"But I'm not short of money. I have a lot of money. As for how much I don't know how much, you'd better change one." Song Yun said with a show of flaunt.

"This...this..." Qian Zimo was silent. If something happened on weekdays, there were only three words, "Give you money" and then things would be settled. It seems that it is not possible today.

"I can give you the best woman, she is very beautiful and good at taking care of people. The most important thing is to be charming," Qian Zimo said in seduction of Song Yun.

Song Yun slapped him in the face and cursed, "Since that woman is so good, you must have been attacked by you. Do you want me to be cuckolded?"

Song Yun stepped on Qian Zimo's face twice before moving away, then pulled his collar to the sofa like a dead dog, glanced at Wu Xin, who was still sleeping, and said, "Take off your clothes."

"Ah?" Qian Zimo was a little at a loss. Could it be that this man likes Long Yang's goodness? His tender chrysanthemums will be out of stock today? He always plays with other people's chrysanthemums by himself, but he didn't expect that he would be today.

"Ah, you'll take off your clothes, why are you so silly like a sissy? Why are you glaring at me? Do you want me to take off your clothes? Can't you cooperate with me to finish the work quickly and let me go home for dinner?" Song Yun took out his cell phone and took a few photos at Qian Zimo who was lying on the sofa with a sad and angry look on his face, shouting, "If you don't take off your clothes, I'll strip you naked and throw you out."

After Qian Zimo had a long ideological struggle, he looked at Song Yun shyly and took off his shirt on his upper body, saying weakly, "Be gentle."

After hearing his words, Song Yun wanted to go wild, so he stepped forward and slapped him and said, "Take off your pants."

While the other party was taking off his pants, Song Yun excitedly took several photos with his cell phone.

"Yeah, not bad, you are pretending to be confused now, the feeling of being willing to speak is still to rest. By the way, your mouth slightly opens and your right leg is spread apart, giving people a feeling of wanting but not wanting." Seeing Qian Zimo lying on the sofa naked, Song Yun began to teach the other party to pose.

"Now, lying on the sofa, my body arched slightly. You ask me what it means to arch? Have you ever been to bed? It's almost the same position, right, tilt your lower body a little higher, which will make your round butt look quite perky."

"Now, half-curved squatted on the sofa, put your right foot out and placed it on the table in front, and your body leaned back slightly. That's it. You covered your chest with one hand and the other with the other, and your face was a little shy and clear. It's great, keep this position and don't move."

"Is your body flexible? Is it OK? Let's go down a horse first, then lean your body to the right, I'm so sad, put away the bird under you, I don't want to be checked the water meter the next day. Now you have to pretend that you are doing yoga and devote yourself to it."

"you..."

Now that he is given a knife, Qian Zimo will definitely commit suicide in shame. He has never suffered humiliation in his life. Today, he can't stand it physically and mentally. The blow is too big. If he can, he will definitely lie on the sofa and cry, which is too bullying.

This bastard is simply a beast. He originally thought that he didn't have to offer an espresso. Who knew that this method would be even more tormenting. He simply didn't treat himself as a human being.

If you put your moves well, you will praise it. If you put your moves poorly, you will be beaten up. This method is only done to animals, right?

Woooooooooooooooooooo~ You have been tortured by you so much, and you still come forward from time to time to touch others. You are such a disciple.

They are also a person with a bottom line. You have taken advantage of them, and that is yours. You still beat them from time to time and don’t take them to play with me like this, although they also like this.

Song Yun actually has never fiddled with a camera on weekdays. Don’t be like a god like Mr. Guan Xi, but his beauty is extremely strong. In terms of art, if this guy works hard on art, he will definitely reach the pinnacle in the future.

Although Song Yun is not professional, he can always accurately grasp the eyes that Qian Zimo showed. The helpless, lonely and humiliating eyes made him feel endlessly. Coupled with his magical actions, Song Yun dares to say that this set of photos will definitely be a classic work when taken to the photography exhibition.

In Song Yun's mobile phone, Qian Zimo is either charming, sexy, or shy, and her coquettish and aloofness can no longer satisfy Song Yun. Only more open actions can be done.

At this solemn moment, Qian Zimo was no longer the noble prince who was noble, but a man with noble sentiment dedicated to art.

Song Yun put his phone in his pocket, then picked up the camera on the ground, and said to Qian Zimo, "Send it to himself who is affectionate to the camera."

"..." Qian Zimo wanted to kill someone, but he really wanted to kill someone. You fucked me and shot the camera. Can you fuckingly look at the camera? I'm a noble man, do you know what the noble man is? You actually asked me to do it myself today. It's so unbearable that my uncle can't bear it.

Qian Zimo stood up from the sofa with a blistering sound, but saw Song Yun looking at him with a playful look on his face, and sat down in a frustration.

After a little emotional development, Qian Zimo felt that if he didn't do it, he would just do it. He asked Song Yun to put a small movie for him and something indescribable happened to the camera. The picture was so beautiful that Song Yun dared not watch it, so he kicked him into the bathroom in the room.

Ten minutes later, Qian Zimo came out with the camera. Song Yun took out the memory card and said with a smile, "I didn't expect that your figure is pretty good. What would happen if this photo was posted?"

"No, I beg you not to do this. I will give you whatever you want. Give me the card of your phone and camera and exchange it for me." Qian Zimo was exhausted by Song Yun and couldn't get up on the ground.

"No, if I give you what I want, how can I find you when I need you in the future?" Song Yun said with a smile. "I will save this for you first. By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Song Yun, and I am Wu Xin's friend. How do you think I should avenge her?"

Revenge? Haven't you done enough to deal with him just now?

Qian Zimo's eyes rolled and she fainted.

Shen Li was tied up by the black dragon following Song Yun and threw it outside the door to prepare to squeeze some oil and water for a while.

As for Qian Zimo's videos and photos, Song Yun plans to collect them well, so that this bastard cannon fodder and other characters in the future.

Song Yun hugged Wu Xin into the car waiting outside, and then drove back to her hot pot restaurant. In the strange eyes of the clerk, Song Yun hugged her to the second floor.
Chapter completed!