Cheng Suqing looked at him with disgust, and with his red-stained fingers, took out a tissue and threw it to him: "Wipe the sweat on your head."
A few minutes later, the car stopped at the entrance of the Shen family villa.
Cheng Suqing tidied up her red dress and got out of the car with a lot of style. Su An followed closely behind her.
The original body is a scheming boy, with different appearances. His favorite thing to do is to pretend to be good. He will pretend to be good in front of anyone who can bring him benefits. He often uses a beautiful face to deceive all kinds of benefits. . Su An has been in the world for many years, and lying has penetrated into the bone marrow. He has adapted well to this role. In just a few days, he has become addicted to pretending to be good, and his eyes are more agile with blinking.
On the surface, you are pitiful, but in fact, my brother is smiling.
"The environment here is good," Cheng Suqing looked around critically, covered her red lips and smiled, holding the attitude of the hostess, "The garden is really beautiful, I can plant more begonias in the future."
The original sister Cheng Suqing, with a beautiful face and an enchanting figure, takes it as her mission to hook up a high-quality golden turtle-in-law. In the end, if there is a will, things will come true. Half a month ago, she really hooked her up with a single rich man in her thirties who was Shen Changxiu, president of Shen's Group, is enthusiastically sought after by celebrities.
This President Shen was probably really fascinated by Cheng Suqing. After knowing each other for half a month, he even invited Cheng Suqing to bring her younger brother Cheng Suan to stay at Shen's house and discussed getting engaged three months later.
Today is the day when the two sisters and brother came to Shen's house for the first time.
Entering the door, the servant aunt of the Shen family greeted her and took the things in Su An's hands enthusiastically, "Sit down, young master, just leave the luggage to me."
Cheng Suqing, who had already walked to the sofa and sat down in front, snorted and followed one after another, "What do you call him, young master? He's just a fuel bottle."
The aunt smiled awkwardly and went into the kitchen to get water.
Su An lowered her head and said nothing, thinking how nice and cute it is to drag the oil bottle.
But he is now pretending to be good, and these words cannot be said. Su An boredly looked at the cheap sneakers on his feet, moved his toes, and the sneakers were poked with two protrusions.
Su An was forced to cross into this world.
He never knew the danger of refusing other people's confessions and the danger of crossing the road. The man who confessed to him was called Chu He. After being rejected by Su An, he left a weird smile and the words "I will make you fall in love with me". , and threw Su An into this world.
Finding this shit and threatening him to send him home is Su An's primary goal, but the enemy is in the dark and I am in the light. Chu He knows who Su An is wearing, but Su An doesn't know who Chu He is.
The only thing that is certain is that Chu He, this monster, will put on the skin of an unknown person to approach Su An, trying to make Su An fall in love with him with a new look.
All the handsome men and beauties who may be close to Su An may be Chu He. If Su An wanted to catch Chu He accurately, he had to pay attention to everyone around him, explore their secrets, and see the truth under the skin.
"Drag bottle?" There were footsteps coming from the stairs, and the future brother-in-law, Shen Changxiu, took his assistant downstairs and said with a smile, "Who are you talking about."
Cheng Suqing's expression changed, and she suddenly became virtuous, "Changxiu, my brother and I are joking."
Shen Changxiu looked at Su An. He has a face that will never be easily hooked by Cheng Suqing, his sideburns are romantic, the corners of his mouth are smiling, and his manners are full of the good upbringing of high-ranking people.
Su An lowered her head and greeted cautiously, "Hello, brother-in-law."
Shen Changxiu's smile deepened, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes were shallow, "Okay." Looking back, he joked at Cheng Suqing, "Su Qing, your brother is as beautiful as you."
Cheng Suqing couldn't help laughing and hit Shen Changxiu's arm, "I hate it, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Shen Changxiu smiled noncommittally, "I have a meeting in the afternoon, you are free here. Assistant Chu, you go drive first."
Cheng Suqing glanced at Chu Tesuke who was leaving, and reluctantly threw himself into Shen Changxiu's arms to say goodbye. When the people left, she put away her affectionate eyes, and immediately took out the mirror to look at her makeup. "Oh," she turned around and ran upstairs, "I have to go back to my room to touch up my makeup."
Su An also followed her upstairs.
The siblings lived on the third floor, and the second floor was Shen Changxiu's study and conference room.
Su An's room was inside. When he passed through Su Qing's door, air-conditioning came out from under the crack of the door and swept to his ankles. The temperature was extremely low, like a cold storage for fresh meat.
Su An shivered from the cold, and ran over quickly.
The original body is a high school student who has just grown up, and he has to get up early and go to bed late to go to school. Su An scrambled to get up from the bed to go to class. In the classroom at seven in the morning, the classmates were whispering to each other, and the atmosphere was a little impetuous.
"What's the matter?" Su An pulled out the meat buns in his schoolbag and asked the tablemate.
My deskmate is called Huang Shan. I used to be a graphic model when I was short of money. I followed him to take orders a few times to earn pocket money. Huang Shan laughed so stupidly today that her teeth ran out, "Su An, don't you have no money to spend? Come and live. A big painter came to our school to recruit models, and the time was set at three o'clock in the afternoon. classroom."
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Su An was curious, "Which great painter?"
Huang Shan took out his phone and showed him, "This one."
Encyclopedia is the information of this painter, and it is all honorary awards when you pull it down. Su An was dazzled and turned the page back to the first page.
The attached photo is a profile photo taken by the artist during an interview.
The painter was sitting in the crowd and was lighting the cigarette in his mouth with his head down. Black curly hair hung down beside his ears, gloomily covering the upper half of his face, revealing only a chin that was pale and sickly.
The five fingers holding the cigarette are very long, and above the middle finger, which is equally pale, is a black eagle ring.
Su An looked up and saw that the great painter's name was He Xiran.
Thirty-seven years old, the same generation as Shen Changxiu, nineteen years older than Su An.
The skin is very good, and Su An's alarm bell is raised instantly, beware, "This uncle looks so young."
Huang Shan is eager to try: "Try?"
"Try it," Su An said pitifully, counting pocket money with his fingers, "I'm out of money."
This is the superficial reason, but the real reason is that Su An can't let go of anyone who might be Chu He.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, the two came to the door of the studio. When they arrived, there was already a long queue in front of the studio.
Su An looked at the huge sun in the sky, "Classmates, how long have you been in this queue?"
"Twenty minutes," the classmate in front replied after taking time, and continued shaking his legs and hands nervously, "Don't talk to me, I'm organizing language."
Su An: "...Okay."
The glass window of the art classroom was drawn with a curtain, leaving only a gap. Maybe people inside could see the various expressions of the students through the gap, but people outside could not see it.
Su had arranged for an hour-long team before it was his turn, and the smell of dust and mildew hit his face as he walked in. In the art classroom, there were two or three people sitting in the corner, looking up at him, "Classmate, move forward a little bit."
Su An took two steps forward, and they looked at Su An's appearance: "Have you ever been a model?"
"Four or five times," Su An stood upright, pretending to be obedient with a shy old face, "but I've never been a mannequin."
"The mannequins are to be completely naked," the staff member smiled. "Do you know this?"
Su An was a little stunned, and said softly, "Ah."
Laughter coaxed, and a cold voice sounded from the innermost, "Turn around."
Su An turned around subconsciously and pricked up her ears to listen to the conversation of these people. He is currently in the drawing period, and the thinness of the youth and the tallness are combined into one. The figure is very beautiful, but it is wrapped in a loose school uniform, and the proportions cannot be seen.
The staff discussed a few words, and the whispering stopped abruptly. Because a shadow stood up in the corner and walked towards Su An.
As he got closer, he was a tall man, with black curly hair covering his brows, and his aura was very cold, like the Hantan Snow Mountain in the north. The eagle eyes of the eagle ring on his finger reflected the light of the ruby. It was He Xiran, the protagonist of this model recruitment.
He Xiran still had a cigarette in his mouth, the smoke was hazy, causing Su An to cough.
"I need to measure your proportions." The tall man snuffed out the cigarette.
Cheng Suan opened his hand hesitantly, and He Xiran took the ruler from his assistant and started measuring from Su An's shoulder.
The great painter smelled of tobacco mixed with unknown perfume, and he knew it was an old smoking gun when he smelled it.
The soft ruler slammed hard on his waist, Su An let out a low voice, and stammered, "Teacher, it's too tight, it hurts."
"How old are you," He Xiran relaxed her hands, her voice was deep, "Is it eighteen?"
Su An felt that his trousers were pulled down by him, and the pelvis was touched. This time, his whole face turned red, "Teacher, I am an adult."
The assistant snickered: "You can sign the contract yourself."
He Xiran got up and returned the ruler to the assistant. He took out another pure white cigarette from the cigarette case, and the flame lit up, "It's him."
Su An embarrassedly raised his trousers, and tugged at the hem of his clothes uncomfortably. He Xiran exhaled a smoke ring, looked sideways at Su An, and suddenly asked, "Who are you, Cheng Suqing."
"Teacher knows my sister?" Su An looked at He Xiran without a trace, and her previous vigilance increased again.
He Xiran didn't answer this sentence, but looked at the assistant, "Take him out to sign the contract."
When signing the contract, the more Su An thought about it, the more suspicious He Xiran felt, and the more innocuous he smiled at his assistant.
The assistant was taken aback by the smile, "Little classmate, do you have any problems with the contract?"
"No," Su An thought for a while, and said embarrassedly, "Uncle, can you add a contract that you can't touch mannequins casually during work? I'm shy."
He Xiran's assistant laughed loudly, "Little classmate, mannequins are dedicated to art. Don't worry, our boss has seen so many naked bodies. In his eyes, people are just tools for painting."
The hint is authentic: "The boss is personality. Indifferent."
Su An blinked and said simply: "Can't you add it?"
"I have to ask the boss," the assistant called He Xiran, hung up and said to Su An, "The boss said yes. If he touches you during work, he will compensate you 10,000 yuan."
Su An's eyes lit up and she smiled sweetly: "Thank you uncle."
Meat, Su An's eyes were fixed on the meat dish that had been condensed into one piece.
The fat and lean meat was glued together by the condensed butter. At first glance, it seemed that it was not a prepared dish, but a mass of fresh meat that had just been cut from the animal.
He turned his head to the side, Cheng Suqing stared at the refrigerator, slender blue veins appeared on the back of his hand.