Chen Xing recorded in Gu Qing's lens is incredible.

He was wearing a shirt and trousers lazily in Lin Xiucheng's house, drinking water and watching TV, cooking in an apron, sitting on the stairs in a daze, looking down at a book with glasses on the bookshelves, rolling on the grass, laughing Standing on the banks of the Thames and chatting with passersby.

The smile on Chen Xing's pretty face had nothing to do with the dark, malicious hints, his brows stretched out, or

easy

Lively, or quiet and pleasant, he turned back into a real sixteen-year-old.

He called Gu Qing again: "What are you going to use this set of photos for?"

"If you don't do anything, just show it on the website and let others see my superb photography skills." Gu Qing said honestly, "By the way, you can help me get some cash for him, I asked about it—"

"Did you put it on?" Lin Xiucheng interrupted him.

"not yet."

"I bought it from you, how much?" Lin Xiu admitted and asked him.

Gu Qing was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"Even if you don't keep the negatives, how do you sell it in your circle?"

"What the hell," Gu Qing was confused by Lin Xiucheng, "You're buying pornographic photos, right?"

"Any way to buy it, in short, don't put it anywhere."

Gu Qing snorted, and finally understood a little what Lin Xiucheng meant, he said, "I see, no money, I just wanted to shoot Chen Xing, you don't want me to post it, I just don't post it, I'll pay you back. So many twists and turns."

After a while, Gu Qing suddenly sent him a screenshot, which was on his social software. He edited the photo late last night, and posted a profile of Chen Xing. The photo has tens of thousands of likes. Lots of excited comments below asking which model this is.

"Can this one not be deleted?" Gu Qing sent him a message and asked him with a pitiful expression.

Lin Xiucheng reluctantly replied, "Okay."

Lin Xiucheng had a dinner party at the Chinese Chamber of Commerce in the evening. Before going to the banquet, he asked his assistant to withdraw a sum of money and cash. The assistant looked at the number on his check and thought he had read it wrong.

No one dared to persuade Lin Xiu to drink. He went downstairs soberly, and the driver and assistant were waiting for him at the entrance of the hotel. Sitting in the car, the assistant gave him a lockbox: "The cash you want."

It was after ten o'clock when he got home. Chen Xing went to bed early for some reason. He didn't like to close the door when he slept, so the door was left open.

Lin Xiucheng pushed open the door and went in with the lockbox. He first stood by his bed and watched for a while. When he opened the lockbox, the lock clicked. In his sleep, Chen Xing frowned, babbled, and changed. more comfortable posture.

Lin Xiucheng placed the cash piles on Chen Xing's bedside table, and then dimmed the bedside lamp for him before walking out, and brought him to the door thoughtfully.

As soon as he went out, Chen Xing's eyes opened, his peach blossom eyes were still sleepy, and he was awakened by the sound of opening the safe.

He stretched out a hand, touched the stack of cash from top to bottom, slid his slender fingers across the banknotes, picked two or three knives into his arms, and continued to have his sweet dreams.

Since Chen Xing got a sum of money on his bedside table, he has always thought about spending some.

He no longer has a girlfriend to let him spend money, so he is going to go shopping in the mall and give himself something like a big brother.

When Chen Xing was a child, an art teacher saw that he was in pain and gave him a homemade coin purse. Chen Xing carries it with him every day, but he never has half a cent in his wallet.

When he was in junior high school, sister Xiaoyu came to the orphanage and saw that the change purse in his schoolbag was empty, with a few notes that the little girl handed to him at random, and sometimes put the leftover change from shopping into Chen Xing's wallet

Chen Xing doesn't have much desire for anything. When he goes out, he has an unidentified gangster brother who invites him to dinner, smokes other people's cigarettes and rubs other people's alcohol. The small town gangster circle knows that Chen Xing from Qingcheng No. 2 Middle School has a good-looking fist. Hard, it is a potential stock on the road in the future. Everyone is rushing to get involved with him. He has never tasted the taste of being rich, and he is not short of anything.

The money and notes in the coin purse remained untouched. He brought England and threw them in the drawer of the room.

Now, the drawers are neatly lined with bricks with the Queen's portrait on them.

Chen Xing took a few pieces and put them into his schoolbag. He checked the "London shopping spots" and "the most luxurious places" on the computer. He went downstairs to hire a taxi and went straight to Sell on Oxford Street. Fridge.

He entered a glittering jewelry store at the door, carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder, reviewing the diamond watch on the counter, calculating which piece he could buy with the money he brought.

The pretty white sales lady politely asked him if there was anything he could do to help him. Chen Xing said, just take a look.

Two people came in at the door. They looked like a father and son. Chen Xing turned his back to them and didn't notice it at first until the boy shouted.

"Dad, this watch is so beautiful!" His voice was as sweet as honey, and Chen Xing couldn't help but look back. A mixed-race teenager was coquettishly holding the arm of a middle-aged Chinese man. This man is exactly Chen Xing's. biological father.

He also saw Chen Xing, was stunned for two seconds, he looked surprised: "You—why are you here?"

"Why can't I be here?" Chen Xing asked strangely, "Where should I be?"

Chen Xing's biological father frowned, took a step back, and pulled the boy away. The boy asked him, "Who is that?"

He walked as fast as the god of avoiding plague, and comforted the boy: "People who don't matter."

Chen Xing was "irrelevant" for no reason and felt very upset. He walked to the counter that the two had just seen and asked, "Which watch did he just look at?"

The salesman unlocked the window and took out a watch, which was indeed beautiful.