29: Chapter 29: The Footwear Shoe Heel Is Broken

Chapter 29: The Footwear Shoe Heel Is Broken

"Is there something wrong?" I didn't have any bad impression of Jack, but when he suddenly said that, I would still ask. 0

"Of course it's a good thing. Honey, all you have to do is remember that I' m looking for you'm giving you money. So, you do n' t have to look at me nervously."

The smile on Jack face became even brighter. It seemed like there was really something good going on.

"Alright, I'll wait for your call." I nodded and agreed. I didn't pretend to ask what was going on.

Even though he was already prepared, when he reached the backstage, he saw that the artist was painting a model with nothing on his upper body. What shocked me the most was that the artist was not just one, but most of them were men.

"You're number six. I' ll give you number six. "Let's go to the number six painter. This is a mask. Everyone, hurry up."

Director Xiu came over and gave me a mask and a number plate. Then, he casually pointed at the number six dressing table over there.

Seeing that my makeup artist was a man, her heart instantly turned cold. However, she forced herself to calm down and walked over with a stiff expression.

The makeup artist looked up at me, seemingly satisfied with my face and figure. So, he nodded and said," Can we start?"

I nodded stiffly and sat down. I had told myself countless times not to be afraid, but I still could not take off my clothes.

"What are you waiting for?" "You're a newcomer. Can you be more professional?"

The colorful artist's series of questions came over, causing me to collapse. I could feel my face burning hot. Even though I wasn't a real professional model, it would still feel awkward if someone said that.

Gritting my teeth secretly, I dragged the T-shirt off my body. The painter didn't hesitate to urge," I have to take off my underwear too. Hurry up. I' m in a hurry to go to the next match."

I closed my eyes. Just as I was about to take off my clothes, a coat suddenly covered my body. I turned around and Shen Jinghao stood behind me with an ashen face.

"What's going on?" This was your boyfriend. "Sir, please don't interfere with my work. If the two of you do n' t agree, please let the other models come."

The painter was completely angry. As he spoke, he did not look up at Shen Jinghao face. Instead, he kept his head down and made his own paint.

"Are you talking to me?" Shen Jinghao cold voice sounded behind me.

At this moment, the painter raised his head to take a look at the Shen Jinghao. After taking a look, the expression on his face changed 180 degrees. He slowly stood up. The expression on his face could be described as fear.

"Chief Shen, I'm sorry. I did n' t see you. Well, I didn't know that you knew this model. I' m sorry, I ……"

"Where are your designers?" Shen Jinghao's tone was very calm, but I knew that he was on the verge of getting angry. He might explode anytime.

"It's in the single room over there. However, the designer's model may be specially invited." The painter said in fear.

Shen Jinghao ignored him and pulled me up rudely.

"Take your things." Shen Jinghao said coldly, then dragged me to the so-called compartment.

When they reached the door, Shen Jinghao didn't knock on the door. Instead, he pushed the door open and entered. In the room, a girl who looked very sweet and looked very young sat on the sofa. When she looked up, she had an angry expression on her face. However, when she saw that the person who came in was Shen Jinghao, her expression immediately calmed down.

"Chief Shen, why did you come to such a small show today? And who is this person?"

"Model, she's your model today." Shen Jinghao tone was a little calmer.

The designer looked at me from head to toe. He could tell that he didn't want to agree to Shen Jinghao words. Instead, he looked at me with a serious gaze. He seemed to be satisfied with me and nodded with a smile.

"Alright, it looks pretty good, but Chief Shen, you've already personally picked models?" The designer seemed to know Shen Jinghao and dared to talk to him in such a joking manner.

"I think she's better than the model you chose." After Shen Jinghao spoke objectively, he turned around and left. He took away my coat as if he didn't know me at all. He did n' t even say a word to me.

"Sit down. Let's start." The designer smiled and said to me, as if she was afraid of being disturbed. She locked the door that could be kicked open with a single kick.

I felt much more comfortable in front of the girls and naturally took off my underwear. She asked in a low voice," Do you know Chief Shen?"

I shook my head." I don't know."

The designer glanced at me and nodded." This is the first time Chief Shen have personally introduced a model to the designer. "However, you are indeed better than the model I found earlier."

I don't know why she told me that, but I still nodded and said," Thank you. Actually, I' m not a professional model."

"It doesn't matter. You have a professional face and a professional body. That's enough." The designer said meaningfully.

I didn't know how to answer, but I just smiled and nodded. Because she didn't have a good rest last night, she had some time to draw. I felt sleepy, so I closed my eyes and took a nap.

"Alright." The designer patted my shoulder and woke me up.

When I opened my eyes, I felt a little embarrassed that I could fall asleep just like that. It had to be said that this designer was really amazing. After she finished drawing, she couldn't tell that I was n' t wearing underwear. Moreover, the breastplate she used was very good and could not be seen at all.

However, when I went on stage, I saw an expressionless Shen Jinghao sitting under the stage. He didn't look at me, but somehow, I felt like I was being stared at by him.

After the first match was over, I was pulled away from the painting and started the second match.

At the beginning of the second match, I discovered that the Shen Jinghao sitting below the stage had disappeared. Just as I let out a sigh of relief, I felt my foot sprained and I almost fell.

The pain caused a layer of cold sweat to appear on my forehead. I lowered my head and took a look. My heel was broken. It was almost time for me to go on stage. It would definitely be too late to change my shoes when I went back. I could only endure the pain and stand on my tiptoes. Fortunately, there was only one lap, so I was able to persevere.

It was unknown if the people below the stage had noticed my tiptoeing behavior. Some were biting each other's ears and some were nodding gently.

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