After Song Fan got in the car, he was a little uncomfortable, he had never sat in such a good car.

At this time, he was a little apprehensive, and he didn't know where this man would take him.

After thinking about it, I felt that there was nothing to be afraid of, he was not a girl, nor was he a child, was he still afraid that he would be abducted and trafficked.

After driving for more than half an hour, the car drove into an underground garage.

Under the leadership of Zhang Ting, the two took the elevator to the eighth floor.

Sure enough, there is an art studio, which looks quite large, and there is a big exhibition hall outside.

As soon as Zhang Ting came, many people greeted him.

Song Fan's heart fell suddenly, and he felt that he should not be a liar.

Zhang Ting entered his own exclusive studio.

Song Fan saw it at once, there were some painting boards on the ground, some paintings hanging on the wall, and the whole room was full of paintings.

However, the most important thing is that he also found that many of the people in those portraits were undressed.

All at once, his heart hung again.

Along the way, the two introduced each other.

At this time, Zhang Ting said with a smile: "Song Fan, I told you on the road before, what I need is a mannequin, okay, let's start now, take off the shirt first." ”

Song Fan remembered the information he had checked with his mobile phone before, and he knew it in his heart, and Zhang Ting also said at that time that the scale would not be very large.

He thought that he was also a man, and that he was just painting, so it should be nothing.

Now that I've really faced it, I don't seem to be so calm.

Zhang Ting sighed: "Song Fan, no, my name is Xiao Song, in fact, the conditions are really very good, I Zhang Ting is also a little famous, I can cultivate, train into a professional model, the salary will not be 800 a day, professional models, but very important, some more famous, but they are more than 10,000 yuan." ”

"Xiaofan, you can think about it first."

Song Fan knew what he wanted, let him go and live a hard life, he couldn't live it.

This job seems to be relatively simple, just take off your clothes, but the main thing is that the salary is very high for a day.

As long as he makes enough money, he can do it.

If the daily salary is more than 10,000 yuan, as long as he persists for a few months, can't he get out of the way?

Song Fan gritted his teeth and took off his shirt: "Then please ask Brother Zhang." ”

Zhang Ting smiled with satisfaction.

Let Song Fan sit down, really put on a posture, and began to draw.

Just as he was drawing, Zhang Ting frowned and walked to Song Fan's side, either to help him fix his hair, or to touch his arm with his hand, and to help him pose.

At first, Song Fan was still very unaccustomed to it, but slowly, he found that Zhang Ting had no other moves, so he put his mind at ease.

It is said to be one day, but in fact it is only half a day.

However, Song Fan was a little surprised, because the other party really gave him eight hundred yuan in cash.

After secretly counting it and determining that it was eight hundred yuan, he was surrounded by surprises.

He can now make his own money.

Zhang Ting secretly laughed: "Xiao Song, I'll send it, where are I going?" I saw that I was holding a suitcase, was it going home? Or are you here to play? Do you have a hotel reservation? ”

Zhang Ting's words made Song Fan stunned all of a sudden, where to go?

Where else could he go?

It's just eight hundred, if he goes to a hotel, how long will it last?

Seeing that Song Fan was stunned, Zhang Ting said with a smile: "It can't be that he didn't book a hotel, right?" Why don't you go to my house and deal with it? Just what tricks can I teach? ”

Song Fan thought about it, Brother Zhang was so good, and he was thinking about making money, so he really followed Zhang Ting home.

After that, Song Fan and Zhang Ting became more and more familiar.

At first, I took off my shirt, but slowly I took off my pants, and I still had my underwear.

In the end, I didn't even wear underwear.

Zhang Ting moved his hands and feet at the beginning, and Song Fan slowly got used to it.

When Zhang Ting grabbed his thing, Song Fan snorted.

But at this time, Zhang Ting had already made a bow to the overlord, and he didn't give Song Fan a chance to react at all.

"Xiao Song, when I first saw it, I felt very good, I have been painting for the past few days, and my heart has sunk, Xiao Song, did you drug me, why do I follow the devil, I just want to kiss, I want to press hard."

"Xiao Song, don't refuse me, I can't control myself."

In the past, when Song Fan and Shen Tianji were together, Shen Tianji would also say some sweet words, but his movements were always gentle. Zhang Ting was a little rude, and even hurt him a little, but he felt irritated inexplicably.

After all, Song Fan has been with Shen Tianji for so long, and his body has long been trained to be very sensitive.

At this time, the whole person who was teased by Zhang Ting trembled.

The studio has already gotten off work, and there is no one, so Zhang Ting said that he was inspired, and Song Fan was two; stayed and went crazy for half the night, Zhang Ting took Song Fan back home, and went crazy again, and the two fell asleep.

After that, in the studio, Song Fan became more and more natural. After all, the two have a relationship, and they are already like that, and it doesn't seem so uncomfortable to take off their clothes.

Zhang Ting will still give him a salary every time, Song Fan lives in Zhang Ting's house, eats Zhang Ting's, but saves more than 10,000 yuan.

For a whole month, Song Fan was immersed in the beauty of making money, on this day, Zhang Ting left early, after he left the studio, he went back to Zhang Ting's home, but found that the salute was placed at the door.

Song Fan was a little stunned, what do you mean?

There was a note on the salute stating that the game was over and he didn't have to go to the studio anymore? Of course, if he is unwilling to make trouble, he has a video of the two of them in his hand, if he doesn't mind, he doesn't mind exposing the video at that time.

Song Fan was a little incredulous, feeling that he had been toyed with.

He rushed to the studio, because it was close to night, the studio was closed, but on the Zhao family's side, he couldn't even enter the entrance of the community, obviously Zhang Ting had already told the doorman.

Song Fan went to the hotel and stayed first.

When I went to the studio the next day, I found that the studio had been opened, and there were still a lot of people in the exhibition hall at this time.

As soon as he entered, many people looked at him, and when he looked up, he found that the exhibition hall was full of his portraits.

His face was pale, and all the paintings were undressed, and the scale was relatively large, as if he was unclothed in front of everyone.

Even, he found that a man next to him was secretly touching his PP.

Song Fan fled in a panic.

What he didn't know was that all the pictures in the studio had been moved online.

Even Song Fan's living in Zhang Ting's house for a month was revealed.

Song Fan's reputation can be described as stinky.

When Shen Tianji saw those news, he was a little incredulous, how could Song Fan become like that?

Did he really sell himself for money?

Shen Tianji frantically called Song Fan, and the two met, but in the end they broke up unhappily.

Yes, Song Fan didn't feel that he was at fault, he just went to make money, but in the end something went wrong.

This can be regarded as self-comforting.