Chapter 57 Is this all you have in your mind?
Hearing this, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
But in the next second, Liang Xiaorou added, "The contract can be torn up, but I'm afraid you won't have the opportunity to get such a high commission in the future."
I couldn't help but hesitate, and my heart was more and more hesitant and struggling.
Think of the high commission in the contract.
I answered bravely, "I will wear it!"
Only after seeing that I agreed did Liang Xiaorou show a look of satisfaction.
She casually picked up a set of clothes from the hanger and threw it to me, and said to me in a sarcastic tone, "I hope you take good photos today and don't let me down."
She then left the studio.
When I came to the fitting room, I looked at the thin fabric in my hand and was at a loss for words for a moment.
I don't know how long I thought about it before I reluctantly put on the underwear.
When I saw myself in the mirror, I felt very uncomfortable and it took me a long time to muster up the courage to come out.
When the photographer saw me, he immediately directed me to pose in various seductive postures in front of the camera.
That intense feeling of discomfort kept spreading in my heart.
I fiddled with my body, but couldn't achieve a result that satisfied the photographer.
Seeing how clumsy I was, the photographer also lost his temper and reminded me coldly, "Since you have accepted this underwear endorsement, move more freely and don't waste everyone's time."
I subconsciously lowered my head, took a deep breath, and magnified my movements.
But it is still not satisfactory.
The photographer gradually lost his patience and walked straight towards me.
He stretched out his hands to pose for me and personally taught me what expressions to use.
"If the filming is not good again, just replace the person."
Hearing this, I suddenly felt a sense of crisis.
This opportunity to make money is hard to come by, so we can’t just throw it away.
I tried my best to ignore the camera and the photographer and changed several poses.
Seeing that I was getting better and better, the photographer's frown gradually relaxed.
The photographer adjusted the lighting, placed the lens directly in front of me, and gave instructions in a deep voice.
Put your hands on your face, raise your arms as high as you can, and look seductively.
After an hour or two of practice, I gradually mastered the key points of facial expressions.
I gradually got into the groove during the subsequent shoots and changed into several sets of underwear.
After successfully integrating into the shooting, I got rid of that uncomfortable feeling and showed off the advantages of my figure.
Gradually, the photographer moved closer and closer to me, constantly taking pictures of various details.
"Come, let me help you change some positions."
He approached me with the camera, but his hands kept touching deep inside my thighs.
This move does not look innocent.
I stepped back deliberately, trying to avoid contact with him as much as possible.
But he kept pushing forward and came straight towards me.
Looking at his wretched and greasy appearance, I felt sick to my heart.
I don't know where I got the courage from, but I pushed him away and made an excuse.
"It's getting late now. I have to go home."
Without giving the photographer a chance to react, I left the studio as quickly as I could.
I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief that the photography studio didn't catch up with me.
But when I just changed my clothes and left, I caught a glimpse of his dark eyes out of the corner of my eye.
It was already ten o'clock in the evening when I left Liang Xiaorou's company.
The road was eerily quiet, and I subconsciously wrapped my clothes tightly around me.
As I walked forward with my head down, I always felt like someone was following me.
I looked back every few steps, but I didn't see anyone.
Is it my illusion?
No! I clearly heard a slight sound of footsteps just now.
This kind of gaze from deep within is the most terrifying.
I immediately quickened my pace, feeling even more frightened.
However, the footsteps were getting closer and clearer.
I was so scared that I trembled all over, clutching the bag in my arms and running forward.
The next second, someone suddenly grabbed my wrist from behind.
The sudden contact scared me out of my wits.
I instinctively picked up the bag and started hitting the person in front of me with my eyes closed.
But I didn't know what was going on with that person. No matter how hard I tried, he just wouldn't let go.
I increased the strength of my hands.
"Gu Mo, calm down. I'm Song Le."
I gradually came back to my senses when I heard the familiar voice.
My emotions gradually calmed down.
Luckily it was him, I thought it was that creepy photographer who followed me.
Looking at the big bump on Song Le’s forehead, I felt a little guilty.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were..."
I just thought he was a bad guy and he didn't care about the severity of his blows. He beat me to death.
Song Le smiled and comforted: "It's okay."
"I heard that you were worried about your part-time job at Liang Xiaorou's, so I came to see how you were doing today."
He deliberately changed the subject, his words full of concern.
But when I thought about the incident with the photographer, how could I say it?
I deliberately brushed it off and said, "I'll take you back and apply some medicine."
Without giving him a chance to refuse, I pulled him towards my home.
Song Le saw that no one was at home and subconsciously asked another question.
"Where are your uncle and aunt?"
I forced a wry smile and replied as if nothing had happened, "The debt repayment date is coming up soon, and my parents and my brother are still out there making money at this time."
Jiang Yichen still looked gentle as always. He moved his head closer to me and let me apply medicine on him.
There was only a little safflower oil at home, so I could only dip the safflower oil on a cotton swab and wipe it carefully for him.
Just then, my cell phone suddenly rang.
It was Jiang Yichen calling.
For some reason, I subconsciously felt a little uneasy.
But I still answered the call.
Before I could say anything, the other party said in an ordering tone, "Come out."
When I heard something strange in his voice, I realized that he had made many calls before this.
I couldn't help but get nervous and asked carefully, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Yichen didn't say anything else, but I could feel the cold aura emanating from him.
The next second, he was dead.
Song Le saw that I was in a bad mood and frowned, "What's wrong?"
I forced a smile and whispered, "It's okay, I'll go out for a while."
After saying that, I went out with my phone.
As soon as I walked downstairs to the community unit, I saw Jiang Yichen staring at me with a cold face.
That bad premonition kept growing in my heart.
I walked slowly towards him.
As soon as we stopped at one station, we heard voices of questioning coming from the front.
"I called you so many times, why didn't you answer?"
Jiang Yichen stared at me intently, and the look in his eyes seemed as if he wanted to tear me apart.
I told the truth: "My phone was on silent, so I didn't see it."
I don't think anything good would come of him visiting me after get off work.
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yichen was met with sarcasm. He spoke again without hesitation, "Is she still busy with the man inside?"
Seeing him slandering me and Song Le like this, I immediately responded angrily, "Is this all you have in your mind?"
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