100,000/Hour Professional Stand-in

Song Shiyu leaned against the window of the driver's seat and lit a cigarette, but didn't smoke. He just watched the little red spark flickering out in the dim light.

He had just bid farewell to Ji Xinxin at the airport in the afternoon.

Ji Xinxin went to Paris, France. This distance was nothing to Song Shiyu. The plane could even go back and forth in a day, but the separation was still so uncomfortable.

Therefore, Song Shiyu naturally remembered the existence of Ji Fanyin.

Although it was only yesterday that he mentioned ending the private stand-in relationship with Ji Fanyin, this was an obvious renegade, but Song Shiyu knew that Ji Fanyin would not refuse.

Who made Ji Fanyin like him?

Recalling Ji Fanyin, who showed all his facial features at the noon practice banquet, Song Shiyu's heart moved slightly.

For the sake of this heartbeat, after talking to Ji Fanyin, he drove from Ji's house to the address she sent.

It was an apartment building on the edge of the first ring of the city center.

Song Shiyu's cigarette was only lit by a finger, and someone came out of the elevator.

He looked up absently.

Seeing this, I couldn't take my eyes back.

--so similar.

It wasn't until she walked in front of Song Shiyu wearing a white lace wide-shoulder dress and smiled, the latter came back to her senses: "Ji Fanyin?"

Ji Fanyin smiled and spread out a hand towards him, palm up.

Even if he knew that this person was Ji Fanyin and not Ji Xinxin, Song Shiyu's attitude unconsciously softened: "What do you mean?"

"Charge system." Ji Fanyin said.

Her voice also changed slightly from usual.

If I had to say it, I was more like Ji Xinxin.

Therefore, Song Shiyu was not angry. He even smiled and said with great interest, "Are you so short of money?"

"It's less than you think," Ji Fanyin nodded, not ashamed, "Song Gongzi's family has a big business, isn't it bad?"

"I can give you the money," Song Shiyu pressed the cigarette butt to the car window, not at all worried that the expensive glass would be burned, he asked meaningfully, "But can you meet my request?"

"Since it's a fee-based service, of course reasonable requests can be met." Ji Fanyin replied calmly.

If he hadn't known Ji Fanyin for so many years, and knew that Ji Xinxin was already on the plane, Song Shiyu would have doubted whether the person in front of him was Ji Fanyin himself.

"Then you learn to bark and listen." He said with a smile.

Song Shiyu looked noble and bookish, and even uttering the word "dog bark" in his mouth seemed so slow and reasonable.

Ji Fanyin was a little surprised to see his expression: "Is this image of my sister in your heart?"

Song Shiyu chuckled, mocking Ji Fanyin's over-the-top comparison: "But you're not your sister."

"No." Ji Fanyin rejected him lightly, "I only provide one service, which is to play Ji Xinxin. If you don't accept it, I'll find another client."

She smiled and tucked the hair on her cheeks behind her ears, revealing her white ears.

"—I believe there will always be someone who needs it."

Song Shiyu looked at Ji Fanyin's nonchalant attitude, smiled and lit a second cigarette.

This time, he took a sip, and frivolously puffed the cigarette on Ji Fanyin's face: "Okay, just take it as an apology for spending so much time with me before, how much is it?"

Ji Fanyin took out the tablet behind him and smiled: "The business has just started, and the fee table is relatively simple for the time being. Song Gongzi will take a look."

Song Shiyu lowered his head and glanced casually.

It's really simple, but also very detailed.

[Working hours: Monday to weekend, 9:00 to 00:00, only by appointment, one-to-one service, no on-call service is accepted. ] [Service content: In addition to acting, it can be put forward at the time of booking, and reasonable requests will be accepted as the case may be. ] [Price: From 100,000 per hour, all journeys and preparations are not included in the paid time, less than one hour is counted as one hour. We are not responsible for any additional expenses during the service period. ] [Premium: If you cannot make an appointment in an emergency, or you need service outside of working hours, the premium will be calculated at 2-10 times, and the service can start only after both parties agree. ] [Charges: Pay first and then serve, no credit is allowed, and you need to indicate the gift when transferring. 】

Song Shiyu gave him a smile: "One hundred thousand an hour? Ji Fanyin, do you know how much I will pay for a celebrity to accompany the wine?"

Ji Fanyin smiled: "Then I have to try it to find out. Are male stars and female stars the same market price?"

It was the first time that Song Shiyu saw her showing her last dignity and refused to show weakness in front of him, and he pressed the tablet back with a bit of mockery: "Ji Fanyin, this is how you get rid of love. How to get hurt? Sell your body?"

Ji Fanyin had a "what are you talking about" expression on her face: "This is selling wisdom and energy. Do you know how energy-consuming acting is?"

"Okay, I'll play with you even if you face this face." Song Shiyu tapped the tablet with his knuckles, and he whispered maliciously, "Tomorrow from eleven to two, three hours, but I want to see you. To 'Ji Xinxin', not 'Ji Fanyin', can you do it?"

Ji Fanyin smiled and took back the tablet and replaced it with an APP: "In order to ensure the quality of service, Master Song should do a questionnaire first."

Song Shiyu: "?"

...

After getting the questionnaire that Song Shiyu filled out according to his temper, he confirmed that he had received it.

After he transferred 300,000 yuan, Ji Fanyin hummed a tune and walked back to the elevator with wind.

When she entered the elevator and turned around, she found that Song Shiyu was still looking at her from a distance of more than ten meters, without moving a single step.

The cigarette he had only smoked gleamed scarlet at his fingertips.

Ji Fanyin, who had just finished slaughtering the victim, pressed his floor button and waved good night to Song Shiyu in a good mood.

When the elevator door closed, Song Shiyu's face was also shut out.

Ji Fanyin didn't care about his attitude just now - as long as he can easily take the blame, this attitude can be completely ignored.

When she got home, she lay down on the sofa and raced against time to study the questionnaire Song Shiyu had just completed.

This set of questionnaires is relatively short for the time being. It was made by Ji Fanyin racing against time when Song Shiyu drove over just now.

The content is also very simple, mainly to refine Song Xinxin's behavior and habits in Song Shiyu's mind, etc., so that it is easy to imitate.

In addition, there are some personal preferences of Song Shiyu.

In short, it is for the purpose of providing better service and cutting leeks better.

Although Song Shiyu is a dog who doesn't talk much, he can't stop him from being rich.

Ji Fanyin drew the questionnaire while thinking about who else could develop in Ji Xinxin's fish pond.

Daytime? At least his eldest young master is also rich.

After researching the questionnaire thoroughly, Ji Fanyin got up lazily and went to the bathroom to adjust his expression in front of the mirror.

——What is not very friendly to the leeks, or is too friendly, is that she, Ji Fanyin, happened to be a grand slam queen before her death.

It took Ji Fanyin twenty minutes to figure out the state of "Ji Xinxin".

She kept a sweet and cheerful smile and opened [The Temptation to Go Home] and glanced at it. Song Shiyu generously provided 300,000 yuan and a small amount of emotional fluctuations. Although these credits were like a drop in the bucket for 10 billion, it was only half a day. It is a feat to earn more than 400,000 yuan.

I also have half a million in my bank card.

"As expected of me." Ji Fanyin put down the phone, carefully selected the clothes to wear when going out tomorrow in the closet, put on a mask and lay down safely.

Tomorrow is a day to deepen the impression of leeks and to continue cutting leeks in the future. You must take good care of your health.

...

Song Shiyu sat in the dining room and chatted with Ji Xinxin on his mobile phone.

Ji Xinxin has just arrived in Paris, and is replying to her friends one by one that she has arrived safely.

Even Song Shiyu, who had an embarrassing scene with her yesterday, did not leave, but sent a voice over.

"I'm here. Paris is fine, and so am I. . . . you? How are you?"

Song Shiyu sighed softly.

Besides deliberately not replying to this message for a few hours, what else could he do to get angry with Ji Xinxin?

Song Shiyu deliberately edited a gentle and polite message in the dialog box, which conformed to his image as always. Before he clicked send, the door of the box was knocked.

Song Shiyu glanced at the time displayed on the phone: one minute to eleven.

Ji Fanyin was really on time.

"Come in." He replied casually.

The moment the door was twisted open, the same voice that had just come from Song Shiyu's mobile phone was sent to his ear by the wind: "You arrived so early, did you wait for a long time?"

Song Shiyu looked up at the door with two points of surprise, and stood up unconsciously: "No, I just arrived."

"That's good, I'm afraid you'll be bored waiting alone - let's order food quickly, I'm so hungry." The visitor walked up to him with brisk steps, stood still and smiled sweetly, "Agree today. please invite me."

Song Shiyu could even smell the common perfume on the other party's body, and he hummed subconsciously: "Of course, how can I ask you to pay. Sit down and look at the menu, Xin..."

When he was about to call out that name, Song Shiyu bit the last word suddenly, and he was bumped head-on by a huge, uncontrollable shock and anger.

——He actually took Ji Fanyin as Ji Xinxin just now!

Song Shiyu still remembered that as long as he mentioned Ji Xinxin in front of Ji Fanyin in the past, the other party would show an annoying and hurt look, which was nothing like Ji Xinxin.

Just like now, she will definitely be the same as before...

"Cheng Yu, don't you want to sit?" Ji Fanyin asked suspiciously.

She had already picked up the menu with a straight face.

Song Shiyu stared at her for a moment, recovered from the previous atmosphere, hooked the corner of his mouth, but his expression was cold: "Ji Fanyin, who taught you this trick?"

——Think that as long as you imitate Ji Xinxin, you can expect what Ji Xinxin has?

Ji Fanyin blinked, she unlocked her phone, and shook it in front of Song Shiyu.

Song Shiyu saw that there was a countdown showing two hours and fifty-seven minutes left.

Ji Fanyin answered his question with Ji Xinxin's smile and Ji Xinxin's voice: "Probably a bank account."