naked gl

nine

As long as people are alive, they will be busy with life.Chen Jiao understood this truth, walking under the flashy lights, the night wind blew slightly, as if she could touch the dust in the air.

In the past, Chen Jiao was more self-willed. Even if she could let go, she often caused some unhappiness because of her temper.Now she doesn't have so much reluctance, and occasionally she smiles, as long as the matter is resolved, she can breathe a sigh of relief from the bottom of her heart. She is more humble, but she has never been firmer than before.

She doesn't have the ability to save money, and after paying Fang Qingwu's tuition in full, she feels that life is a bit cold, and she just wants to go home as soon as possible.

Fortunately, Fang Qingwu was always waiting for her at home.Fang Qingwu's ability to do housework is good. After she came, Chen Jiao's house was always neat and tidy, and the stove suddenly became popular.

Fang Qingwu seems to have found a part-time job recently, and she has to go to work after class. Chen Jiao used to only see her from Fang Qingwu's class to the evening, but now there is less time to see each other. Being deprived, Chen Jiao became dissatisfied and threw herself on Fang Qingwu, wrapping her arms around her waist to act like a baby.

Fang Qingwu felt Chen Jiao's chin rubbing against his shoulder, and smiled slowly, and hesitantly placed his hand on Chen Jiao's shoulder, stroking Chen Jiao's hair, but couldn't bear to mess it up.

Chen Jiao didn't understand what Fang Qingwu thought of her, whether she had the same feelings as her, she didn't bother to figure it out, she just enjoyed the present life.

She didn't seem to think about anything, and she seemed to think clearly: she had an income, Fang Qingwu was with her, she didn't need Fang Qingwu to spend money, and she didn't need her to give herself the same feelings.She was willing to support Fang Qingwu, and Fang Qingwu was also willing to return her warmth and care, and that was enough.As for the future path, how Fang Qingwu chooses is a matter for the future.

Chen Jiao was holding Fang Qingwu and was reluctant to let go when the phone rang suddenly.Chen Jiao frowned when she saw it, and got off the sofa.

"I'll go out for a while." Chen Jiao came back after answering the phone, and picked up her coat.

Fang Qingwu nodded, opened the window and stretched out her hand. The outside temperature was not too cold, so she checked Chen Jiao's clothes and nodded again.

Chen Jiao put her hands in her pockets. This year she had frostbite on her hands for the first time.When we arrived at the agreed place, the teacher from the studio was sitting opposite.

After a brief conversation on the phone, Chen Jiao held back some anger in her heart, and when she sat down, her attitude was contemptuous: "Let's talk."

The man slowly took out a stack of photos from his jacket pocket: "I took the last time, I want you to take a look, are you satisfied?"

Chen Jiao glanced at it, but it was her naked body.A wave of irritability surged up, Chen Jiao frowned and said, "Whatever you want, just say it."

The man asked softly: "You should think about it, what do you have?"

Chen Jiao sneered while crossing her arms. In the eyes of some men, she was just a good-looking body.Even though these men label prostitutes as vulgar in their hearts, they still flock to them, don't they?

"Oh, don't get me wrong. In fact, apart from painting, my other hobby is photography. Take some private photos of beautiful women, and have a meal." The man held the tea and smiled slowly, " I don't know if Miss Chen is interested."

"Why take that kind of photo, I'm not interested." Chen Jiao glanced at her phone, she had been out for 10 minutes, and she couldn't wait to go home.

The man smiled, and his tone was light: "Sell it. There are always many discerning men who appreciate these photos like me."

"I just want to make another appointment with Ms. Chen to take a good photo of our works. I think this group of photos is really beautiful. Ms. Chen should not be willing. Her own photos have been uploaded on the Internet. Please help me print them. A loud publicity bar."

"Is it just for taking pictures?"

"Of course there are other things." The man smiled, staring directly at Chen Jiao's neckline, as if he had no scruples.

"I really admire you artists, you can talk about going to bed so elegantly." Chen Jiao sneered, "You can post whatever you want, remember to write my name and phone number, I am a prostitute, are you still afraid Do you want to introduce business?"

Chen Jiao's voice was not low, the man glanced around, and someone turned his head and glanced suspiciously.

"Hush! Are you crazy?" he said in a low voice.

Chen Jiao simply stood up, she stood up quickly and vigorously, pushed the table forward, and sneered with her chin raised, showing a bit of arrogance and contempt: "I tell you, I am not afraid of others saying I am a prostitute, I support myself by myself, I have nothing to be ashamed of. But you, who want to use this trick to sleep a prostitute for nothing, are much lower than my customers!"

Many people looked over, the man's face turned pale, he hurriedly lowered his head guiltily and took a sip of tea, his hand holding the teacup was shaking.

Chen Jiao stood straight, standing in the eyes piercing from all around.She trembled a little, and even felt that it was difficult to breathe, but she still clenched her fists and stood with her head held high.

The man's eyes were like looking at a madman.Chen Jiao suddenly had a strong urge to laugh, she might indeed have gone crazy.

She thought of Fang Qingwu, and suddenly felt tired, and she didn't want to say any more.Just like a soldier, even if he defeats the opponent, he is still scarred, and he just wants to leave the battlefield filled with gunpowder as soon as possible.

Chen Jiao received too many scorching gazes, she couldn't stand anymore, she just wanted to go home.

When Chen Jiao turned around, the man behind her suddenly spoke out, and said a word slowly, which made her body stiffen, and a chill came from her spine.

"Fang Qingwu's father has come to the studio. He said that you are the teacher of our studio. What a lie."