Chapter 18: T-stage killer male model brother's milk in bed, gambler's father...
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Park Ye-jin bought this scooter with her comic royalties.
The flopped comic "My Husband is a Crazy and Insane Rich Second Generation" has only 47 collections.
Unexpectedly, Park Ye-jin followed Chi Leyou's suggestion and drew a cover with a chaebol rich woman and a younger man in advance.
The pre-collection exceeded 100 that night!
One of the readers gave the artist $200 as a creative incentive!
AriaD: Please draw quickly! I will follow you till death!
The next day, sister Park Ye-jin and her younger brother Chi Leyou appeared in the next dormitory with their arrogant pigeon-toed legs.
"The chassis is knocked, the tires are worn, and the range is poor."
My little brother is killing people everywhere.
My roommate next door said: "In China, it can be ridden 70 kilometers on a full charge! I tried it before shipping it here!"
"Are you from the south?" The younger brother smiled slightly, not charmingly.
My roommate, not knowing what was going on, twitched his right eye.
"In Maple Leaf Country, temperatures often drop to -20 degrees Celsius. Even the strongest trains can't withstand the low temperatures. You must have noticed, right?"
Otherwise, why would this brand new scooter appear in the Liuzi second-hand trading group?
Chi Leyou raised her eyes slightly and looked at him: "My friend, the friendship price is $150, how about it?"
Cut his aorta with one knife.
“…”
This 90% new Ninebot was bought by Park Ye-jin at a price of $150.
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The cold wind blew in my face, blocking the invisible pores. My face felt hot and the special effects makeup that was not removed cleanly was still there.
Chi Leyou was not afraid at all and sat happily on the pony.
The chair was a knockoff model purchased from Temu, and the speed of its arrival within a week brought tears to her eyes. It also allowed Park Ye-jin to witness the power of Pinduoduo, the overseas version of the platform.
Chi Leyou crocheted a small daisy sweater for the electric scooter, which effectively solved the problem of battery power loss when it gets cold.
Her eyes were like radar, searching for the entrance to the C-train station.
I came across a school on the way and it was almost time to go home.
Chi Leyou slowed down the car and stopped in front of the zebra crossing.
Junior high school students of different skin colors swung their lunch boxes and walked in a line across the zebra crossing. Suddenly, they all turned to look at her.
Performance art? Chi Leyou wondered, these kids wanted to take photos with the Beatles album?
"Oooooh, super run!"
"So handsome!"
"Silbe's Lizard, I have this car—"
There was a moment of silence.
"——It's a model."
"whispering sound!!!"
The world of young people is too noisy, and the elderly "weird aunt" tilts her head in the direction of their gaze.
The sports car behind slowly lowered its window, and the head seen a few minutes ago popped out like a balloon.
Swish, swish, swish——
The girl's face was mixed with the crowd watching the fun on the zebra crossing.
The air conditioner in the car blows out a chemical factor called embarrassment.
The young master's throat suddenly became stuck.
The girl tilted her head and gave him a probing look: "?"
"Hey, Jude."
The title of the Beatles song came out of his mouth, and Chen Che regretted it on the spot, wishing he could beat himself to death with a hammer from a second ago.
"Wow, romantic."
"Oh my god, 50 Shades of Grey has come to life!"
"Hurry up, hurry up, stop looking! If they get upset, they'll just step on the gas and send us flying."
The Beatles clone in Maple Leaf Country gave up Abbey Road.
nerve.
Chi Leyou didn't want to pay attention to him.
What time is it now? Others are leaving school, but he's going to work. What's the point of dawdling?
The rich sister is not angry only because she is indulgent.
The scooter wearing a daisy warm sweater gave way to the main road and drove as close to the curb as possible.
The top sports car followed closely behind at a speed of 20 yards.
After waiting for a long time, Shen Che did not overtake.
The girl was puzzled and stopped the car.
"Why don't you open it?" she asked.
"Driver Chi finally said hello to me." He tried to sound natural. Embarrassed? Embarrassed was my past self, a self that was completely dead.
Chi Leyou was puzzled. What? She ignored him, so he followed her?
She was shocked by Chen Che's chicken stomach.
The sympathy that had risen in his heart had mostly dissipated, and Chi Leyou's remaining patience was: "You going home?"
The rich sister’s palace is not going this way.
She kindly advised the older child who had run away from home: "Turn on the navigation system and tell me which way your sister's house is."
Chen Che looked at her carefully, his slightly allergic face showing a hint of sincerity. He crossed her name off the list of perverted illegitimate children.
If she was a stalker of Du Yuanshan, she would have seized the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.
Shen Che raised his voice: "There is something I want to ask you."
The girl leaned back slightly, activated the reverse mode of the electric skateboard under her feet, and retreated to the right side of the sports car as if in a replay shot.
The two mounts were on the left and right, like ponies of different sizes grazing on the roadside.
She bent down and peered through the half-lowered window, guessing his intentions: "Do you want to join the work group?"
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"It's nothing, actually." Afraid of embarrassing him, she looked away and pretended to be relaxed. "Some employers don't pay them outright, and I've suffered a lot. If you really want to work, I can teach you how to quickly identify the right job for you."
Break the defense in one second.
The comfortable leather seat made Chen Che feel very uncomfortable. He accidentally caught a glimpse of the face in the rearview mirror that had been following him for twenty-two years.
That face inherited Du Yuanshan's good looks.
In ancient times, he would be a handsome and elegant young man from a noble family.
Even in Journey to the West, he is the king of the Flower-Fruit Mountain.
How come in her eyes, he became a migrant worker who went south to work in the Special Administrative Region in the early 1990s?
The paint on the car body reflected the blue sky and white clouds. In a moment, a cute and harmless face squeezed into the clouds.
The girl stretched out her arm and handed the phone into the car.
"Then don't join the group yet—" The QR code jumped into view, and Shen Che heard her urging, "Hurry, add me."
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He has experienced such scenes since the first year of junior high school.
A first-year junior high school student wearing a phone watch was patted on the shoulder by a college student.
——"Handsome guy, can I add you on WeChat?"
The inexperienced junior high school student was puzzled when experiencing this for the first time: "I don't have WeChat."
The college students thought this was a common tactic used by handsome guys to keep people away: "What's your phone number? I'll add you."
The middle school student rolled up his sleeves in confusion and showed his phone watch.
Until Shen Dahe, who was dressed in a police uniform, frowned and scolded: "Do you know how old he is?!"
The college students cried bitterly.
The call number machine said: "Shen Xiaoxi, please go to Clinic No. 3."
Shen Dahe's face was solemn. He pushed his 1.8-meter-tall son into the pediatric clinic as if he was escorting a cultural relic.
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Chi Leyou interpreted his reluctance as "a man's self-esteem."
The comforting voice was like a wave: "It's okay, I will never tell anyone about your affairs."
There are no common friends between them, and there is no "other".
She waved her phone, signaling him to add her as a friend.
Chen Che was stunned for a moment, thinking that she actually had WeChat.
A while ago, I asked Uncle Zheng to check her background, and Uncle Zheng insisted that Miss Chi only had an Instagram account and no domestic WeChat account.
Shen Che hurriedly scanned her WeChat.
The avatar is a hand-drawn Q cartoon with puffy cheeks and a dimple at the corner of the mouth.
WeChat name: Pond.
Seeing him typing, the enthusiastic citizen Xiaochi said: "Pond, pond, you can note Xiaochi..."
She read the words "I am illiterate?" from Chen Che's face. Suddenly realizing she had said too much, she closed her mouth, and the dimple that could hold a small pearl disappeared.
Chen Che passed through a friend, note: Panda Pool.
His Instagram name is Brook, which means stream.
The usernames were a strange coincidence, and Chen Che was secretly thankful that WeChat and Instagram were separate entities. Otherwise, if "Panda Chi" pressed the meaning of "Poker Chen," his embarrassing former name would have been exposed.
"Then I'm leaving?" The girl patted the car, as graceful as a girl on horseback on the grassland, "I'm going to take the C-train."
She nodded, pointing to the orange school stopping sign ahead: "The nearby school is almost over. If you don't leave now, you'll have to wait a long time."
As soon as the blessed mouth closed, a large group of students swarmed in.
“…”
Even she had to be polite to the students.
The futuristic sports car is enough to attract attention.
The owner simply turned off the engine, the exaggerated fan-shaped doors disrupted the sunlight, and the air was filled with humming sounds of praise.
The handsome and elegant Mr. Shen got out of the car, and the crooked golden maple tree on the sidewalk had a temporary companion.
He stood in a desolate place in the wilderness. The ugly little tree was illuminated by the holy light of Buddha, and the dead leaves were shrouded in golden light.
Wow, you are really pretending... Chi Leyou curled his lips: Brother, this killer catwalk male model, you are still missing a red carpet.
I also thought: broad shoulders and narrow waist, top-notch bone structure, handsome, as long as the rich sister likes him.
She looked away, staring at Huang Jinfeng. "My roommate studies painting, and their studio is short of people. If you're interested, you can go there to work. It's daytime work, usually half a day, which is more suitable than part-time work."
Shen Che smiled: "Is Mr. Chi so kind?"
"I have so many good things!" Chi Leyou snorted, "You met me, that's your lucky 6+1."
Having inexplicably won the lottery, Chen Che is curious about the work at an art studio: "I can draw storyboards, but only sketches. What kind of art studio is that? Is it a serious one?"
Chi Leyou coughed lightly: "You need to dedicate yourself to art."
"?"
Afraid that he wouldn't be able to accept it, the girl simmered the conversation: "...a model who maintains the same pose for a long time."
There was a moment of silence, then Chen Che said, "Speak human language."
"Human/model." She lowered her eyelashes. "We always have misunderstandings. It's actually a form of occupational discrimination. The human/models in my roommate's studio have several price levels."
She counted them one by one, counting on her fingers: "Older ones, hourly wages... Younger ones, wearing underwear, hourly wages..."
Seeing that he had no objection, he seemed to be able to accept it.
"If you don't mind, you don't have to wear it. The hourly wage will be increased." She opened her mouth and laughed.
Chen Che's gaze fell on her dimples, which had deepened a bit, looking as evil as the pimp of Yihongyuan.
He tried to maintain his basic demeanor: "No thanks."
"Oh..." Chi Leyou was full of questions.
This handsome guy appears glorious in front of people but sad behind their backs.
In the country, there is a bedridden mother, a father who is a gambler, and maybe a mother who remarried.
Double hourly wages are so tempting, why wouldn’t he do it?
Still holding on.
A cold wind blew over, and the withered leaves of the golden maple tree rustled.
The young master let bygones be bygones: "Can you do me a favor?"
"Hmm?" The girl was slow to react. "You agree? Oh, there's nothing wrong with being a nude model. It's really nothing! Even a pig in a pigpen doesn't wear clothes!"
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Please, Ms. Leather, can you please skip this kind of nonsense?!
"You've worked at Xiyouhui before, so you must know someone inside there."
"hold head high."
"Can you help me get tickets for the crosstalk performance on Saturday night?"
Tickets for Xiyouhui's crosstalk performance were hard to come by, and Chi Leyou was troubled: "It must be sold out. Don't get your hopes up. I'll go ask first."
"Okay." Chen Che held up four fingers, "I want four VIP tickets."
The girl turned her body, her eyes flicking from his fingers to his face, wondering: "You want so much?"
"If you don't have four, three will do. Money is not a problem."
Her voice suddenly rose: "Are you a ticket scalper?!"
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