Slag Girl Illustrated Book

"What am I not doing, Blanche, don't be nervous." Shijing smiled.

Blanche beat the drums in his heart.

In fact, there is an unwritten rule in the circle. Of course, it is not necessarily true or false. It is about the time situation.

I heard that the models who have worked with Shijing will fall in love with him and will die for him.

But Shijing has never worked with the same model for more than a year.

One year later, there will be new inspirational muses, and some may not reach it even a year.

The fashion circle is very open. Blanche has heard several versions of rumors. One of them said that Shijing has worked with every model he has worked with as a couple.

After all, his works are sometimes quite large in scale, but they are gorgeous and not vulgar.

Just take advantage of today's presence, just to ask.

"Hey, do you know those rumors about you in the circle?"

"What rumors?" Shijing half leaned on the table, shaking light-colored champagne in his hand, like a man.

Blanche felt that Shijing shouldn't be a designer, he should be a model, or an actor. This aura is too catching.

"Say that the models you have worked with have one leg."

Shijing raised his eyebrows and sneered, "What do you think?"

What do I think, do I find it useful? Blanche was mad inside.

"I think there should be some, some not." He said.

Shijing turned around, put the champagne on the marble surface, looked at the night starry sky outside the fence, and his voice was low and slow: "I never touch the model in my hand."

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Alayi has a good amount of alcohol, Ruan Xihe is not even more than a thousand glasses, but today, she pretended to be drunk, because Alayi is too bad, so tonight she wants to take a good night's sleep.

Men, when they first ate meat, they always thought about eating meat. This kissed her from time to time, and even hugged her so tightly that Ruan Xihe almost couldn't put it on.

Allayi feels a bit uncomfortable. To be honest, since that was done, he asked for it every night, at least twice a time.

I can't do anything with my girlfriend tonight, it's too suffocated.

It was almost two o'clock that I fell asleep, and the next day I woke up with official duties to deal with.

Ruan Xihe went to have breakfast downstairs, while Alayi was still in the study.

Blanche, as the host, must take them around now at the end of the show.

"Take you to a painting exhibition today." Enthusiastic French people seem to like art by nature. Here, music, art, and dance seem to be in full bloom.

Arayi still likes these things. After all, he loves photography himself, and photography and painting have something in common, both are the ultimate expression of art.

Nazaha carried a small yellow duck backpack, which contained a thermos cup and some small snacks. The small backpack was bought by Ruan Xihe, and the snacks and the thermos cup were placed by Ala Yi.

It's also difficult for the macho to carry the little yellow duck.

But when Blanche saw it, he showed no face and laughed out loud.

That Zahamer had a face and didn't speak, he was used to it. Miss Ruan even bought him a pink Hello Kitty, so by comparison, he felt that the little yellow duck could also accept it.

"Whose work is today?" Arayi asked in the car.

"Is a Chinese genius painter, born in the past two years, but the work is really moving." Blanche did not hide his appreciation.

"Is it Xu?" When Allayi heard that he was a Chinese, he immediately thought of that. Last year, he was paying attention to this work. There was a painting called "She". No hands are sold.

If you take it to the auction, it is conservatively estimated that the price should be up to 100 million yuan.

"Xu? What's your full name?" Ruan Xihe felt that the world was too small, but she still had limited mission content.

"Xu Shu." Allayi squeezed her hand.

Ruan Xihe:......

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