you think anyone believes it?

Of course not, it's against the law.

After I finished laughing, I said angrily: "No, although there are those phenomena, it's not that messy."

"Oh." Zhong Linyun said again, "I have a... friend who worked as a model for two days and then quit... saying that the photographer treated her... badly and felt uncomfortable."

When he said this, his eyes were drooping, and his tone was flat, resembling every time he lied when he was a child.

But he had no reason to lie, and he wasn't a kid anymore, and what he said intrigued me.

I sat up straight and stretched.

"You were right." I confessed, "...there are indeed some unruly photographers."